A/N: Hi everyone! Here's the next chapter. I'm listing the groups again for reference if you're confused! Enjoy the story!
Group 1: Anthony Padilla (Smosh and Watch Us Live & Stuff) and Kalel Cullen (Frilly + Fancy and Watch Us Live & Stuff)
Group 2: Caspar Lee (Dicasp) and Joe Sugg (ThatcherJoe)
Group 3: Benny and Rafi Fine (TheFineBros)
Group 4: Tanya Burr and Jim Chapman
Group 5: Felix (PewDiePie) and Marzia (CutiePieMariza)
Group 6: Troye Sivan (TroyeSivan18) and Tyler Oakley
Group 7: Alfie Deyes (PointlessBlog) and Zoe Sugg (Zoella)
Group 8: Shane Dawson (Shane Dawson TV) and Lisa Schwartz (Lisbug)
Group 9: Joey Graceffa and Meghan (Strawburry17)
Group 10: Jon Cozart (Paint) and Grace Helbig (ItsGrace)
Group 11: Connor Franta and Bethany Mota
Group 12: Dan Howell (danisnotonfire) and Anna (Annadorable)
Anna (Annadorable POV)
"Anna?" An Australian accented voice calls from the now open cell across from us, and I jump up and run away from Dan, a bittersweet smile on my face as I see who it is,
"Hey, Troye." I say softly as he hugs me, and I notice Tyler creeping beside him, "What's up, Ty?" I ask, but Tyler doesn't say anything, he just looks at me distantly, his face white as a ghost,
"Do you know where we are, An-"
"All tributes please make your way down the end of the hall to the main room, there will be an explanation there." A voice on the loudspeaker cuts Troye off, and I shrug,
"No, but I guess they do. Let's go." I respond sullenly, the truth was I did know, I knew they were going to put us into a psychopathic version of the Hunger Games, but for YouTubers. I knew that the arena wouldn't be able to be tracked down easily, as it was moving with reflectors and jammers in the sky, no government would be able to find it with all the stuff they programmed it with, plus, I also overheard that the climate and set up of the arena would change every day based on where we were, which was reassuring to me at the least because with my weird accent trick I'd know where we were ahead of time. It scared me too, though, what would the others do to me since I had that advantage?
We make our way down the hall into a large meeting area, where a woman dressed in all purple stands, and begins to explain to everyone else what I already knew, but she keeps out the part about what the arena would be like,
"It'll begin in a half hour, so please make your way to the transport." She finishes, and points to a train-like vehicle, and everyone starts shouting and screaming, tonight? But what about the training? The interviews? This isn't how it works!
"But in the Hunger Games they had like three days to get ready!" I shout, and the lady shrugs and disappears, then these large men come, pushing us onto the train-thing, Troye grabs my hand in the chaos,
"Where are we going?" He screams, and I shrug again, "Anna..." He starts to say something, then is swept away in the crowd. I end up pressed between Caspar Lee and Jon Cozart, and if the situation was different, I would have been a fangirlling mess, the doors close, and everyone begins spreading out to be more 'comfortable,' I see couples, like Shane and Lisa, Anthony and Kalel, Zoe and Alfie, Tanya and Jim, Felix and Marzia, and even Troye and Tyler attempting to calm one or the other, as everyone else in the car tries to process what's happening. I feel a hand on my shoulder and look up to see Connor Franta half smiling at me,
"Not the best time, I know, but I've never gotten a chance to tell you that I love your videos." He says, his voice still light and airy despite the awful situation we were in, I smile at him,
"Thanks, Connor. I love your channel too." I tell him, and he smiles again before going to talk to Troye, Tyler, and Grace. Dan walks over to me, and reaches out a hand to help me off of my place on the floor, I grab it and he hoists me up, and at the same time the train lurches forward, causing us to fall over, myself onto of him. I stare at him with wide eyes for a second, worried I hurt him, but he's smiling, I blush embarrassedly and stand up,
"Sorry 'bout that." I tell him as I help him up this time, he shrugs it off,
"It's fine. So...we're going North?" He asks, and I look at him confusedly before realizing he was referring to my now Northern England accent, I blush again,
"It would appear so." I respond,
"How do you know?" Joe asks, standing up from where he was sitting, "Do you have your phone or something on you? Why don't you call for help if you do!" He says, looking slightly excited, I bite my lip and Dan answers for me,
"Her voice does this thing where it's accent changes depending on where she is in the world, it's really cool." Dan explains, and Joe looks at me with narrowed blue eyes,
"Interesting." He states, then walks off to where the rest of the Brits, and Caspar, were huddling together on the train.
"So this is really happening?" Dan asks when he leaves, suddenly looking serious, I nod, as much as I didn't want it to be true, I knew it had to be. The only question that I had was how would they go about getting us to kill each other? As if on cue, a voice begins talking from the loudspeaker,
"Hello tributes, we will be arriving at our destination in about one minute. Now, some of you may not be too keen on killing your friends, so we thought we'd share some knowledge with you: If a tribute does not die at least every two days, then someone will be killed at random, so, it's either kill or be killed. Also, depending on where the arena is, the design and climate will change every night at midnight, so you better hope someone has a good mental compass, and may the odds be ever in your favour." The loudspeaker turns off with a small click, leaving us all silent, except for the sounds of some people sobbing. Then everyone stares at me,
"Hey, Anna, you wanna be partners with me?" Someone says,
"No! I want to be in a group with Anna!" Another person, I think Kalel Cullen, says,
"Wait, I want to too!" Another person shouts, and this goes on for a while before the train stops, I look at Dan, he hasn't said anything, unlike everyone else,
"Hey, Dan, you wanna be partners?" I ask, he looks at me and smiles,
"Sure."