AN: My sister and I love Beetee and we just made an unfortunate story up about him, love you Beetee! 3 x

It started like any regular day would in District 13. Wake up, breakfast, then, to work. Hours working, creating bombs that President Coin promised would help end the conflict. However, a few hours into working on a snare trap with Gale Hawthorne, Beetee noticed that his colleague was acting rather strangely. He seemed different from his usual sullen self. Today, he seemed downright delighted about something. Beetee looked at Gale's ridiculous smile- something he had never seen since meeting him in District 13.

"Something up, Gale?" asked Beetee, curious as to what new joy could have entered the life of Gale.

Gale's expression darkened and he looked away dramatically. "Oh, no, Beetee, nothing. Nothing."

Beetee sighed and stroked his moustache. He looked away, and decided to forget about it.

Later that day, Beetee was casually minding his own business when Boggs walked over to him, looking disapproving.

"Beetee, please come with me- I have to show you something!"

Beetee was curious to know what Boggs was talking about, so agreed. Boggs pushed Beetee to a door at the end of the corridor and opened it.

"Beetee, down there, there's a really long coil of wire. You want it?" said Boggs.

Beetee nodded delightedly. "Yes! Oh wonderful! I would love it! Let's go!"

Boggs laughed brazenly and kicked Beetee down the stairs. Then, Boggs slammed the door behind Beetee and pranced away.

Beetee's wheelchair hit the floor and broke. This saddened him, but he continued to look around for the long coil of wire that Boggs had promised him. He couldn't find it. This disappointed him, and he stared sadly at the ground. He had placed all his trust in Boggs only to be let down.

Then, suddenly, computer generated beats rang out in the room above him. He looked up, bewildered. Then, he put the pieces together- everybody except him was upstairs in the room above him, and they were all partying like there was no tomorrow. This was what Gale had been so excited about. He had trusted Gale too, only to be let down by him as well! Stupid Gale.

Then, Beetee's mind developed an idea. He thought- no- he knew, that it was a brilliant idea. He decided, "if everybody else has left me here, I'll pretend I'm having a great time down here, and then they'll feel like they're the failures, not me!". Then, Beetee set his plan in motion. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !"

He continued laughing loudly for four hours. However, the party was so loud, nobody could hear him. Then, Beetee felt he had to give up. It wasn't working. He began to cry. He cried loudly- louder than he had pretended to laugh.

Why would his good friends leave him out of a fun enjoyable party?

Suddenly, the party above him quieted down, and they heard his crying. Suddenly, Beetee heard laughter. Everybody above him was laughing. Plutarch was laughing the most. Beetee cried even more.

He waited for someone to let him out of the basement, but it wasn't happening. He waited for hours. He hoped if he went to sleep, somebody would bring him back to his quarters between then and when he woke up.

But no. When he woke up, he was still in the basement.

Damn it.