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Tribute! Bakugo x Tribute! Reader || The Lethal Games

Tribute! Bakugo x Tribute! Reader
The Hunger Games AU
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The Lethal Games
Bakugo

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Your POV
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There are three major rules to remember when it comes to The Lethal Games.

Rule number one:
If you speak, you get electrocuted through a device on your wrist for the amount of seconds per words said.

For example, if you say the sentence, "go find some water," which is four words, then you will get shocked for four seconds.

Number two:
If you touch someone else at any point in the game, you will get electrocuted for as long as you are holding that contact.

And number three:
Survive.

Currently, those are three out of the four thoughts that are running through my mind, as if they're predators hunting down their prey.

My final thought being to sprint the absolute hell away from the cornucopia once that horn goes off, ditching not just its contents, but also the dangers that will be presented there shortly with them.

Most tributes get killed when trying to obtain some supplies in said cornucopia, which is why it's the smarter decision to just run away and scavenge for a while.

The horn I had been dreading starts to blare loudly and I sharply twist around, my feet carrying me at lightning speed towards the forest's tree line.

I have no clue where my teammate is, but that's none of my concern at the moment.

Luck appears to be on my side when I spot a camo bag lying in some bushes off to my left. I rush over and tug it out of the shrubbery, snapping quite a few of its branches along the way. A piece had even jumped up and whacked me on the forehead, but I just ignored it.

I kneel in the dirt and unzip the bag, briefly searching it for anything useful.

"Energy bars...ace bandages...three empty water bottles- wait," I mumble, temporarily stuck on the fact that the creators didn't even bother to fill at least one of the bottles to some extent, but I shove that off and continue my search.

I then get shocked for nine seconds, forcing me to refrain from verbally cursing at the pain. Once it's over, I scold myself in my head for being so forgetful.

Just broke rule number one.

What a great start.

Why did it take so long to punish me, though..?

Maybe it's just the device getting warmed up or something..?

Finally, I grab the handle of an unknown item and pull it out, grinning at my success.

A survival knife!

Just what I needed!

I'm about to scurry off after I stand and shoulder my newly acquired bag, but a harsh grunt cut off those actions and made me turn around instead.