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okAY WE GOT HUNGER GAMES PART 2

We said our goodbyes as we were escorted to the rooms before entering the arena. Myst and I were separated, but Tyler stopped by to say goodbye. He stood close as he looked me dead in the eye.
"Listen to me." He began, a new sort of seriousness in his voice, "I recognize that look in your eyes. I know you're much more capable than any of those kids out there. I think you have plenty of potential to win, all you need to do is close yourself off to any chance of friends. They all have to die if you want to win."
Confused, I nod anyway. As I turn to the platform, Tyler grabs my arm.
"Don't be afraid to listen to your gut. It's there for a reason."
I nod again before he releases me. I approach the platform, stepping into it as the glass seal separates Tyler and me. He gives me one last nod as the platform begins to rise.
I already knew the arena would be something cold from our heavy winter coats and boots, but that's all we could guess about the arena. Anything beyond that we'd have to discover ourselves during the games.
As everyone reaches the inside of the arena, I can see them all prepping to head in different directions. Some stood ready to run straight into the woods, others to the cornucopia. I locked eyes with Myst, from halfway across the field. She was motioning for something, but I couldn't understand what. The echoing boom of the timer started from ten seconds. I needed to start preparing my first plan of action; there are survival backpacks within reach if I started to the forest, but I could get a weapon and a backpack if I'm quick enough. Nine seconds. I don't know how deep the snow is yet, but it can't be too deep, right? It'd ruin the intensity of the bloodbath.
Eight seconds. We're wearing boots. The snow should be deep enough for the boots to be effective, but shallow enough to keep people going. Slipping may also be a possibility.
Seven seconds. What weapons can I see from my angle? The cornucopia was a twenty-foot tall Christmas tree, with weapons hanging from the lower parts of the branches. The survival backpacks wrapped like presents, with a colorful bow on top.
Six seconds. Were the backpacks color-coded? Even if they were, I wouldn't be able to determine that from just grabbing two backpacks; there are four colors that I can see.
Five seconds. Nevertheless, grabbing two backpacks should be a good strategy. If I can beat someone with a weapon, I'll gain a weapon and whatever they have.
Four seconds. I felt eyes on me. I thought it was Myst, but when I turn to look at her, she'd already given up on trying to communicate with me.
Three seconds. Who's looking at me? I look around the arena, but all I see are kids actually making an effort to mentally prepare for what's about to happen.
Two seconds. The eyes were silent. They were looking too closely at me; who's focusing more on me than the game?
One second. That's when I see him. Anubis is standing, no, slouching, hands in his coat pockets as he holds a subtle smirk, all while staring directly at me.
The announcing boom causes chaos. Anubis's distraction had me a second off, but I managed to run for a backpack. I snatch it off the ground and keep my momentum as I make a beeline for the next backpack. Someone grabs it, I think it was Yuki. He locks eyes with me before turning and running the other way. As he leaves, someone fell next to me, bloodied and with an ax in their back. Perfect. I grip the handle, but I can't pull it out without bringing the body with me. I swallow the lump in my throat as I plant a boot on the body and pull the ax out, taking a few pieces of what might have been Brandon with it. I need to get another bag. I turn to see the next nearest bag, but it was too far. The careers and others with weapons were heading out of the cornucopia and making their way to their next kill. I turned toward the forest and start running, avoiding any sign of other tributes. I start to think I'm far enough away when I trip on…something. I didn't see what, but it's not like it mattered, I went flying forward before hitting the ground.
As I land face-first into the snow, I hear footsteps. They're slow footsteps, but they crunched loudly in the snow. I look up only to find myself face to face with Anubis.
He's holding his hand out.
"I'm not here to make snow angels, get up!"

@icecubes

I stared out the glass. The sun was behind us to the right, so I didn't have to worry about losing my eyes. The view of Earth never got old. Vast blue fields of ocean threatening to swallow up the pitiful landmasses. Twinkling light hotspots showed up on the darker face of the planet. Every soul ever known, breath taken, was located on this massively small place. The stars behind it would never know.
"I find it funny that they sent us here. Two criminals," I said, amused.
Jean muttered, "Who knows."
"It's the perfect punishment, but also flawed. We get to die, while they test out their fun little projects. But they forget that death isn't our biggest fear anymore." That was a lie. I was still scared to die, but it was now that I simply had to accept death. There was simply no way out, no way our technology was that refined. I swiveled my body so that I was facing Jean. His twitching showed me that he was still suffering withdrawals.
The days passed, but they weren't really days anymore. There was no such thing as the concept of night. We were given sleeping pills and sleep masks to compensate.
"Jean, where's the pills? I'm fucking exhausted," I called out to him. "Hello, GG?" I got up and made my way towards him.
He was glaring out the window, perfectly still, aside from his hair. A bottle of pills in his hands. "Don't tell me you're trying to get high."
"And you care, why? Like you said, death isn't my biggest fear. There's no more future here, Anubis. It's over." Jean turns to me with a tired look in his eyes. A view of a smaller Earth stood next to him. It was painfully beautiful, with the bottle between his fingers like a cigarette. He was right.
I wanted to fight him. Throw a punch, tell him he was wrong and that I hated his black-filled eyes strapped with red vines, I hated his floating voice, I hated him so much.

