The Cloudy Games
A/N: I was watching the Hunger Games on Netflix and I got up to go get a drink and I began thinking about the Phineas and Ferb/Hunger Games crossover I read a couple years ago. I then thought about other crossovers I could do involving the Hunger Games, and CWACOM/Hunger Games popped into my head. At first, I thought I was going to be sick, but now I'm thinking it would be awesome to do a HG/Cloudy crossover. So here's Chapter 1 of the Cloudy Games!
Chapter 1: Prep and the Woods
"How is that going to help us? Did you manage to get DECENT blueprints from that moron's laboratory?" a restored Mayor Shelbourne of Swallow Falls scoffed to a chairman that held blueprints; however, not just any blueprints, but FLINT LOCKWOOD'S blueprints.
Mayor Shelbourne had sent out all of his chairmen and colleagues into the city's ashes to recover anything worth saving such as things from Flint Lockwood's annihilated laboratory.
The town of Swallow Falls had recently suffered a total holocaust, burnt to the ground by neighboring countries, including America. They were jealous because of all the fame and fortune the island was getting, so when a sudden war struck, Swallow Falls fought back with whatever they had. Even though the militaries sent to burn the island were of many soldiers, Swallow Falls itself was more powerful than any other team. Partially resulting from their post-traumatic stress, the citizens of Swallow Falls seamlessly wiped out everyone against them. The people of the island still stood over all, but the town was burnt to a crisp. Almost nothing was left of the buildings.
However, Mayor Shelbourne was unaffected by the fighting, and so were his co-workers. They wanted to find a way to punish the rest of the Swallow Falls citizens for what they'd done, and of course, the mayor found a solution. All they needed was a good plan to make it possible.
They ended up salvaging Flint's abandoned laboratory and everything in it that was truly useful to the mayor's plan, including Flint's top-secret blueprints.
"Yes, sir. We did." The chairman put away the blueprint of a 'Grocery Deliverator' and pulled out a much bigger invention plan.
One look at that large blue design was enough for the mayor. "Oh, yes, my right-hand man. THIS is it." An evil grin grew on his face, eager to get constructing the genius idea.
10 Years Later…
Flint Lockwood patted his younger sister on the head and left the house telling her, "I'll be right back, Ag. I'm just getting some lunch for dad and us."
He grabbed his jacket and spear. Flint walked to the woods stiffly, like a robot, he felt practically paralyzed from his thoughts about where he was going today.
Once Flint reached the evergreen-coated woods, he sat down under a tree grasping his spear tightly in his left hand. He fell silent as he listened attentively for oncoming game.
Birds chirped and a few rustles of the wind were audible. The world seemed to be stopped and hushed, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. It seemed to also exclude his paranoid thoughts.
He then heard faint quacking not far from where he rested. A determined scowl grew on Flint's face as he squeezed his spear again and began closing in on the small noise of a duck, paddling around on a nearby puddle. Inch by inch, Flint crept towards the bird.
The unsuspecting duck became frightened as soon as he locked his beady little eyes with Flint. Quicker than you could possibly process it, Flint's spear went right through the poor mallard's back. He tugged the weapon, now bloody and warm, out of the duck and held his newfound game protectively yet firm. Flint sighed. "…my last meal with my family before the games." Vapor rose from his open mouth into the bitter wind as Flint breathed heavily in and out, his nerves acting up again.
Flint didn't want to take or have any part of the danger that was going to commence: the 10th annual Cloudy Games. He thought over the possibilities of what he could do to avoid it: Kill himself? No, he had so much to live for. Run away? No, what would happen to Agatha and Tim, his father? Starve? No, he'd done that before, but only because of serious depression.
This year was Flint's first time in the games. Flint didn't exactly know what to do. Just the thoughts of what he had to do made him shudder with fear.
"Oh, God. This isn't what I asked for 10 years ago." Flint whispered. As he trudged through the forest with his head hung in sadness in the crisp, Autumn air, his spear dragged on the ground behind him.
When Flint returned home, he removed his shoes and jacket, announcing, "Dad! Agatha! I got lunch for today."
Agatha Lockwood, Flint's brown-haired, 12 year-old sister, ran straight up to Flint and hugged his lanky, thin body. "Hi, Flint." She whispered to him. Agatha was emotionally attached to Flint ever since their mom died 10 years ago, so she treasured every moment she got with Flint, one of her last real things to hold on to.
"Hey, Ag. I got you and Dad lunch." Flint smiled slightly, but the Games were still gentle on his mind.
"Why don't we cook this thing already? I'm starving." Tim speed-walked towards Flint, bear-hugged him, and snatched away the duck.
"Jeez, SOMEONE's hungry." Flint set down his spear and went into the kitchen to help his dad with the duck.
During lunch, Flint and the others bowed their heads to pray. Flint began, "Lord, this may be our last meal all together, so thank you for all you've given us… Thank you for the food on our table this afternoon and each other." Then they all started to eat.
The meal, so far, was silent until Tim whispered, "I tried to tell your mother not to go and just stay here, hidden, but she didn't listen…"
Flint choked lightly on the thoughts of his mother's death, how it all ended with a knife and a scream.
Tim whispered, even softer this time, "Happy Cloudy Games."
"And may the odds…" Agatha said blankly, poking at her roast duck.
"Be NEVER in your favor." Flint finished with a shaky sigh. No one dared say a single word for the rest of the meal.