Appearing - America x Reader ~~ The setting is based around a futuristic Minecraft, more specifically Minecraft Hunger Games. This takes place in the year of 2076. Enjoy~! ~~

Closing her eyes, she lied down with the Virtual Reality Gaming Headset resting on her head. It took a minute for her bedroom to fade into a white washed room.

"Hello (Username). Welcome back."

The girl smiled as her bare feet hit the white, marble floor, "Hello."

"A VRGH notification is in your inbox, do you wish to read it?"

An image of mailbox appeared in front of her. She took her finger and dragged it away from the space in front of her, "No, perhaps later."

"Understood, what game do you wish to proceed playing?"

Lists of gaming choices appeared in front of her. "Ah," the girl mulled over the options, choosing carefully, "Perhaps... Minecraft?"

"Opening Minecraft. Singleplayer or Multiplayer?"

"Multiplayer."

"Which server do you wish to enter?"

A list of luring options manifested themselves, she scrolled through them. "Minecraft Hunger Games."

"Loading Minecraft Hunger Games. Please proceed forward for warping."

The screen dispersed away as (Username) pasted through it. With each step she felt her clothes disappearing and being replaced by a white hood covering her face. Her eyes were over casted by a shadow. Her waist was wrapped in a thick belt. It was simple, but sent a message to each person she had the chance to talk to.

Scrambling feet, made its way into the scenery. Hundreds of people from the regional server ran to quickly join ending games as they dived into warps or placed their hands on signs to teleport themselves from the lobby. A small space separated (Username) from the rest of the players as if she were poison. Two players whispered quietly, while glancing at the hooded girl. Things like, "The Veiled" or "back" slipped from their private conversation.

The hood opened her inventory to view a list of leading ranks.

1) (Username) 2) _SNIPER_00 3) jAcKdArIpPeR145 4) theamazingapplejacks 5) 88idonthavetime4dis88 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

' Run… Just run,' Jasmine thought to herself as she pushed the snaking vines aside. In her possession was an apple and a leather tunic, thus she wore. Looking down at her arm she noticed blood seeping from the makeshift bandage. "Shit," she held it against her chest. 'Why does it hurt so god damn much? This is a stupid game.'

An odd sound caught Jasmine's attention. The long abandoned building was filled with numerous traps and contraptions. Not to mention other tributes scavenging for food and blood. Fumbling into her small bag, she produced the apple, holding it menacingly in direction of the sound. It quivered in her hand. The sound was just behind a rotting office door. "I-I have the intention of teaming! N-Not killing!" Her hand noticeably trembled. The only response was the wind making its way through the cracks and crevices of the skyscraper. It seemed to whisper an ungodly, dreadful message.

Jasmine turned around so quick it nearly threw her off balance, she quickly caught herself and stumbled up the stairs to the next couple of stories. The tunic making a clinking noise with every step.

The midnight breeze hit her face softly as her steps came to a fault. The girl's eyes widened as the scenery before her came to view. An apocalyptic New York City appeared before her, buildings slowly crumbling as if the human race had dropped everything and left. A towering Empire State Building stood tilted in the distance with the Lady of Liberty numbly holding her torch off shore. It was morbid with the whistling wind raking its invisible fingers across the surface. "Mistake number one." A voice broke the still silence, "Never turn that precious escape time into admiring simple artwork."

On the brink of crying, she turned around toward the voice. Dumbfounded by the hooded figure she tripped over words, "T-team! I have stuff a lotof st-"

"I'm not taking one apple."

An iron sword manifested in its gloved hand. "No! Please! I-"

With one swift movement the blade went through the girl. The hooded figure frowned through the shadows of itself. The tribute caught the girl before her body slipped off the rooftop. Of course (f/n) never meant anything to be personal, it was life or death. Plus she was starving. (F/n) looked down at the fallen brunette, the tunic would come in handy. All she had was a single sword from the Capricornia. Opening the sack attached to her waist, she snatched the apple from the dead girl's hand. 'Not very sanitary…'. The hooded girl brushed off her previous lie of the "useless" apple and shoved it into her inventory for emergencies.

The player threw the hood from her head, allowing her (h/c) hair to do what it pleased in the wind. "Why did it have to be leather?" (F/n) muttered as she opened her item bar and equipped it to her gear, a moment of protection swept over her as it camouflaged in with her hood. After she collected herself she made her way to the ground.