I lifted my head, and the world began to dance. My body felt so lifted, but it all crashed within an instant. Fire. I need fire. My heart was beating so loud, I thought it was part of the music. I tripped downstairs. "Saya?" I whispered, laughing a little bit at the way she looked.
"Anubis?"
I pulled her into my arms, spinning her around to my heartbeat. "You are so beautiful, you know that?" I said. She didn't respond. "No, not you too," I muttered. She was out to get me too. Saya. Of course. It was her all along. Just like back then.
I pushed her away, her confused, irritated little face getting ready to yell. I ran out the door, which led me to another room, with sounds of sex. Another room, this was a bathroom. I couldn't breathe. Saya was there. Out to kill me. Fire? I need fire, please, please…

I woke up to Jean's sober face. He furrowed his brow at me. "You remember anything?"
"No."
I see his face has bruises. "You beat me up and took the pills. I think you fell asleep."
"I don't want you to die first, Jean. If this is it, I want this to be sober. Please. It's not fair."
He grabbed my hand and pulled me up. The Earth was farther away. Jean said nothing, but he shoved the bottle of sleeping pills into my chest. I didn't react in time, and the bottle gently floated around.

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

This is called

An AU That Doesn't Hurt AU

"Coffee?" The lady's southern drawl extended a two syllable word into nearly four syllables. Unless I was just that tired. I nod gently, blinking my eyes slowly as the sound of her chewing gum hammers the inside of my head with each smack.
"Could I have a pitcher of hot water as well?"
She sets the coffee carafe down on the table and departs to the kitchen. I turn back at the sleeping man in front of me. His head leaned against his hand which remained held up by his elbow on the table. I stare at him for a few moments, wondering if I should disturb his sleep, or just let him rest up. I shove his elbow sideways, causing his balancing act to cave in on itself. He jerks awake, or at least enough to hold his head up on his own.
"Jean, wake up. I know we just finished one but I got us another job."
Jean haphazardly pulls his hairtie out, wincing as the tie alerts Jean of all the tangles in his hair as he does so. He scrunches his face up in a frown as he tries to look directly at me.
"Pull back," He mutters, his voice somehow deeper than it normally is, "my trigger finger's cramping."
As he speaks, he locks tired eyes with the waitress that dubiously places the pitcher of hot water on the table. My eyes roll as Jean stumbles for words. The waitress's face exhibited neither concern nor curiosity, but Jean felt the need to explain himself anyway.
"I'm talking about video games."
I release the unneccesary gulp of air that I held only from anticipation on what a sleep-deprived Jean would say to explain away a phrase that does not warrant any suspicion in the first place. The waitress walks away with the same vein of complacency that she approached us with as I huff at Jean.
"This is a different job. It pays better because it requires more skill than hunting requi-are you listening to me?"
Jean's eyes fixated on a particular spot on the table, his head slowly falling as his gaze becomes vacant. He sits up, blinking his eyes slowly and opening them wide to force himself awake.
"What are we going to be doing?"
I squint my eyes at him, exhaling. He's really running my patience thin, but I don't know if he's doing it on purpose or not.
"It's a job for the charismatic. We have to steal something without getting caught, but we can do it in the middle of the day. We just have to be slick about it. What do you say?"
Jean shakes his head, resting it against the palm of his hand again. "I'm not a people person."
"Can I take your orders?" The waitress returned, causing Jean to jump slightly. His eyes yelled but he stayed silent.
"A short stack and some more coffee please. I wouldn't mind if you spiked it behind my back, though."
Jean utters, refusing eye contact.
"Eggs benedict, please, thank you." I respond as she walks away.
"How does she keep doing that?" Jean whispered. I sighed heavily. I hope she spikes my coffee, too.

