Well, this is officially my first crossover story, and I'm really excited for it. Just a heads-up, this story involves characters from more shows than listed: Lab Rats, Austin & Ally, A.N.T. Farm, Dog with a Blog, JESSIE, Girl Meets World, Good Luck Charlie, KC Undercover, Phineas & Ferb (yes, I'm serious), Liv & Maddie, I Didn't Do It, and Kickin' It. I apologize for not putting this in the crossover section, because it has so many shows, I couldn't really put it in a category with just 2 options. I just chose a random category from the above listed to place this story in (the category it's under isn't necessarily the main category, I just thought a plot like this would appeal to Lab Rats fans over any of the other categories) I don't own any of those shows listed, or the Hunger Games. I didn't use every single detail of that plot, there are plenty of changes, but it's probably right to disclaim that. Rated T for character death and general violence. Anyway, enough from me, let's get on with it!

Prologue:

Fear. Dread. Angst. Worry. Foreboding. Despair. All are quite commonplace among the people of the Empire of Walt Disney II. What used to be an amazing place founded on fun and magic is now a corrupt empire in which the citizens are oppressed and intimidated into obeying. Most of this intimidation comes from the imminent Disney Games: a fight to the death between one randomly-chosen member of each sector of the empire.

The idea of it seems so horrible to me, I can't even entertain the thought that this will occur in a matter of weeks. I often wonder what horrid events could have turned Emperor Disney into such an evil, bloodthirsty person, as his father would certainly pale at the thought of pitting humans against each other. The first Walt Disney created the vast empire in hopes of making people happy, not scaring them into his control, yet here we were, already feeling sorry for the people to be randomly chosen to compete.

The whole prospect of the competition seemed extremely unfair, as I've heard rumors that some other sectors are home to prodigies, people of extreme intelligence, those that are combat-trained, or even bionic humans. Supposedly, those less able would receive 'benefits' from empire headquarters to help even things out, but still, a couple of fancy gadgets can't really put you on the same level as a bionic person.

Every day that passes brings us closer to the Games, and closer to the time we'll lose eleven members of the empire, which, according the propaganda we're being constantly bombarded with, is supposed to be a time of rejoicing in happiness. The day of the lottery, Emperor Disney's term for the choosing of the contestants, is supposed to be a huge celebration, but everybody just meanders around town somberly with their heads down, afraid to even look up out of fear it would somehow affect the drawing.

I can't decide which would be worse; being forced to kill innocent people, or being forced to watch someone close to me kill innocent people, or die. Even children aren't safe from the horrors of the lottery, as age has no bearing on the names put into the box for the drawing. I could be 6 years old, or 96, and still have an equal shot as a peak-condition 26-year-old. I just hope that the Games will be over soon after the begin, minimizing the time I have to look on in horror as guiltless people murder each other. If one of the twelve competitors ends up being bionic or something, he or she will obviously have the upper hand, and hopefully will ignore their scruples and quickly dispatch of all the others to spare the rest of us the misery. I would certainly put my money on a bionic person in this contest.

That's what makes this whole ordeal even worse: those of us who aren't chosen have to place bets on the competitors. The sector that most accurately predicts the winner will be exempt from next year's Games. Although, hopefully, Disney will come to his senses and there won't be a next year. Everyone in the empire wants to rebel against Disney, but we're simply too oppressed to do anything drastic. His goons patrol every nook and cranny of every sector in the entire empire. I can't even go to the store for bread without being tailed by government personnel making sure I'm not 'instilling rebellious thoughts in the minds of other citizens'.

As of today, August 1st 2016, the lottery is exactly three days away, and I can feel the tension in the air, so thick I almost choke. Everyone will be in attendance of the lottery, Disney will make sure of it, as he views it as a holiday. Those whose names are actually going into the box make up only about 6% of the population. Disney insists the only the most well-known members of each sector will provide sacrifice enough, everyone else will just watch on in helplessness as one of their leaders either dies, or kills others for no reason except to save his or her own hide.

Each day that brings us closer to the lottery, more and more Disney goons materialize in the town square. I presume that Disney expects the time when members of the population are being summoned like pigs to the slaughterhouse to be peak rebellion season, and he's laying on the uprising control. I doubt we'd be able to organize an uprising on such short-notice anyway, most of us are just normal, terrified people. Everyone looks up to the superiors: 4-7 people in the sector who carry out all the important business. I'm one of the superiors of my sector, so the people look to me for comfort during these tense times. Back when Disney wasn't a corrupt dictatorship, these people were the faces of the sectors, which used to be independent colonies of Disney, each with their own anthem and flag. Now every building in every sector bears the mouse-head-shaped symbol of Disney, with the old colony symbols only used by Disney to mark objects that belong to specific sectors. What used to be a symbol of entertainment and magic now stirs up fear in all that lay eyes on it.

As the clock strikes 11:03, the drawing at the lottery is exactly 72 hours away, and all citizens are required to stay inside their homes while the Disney goons prepare the town square for the 'big event'. I hurry home before I can get caught and questioned of my motives for being out two minutes after curfew. I don't see how it can take three days to set up a little lottery, but most of us view these three days as Disney's way of letting families be together without distractions in the event that one of them will leave on lottery day, never to return. It's nice to think that our corrupt and evil leader is giving us time to say goodbye, even if that's not really the case. Whatever it takes to help me sleep at night, be it true, or just wishful thinking. One thing's for certain, my family and I are going to treasure these last three days, because it may be the last three days we all spend together.

May the odds be ever in our favor.

Well, what did you think? (That last line is a reference to the Hunger Games. You don't need to have read the book to understand this story, but I thought I'd throw that in there for Hunger Games fans that may be reading this.) Just a forewarning, some of the characters that come into this story may be quite OOC, but this is a post-apocalyptic Disney, so I'd like to think that that may have changed some of their personalities at least a little bit. I'd love to hear your thoughts in a review, as this story is really a leap of faith for me. I'll try to update next week, but I'll see how far I get on chapter 2 before I post chapter 1. Until next chapter: The Lottery, bye!