Author's Note: I don't know if this has been done before, but I thought it would be cool to write a crossover of Adventure Time and the Hunger Games. I was planning to do it as a joke, but now I've got a bit of an actual story planned out. Enjoy and remember to review! I love Adventure Time!
The Hunger Games with Finn and Jake: Chapter 1
"That's jank! I volunteer!" I scream loudly as some tiny twelve-year-old gets ready to take his place as the dude Tribute for District 12.
"Bro, what are you doing?" Jake whispers, but he's the size of a safety pin and perched behind my ear, inside my hat.
"I've got to. It's part of the hero code," I insist, not really thinking about the consequences of putting myself up for slaughter. I never do. I'm seventeen years old, but I haven't changed very much. If anything, I can see that there's more evil in the world now than there ever has been, and I have to do my part to stop it. When that little boy got picked to fight to the death, I knew I had to do something, anything to help.
So, here I am. I'm walking to the front of the crowd as the little boy runs into his older brother's arms, and the sight of them hugging makes me forget that I've just signed myself up to try to kill twenty-three other kids.
I never really think these things through. Heroes act on instinct.
"And who are you?" a nasty old man with a wicked grey beard, the District 12 chaperone, asks as the fifteen-year-old chick Tribute looks at me with wide grey eyes.
"I'm Finn, and I'm taking that kid's place!" I yell. Jake bites my ear, but I can't help it. I need to do the right thing. Princess Bubblegum and the Flame Princess are watching this from the Capitol, I'm sure. They're probably upset, but I don't care right now.
"That was very brave of you, Finn," the old man says with a toothy grin. "May the odds be ever in your favor, son!"
"Algebraic," I mumble sarcastically at his disgusting enthusiasm for the Hunger Games. "Take me to the fighting place. Let's get this over with."
It's the third year the Games have existed, and apparently, it's obvious I haven't watched an episode, because Mr. Chaperone laughs at my demand.
"Well, Finn, we'll let you go home to gather your things and say your goodbyes. Then, you'll meet us at the train tonight at six o'clock sharp, and we'll take you to the Capitol. The fighting place is over there," he explains.
"Cool beans, you sick freak," I say, noticing the multicolored tattoos covering his skin, nails, and even eyes. They flicker on and off.
The chaperone glares at me and growls, "It's not a good idea to argue with your chaperone and mentor so early on, young man."
"I will if you're gonna be a wad," I shoot back. This man's totally evil. Anyone who supports these Games is.
"I think that's enough," he says with a sour, fake smile. "Well, District 12, these are your Tributes! Finn and Jemima! Now, we'll broadcast the Tributes from the other districts so that our Tributes know what they're up against."
A giant screen lights up and presents us with all of the people I'll have to fight. My hero-feelings hurt, because not all of these people are evil. But they're all going to have to die if I want to live. So much stuff is going on in my brain that Jake has to wet-willy my ear to shock me into paying attention to the screen.
"From District 1, we have Sinjin and Gwen!" the announcer, a fat lady with hair that looks like a beehive. The screen switches to show two big, burly kids with mean looks on their faces. "From District 2, we have Kasmir and Pippa! From District 3, we have Hollis and Bree! From District 4, we have Icarus and Thalasa!" The announcer goes on and I can't pay attention. My eyes are open, but they're not seeing because my brain is being dumb. I can only think about how I can win the Games but still be a hero. "From District 11, we have Milo and Portia. Last but not least, from District 12, we have Finn and Jemima!"
I look up just in time to see my face up on a huge screen. I realize that my overgrown blonde hair pokes out from underneath my hat. I wish mom was still around to make me a new one. It's getting too small on me. When the screen switches to show Jemima, a twig-thin girl with awesome red hair that reminds me of Fire Princess, I can see tears in her Seam-grey eyes. As soon as the camera stops projecting us and it's back to the announcer talking about when the Games will begin, I walk over to her and hug her.
"What are you doing?" she hisses.
"You look sad, girl. And heroes never let girls be sad," I answer her.
She doesn't say anything else, but she smiles, so I figure I must be doing something right.
"I need to go," she says after a while. It felt nice hugging her, but I see that her family's standing right by us. I can tell it's them because of the bright-red hair no one else has.
"Awks. Okay. I'll see you around, Jemima-Lima," I smile before I return towards my house in the Seam. I get weird looks. Grateful looks. The little boy comes up to me and thanks me. His mom kisses me on the cheek and his sister kisses me on the mouth, and she's kind of a babe. I blush the color of Jemima's hair.
As soon as I lock the door to our man cave, Jake pops out from my hat and returns to normal size.
"Dude!" he shouts. "What the Glob are you gonna do? You can't just go and fight alone!"
I set down my green backpack and try to think. "Easy-peasy. Shrink and come with me," I say.
"I'm scared, Finn," Jake whines. "But I'll do it for you. What's your token gonna be?"
"Token? Huh?" I ask, confuzzled.
"Every Tribute's allowed to bring one token! It can't be a weapon, because you have to get those during the Games. But you can bring one super cool thing, just to have!" Jake tells me excitedly.
"How do you know this?" I ask, suspicious.
Jake lowers his eyes. "Okay, maybe I watched an episode of the Games once," he says guiltily. "But it worked out, because you need my help, man."
"Yeah," I admit. "How am I gonna kill all those people, though? Jake, I'm supposed to be righteous!"
"You don't have to, brother. Just wait for them to kill each other until you and I are the only ones left," Jake says.
I feel so much better. "That's a totally rad idea, Jake!" I exclaim. "You and I will be righteous heroes and win the stinking Games for that cute little boy and his babe sister."
"What about Beemo?" a voice inquires from inside my backpack. I guiltily pull Beemo out and stroke her casing with my callus-fingers.
"You have to wait here for us, Beems," I say. "It's the only way. You can't shrink to hide like Jake can."
"But I can play dead!" Beemo tells me happily.
"So?" Jake and I ask at the same time. We're working on our telepathic twin hero brother link. I guess it's coming along nicely.
"I can be your token! They won't let me go if they think I can help. But if they think I'm a useless piece of metal, of course they'll let me be your token," Beemo responds.
"Oh, yeah. Sentimental value!" Jake says, high-fiving me.
"Slammacow! This'll be, like, an adventure!" I say, feeling a little bit excited even though it's stupid that kids have to die. "It'll be like camping."
"But with horrible violence and the constant possibility of a painful death, broadcast for the world to see," Jake finishes for me.