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

Surprise AU that i made up on the spot<3 (i'll probably come back and title this once i actually have something)

ok i don't have a name for it and it's hella short but hey it's better than nothing amirite

I roll over in the bed, which isn't my bed, what with the cream-colored sheets and soft comforter. At first, I felt a bit confused as to why she wasn't in the bed, asleep, considering it was 7am on a Sunday, but then I remembered our conversation last night. She's a nurse, she works pretty wild hours.
Whatever, as long as I'm gone before she gets back, I'm sure I can take my time getting out of be-shit. After checking my phone and seeing 3 missed calls from Anubis, I rub my tired eyes into oblivion, letting out a deep morning sigh. I almost don't want to call him back, but he deserved to at least hear my pathetic excuse.
I dial the phone, sitting up in bed as the blankets fall off my chest, and put it to my ear. After a few slow rings, he picks up.
"I kind of hope you've got a gun to your head right now. That's probably the only way I won't be mad at you."
He began, earning me another sigh of stress.
"I got high and forgot, I'm sor-"
"This isn't fucking customer service, Jean, if we don't follow through with our fucking jobs we could get killed."
The way he worded that has me wondering…
I furrow a brow and glance up at nothing in particular.
"Did you do it by yourself?"
Anubis snapped his response back at me, a poor attempt at passive aggression.
"Yes, because apparently only one of us is fucking competent enough to do the very job we chose to do."
I exhale slowly, reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing the package of cigarettes and the lighter. Placing a cigarette in between my lips as I fidget with the lighter, I shrug out a response in hopes to lighten the mood.
"Well, you get a hundred percent, then."
All I hear from Anubis is a scoff before he hangs up. Frustrated, I toss the phone to the nightstand, able to light the cigarette with both hands now as I exhale the smoke up around me.

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

i need to get this done before I never do it
au! uh I can come up with some fanfic-y ass name for it just for the lolz and also I don't have any other ideas so I'll do something cringey for fun

This AU is called, Burnout

I was tired. Same as yesterday, same as today, same as tomorrow. I don't know when I won't be tired. Not only was I tired of the questions, but I was tired of going out at all at this point. I knew people were staring. I wish they wouldn't. I wish they'd know how annoying that is. I wish they'd accept that people just have burn marks sometimes, and they need to stop acting like I'm some freak.
They'd try to mask their disgust with curiosity. They'd ask where it came from. My answer was different every time, I liked to see how outlandish I could make it before they'd doubt me.
I go to one gym. It's mostly regulars, anyway, and they've already gotten their stories from me about my burns. Today, though, there was a new guy. It's not like I minded, it's not my gym, but I noticed him regardless.
He had a hardened gaze about him; maybe trying to make himself appear intimidating so people won't bother him; I understand. Nevertheless, I wasn't expecting him to interact with me, so I was a little thrown off when he acknowledged me.
"Hey," He uttered, arching his back a bit as he subtly caught his breath, "Do you happen to have an extra water bottle? I left my wallet at home."
I furrow my brow, thoroughly confused. "How'd you get in here?"
You still have to pay to use the gym. Did he use cash or something?
"I'm a member, you've never seen me? Is this your first time?"
Nothing could have prepared me for that. There's no way he's- I've never seen him before. I go here every other day. Maybe today's his off day or something? But he would have acknowledged that, wouldn't he?
"N-"
"That doesn't matter. I just need some water."
Lucky for him, I did have an extra bottle of water. I reached over into my bag to grab it, and as I lean over to hand the bottle to him, I catch him stealing a glance at my burns.
I shrug, inhaling as I start a new story.
"Oh, right, I got these fro-"
"Hey man." He cuts me off, and I look up to meet his eyes. His hardened expression held something new this time. It wasn't friendly, but it certainly wasn't hostile Now that he and I locked eyes, he continued, "I don't really care."
Initially, I thought I was offended. Why didn't he care? Everyone cares, at least, they want to know about where the burns came from. It doesn't matter that no one knows the truth, but everyone asks. He didn't even ask.
After some thought, I realized; that was a refreshing change.
"What's your name?" I mutter as he's already gulped down half the bottle. He looks at me, unprepared to answer, as he holds up a finger in a request that I give him a second, proceeding to gulp the other half of the bottle.
The bottle crinkles in his hands as he lets out a refreshed sigh.
"Jean. How 'bout you?"
I tilt my head slightly, blinking as I hold back a grin.
"Anubis. Nice to meet you."

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

ive started doing this thing where i'm visualizing the au and then I'm like "omg what they're not wearing masks >:/" so that's pretty gamer of me I guess

@icecubes

pandemic au

"hey dick, pull ur mask up" anubis yells at a customer at the entrance. it Is jean. he do not have he mask up. jean spits in anubis's face from across the restaurant.