After flipping the hood over her head and an easy five minutes the (h/c) made her way down to the sewers, a dank smell hit her nose and the steady sounding stream of unknown substances filled her ears. At this point it was vital to take food and armor into consideration before the lightning was programmed into the map. Only one more death before that happened. Then it would all rely on the scavenged goods and spoils.

"You got an extra stone one?" A deep voice asked in the distance. Perhaps a left turn away if you played your cards right.

"No."

"Damn."

Two of them.

(F/n) gasped as her foot slipped on the mossy cobblestone, kicking a lone pebble into the water. "Shh! Quiet Dan, I think I heard something," the sound of backpacks zipped quickly and footsteps were heard. The hooded tribute panicked for a moment. Option fight or flight wasn't open at this point. She would need to mow them down to get to any useful resources. 'Only a few feet away…' She thought tightening her grip on the sword.

The two men stood there for a second, looking through the fog. Nothing. "You're so full of shit Robby. Keep moving," said the one wearing a black mask over his face. The one named Robby wore a puzzled expression, "Ah, but, coulda swore… screw it never mind." He looked like the villain in those movies (y/n)'s grandfather showed her. The Dark Knight. His red smile appeared once again. "Hah. It was probably just a bat or somethin'."

Dan smirked, "Or The Veiled could be here." Robby shook his head, laughing a little, "That guy must be such a douche."

"It isn't nice to talk about people behind their backs, boys."

Both boys turned their heads to see the small grin of the tribute. (F/n) brought her sword to Dan's neck and jerked it to the side. Blood splattered the sewer's wall. "Fucking hell!" Robby shouted as he saw his friend fall to the ground in a pool of blood. "How'd you feel if I made assumptions about you behind your back?" She frowned at the Joker impersonator. Without a word Robby slashed at her wildly. (F/n)'s eyes widened as she attempted to dodge the on slaughtering. The wooden sword made a gash into her thigh in a jump backwards. Another lighter scratch hit her shoulder. Wasting no time she blindly threw a punch into the man's jaw and stabbed the blade into his stomach. Using her injured arm she pounded his head into the bloodied wall, making a cracking sound echo.

Her legs turned to jelly and crumbled under her weight. The hood she wore was splattered in gore from the recent kills and the crackling of lightning was heard aboveground. (F/n) drew in a shaken breath and placed her right hand on the wall for support. Pain ripped through her arm, making her emit an audible scream of pain. Trying her best to ignore it, she stood and clenched the shoulder in agony. (Username) watched as her health bar slid from full to barely nothing.

"You sure don't look good."

In one swift movement her head snapped up in the direction of the voice. It was another tribute. She coughed and moved a quivering hand toward her weapon; he was around her own age. He smirked and held his hands up in a friendly defense, "Whoa there, dude." He wore a natural skin. Meaning some features were taken from the physical appearance of the user and transfixed into the skin of the avatar, although some other features for other players were manipulated into being virtual. (Y/n) could tell. She didn't see an average looking teenager walking around the lobby everyday. He wore a simple black tee shirt with tan kaki pants, her eyes swept to his face past the blue eyes and blonde cowlick hair and a brief information screen popped into view. His username was _ SNIPER_00. (F/n)'s was a natural skin as well, minus the clothing, her features were all from her physical body... their were more expenses to getting extra features. It also just happened that the player was the same player that had been clawing his way up the ranks.

Gear images displayed just below the username. 'Hot damn, who did he bribe to get a diamond chest plate,' she thought.

The player knelt down and eyed her. (F/n) felt a cold sweat coming on… what the hell was he so interested in?

(F/n) put on a low tone of voice, it wavered slightly, "Look. If you're going to kill me, don't just waste my time. I have better things to do." She winced and gripped her leg, putting pressure on the bloodied wound.

All he did was laugh so loudly that you were slightly worried that a band of teamed players would come bounding down the sewers, "Ah, you've got a mouth on ya. Well, how about this. I see you're apparently the only person in the way of my epic reign of this game so~"

She sucked her breath in, 'Oh. He can see my name, too…'

"But…" The player shrugged, "I believe in fair fights."

Sniper scratched the back of his head, "Here."

A golden apple fell in her lap.

The only word to describe her shaded face was speechless.

"Be more careful (username)… or The Veiled… or... fuck it. I don't know what the hell your name is," he laughed and turned to walk away.

"Th-thanks," (username) sputtered out.

Sniper turned back and grinned, "No problem… I'll be happy to see you on the battlefield next time around."


AN: I had to redo this... I'm sorry heh. So, back to the drawing board and this is what I stirred up! Not too shabby, eh?