A/N: Hi everyone! Here's the next chapter. The first part happens a little bit before the end of the last chapter, so that's why it doesn't match up perfectly linearly.
Group 1: Anthony Padilla (Smosh) and Kalel Cullen (Frilly + Fancy)
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)
Sabrina (NerdyAndQuirky)
I still had no idea what was going on. Usually, I'm the person to know things. I'm admittedly an overachiever if I've ever met one. But this, this was impossible for me to wrap my head around. This was the stuff of fanfics, not real life. I mean, A YouTuber Hunger Games? That stuff doesn't happen. Plus, how did I get mixed up in this mess? I'm just some random nerdy fifteen year old and they want me to act like a sponsor in the Hunger Games? I stare at the giant movie-like screen they had set up in the convention center, shaking my head. None of this could be real, I didn't want it to be real. Because, if this was real, some of my idols are dead. I look away as the screen cuts to a close up of the dead Fine Brothers, then Jim, Lisa, and Meghan, Joey Graceffa, and finally Bethany Mota. Why did they need to show us again? We already watched them die right in front of our eyes, why did they have to rub it in our faces?
I look over to Ben, he hasn't said a word since we got here, and I don't blame him. From what Ian and Phil had explained, he almost got taken too. Every time someone died, I bet he was picturing that person as him. I turn away and look at the small electronic tablet they gave each of us, the number 115300 flashing on the screen. My subscriber number. Now, also the amount of money I had to spend on tributes. Sounds like a lot, until you realize that a pint of water was going to cost you 10000 'dollars.' Plus, how could I decide who to give it to? For some people it was easy. Ian, who had the most, over 25000000 with all his channels combined, was obviously going to give everything to Anthony and Kalel. But for people like me who didn't have any close YouTube friends in the games, well, I had no idea.
The screens change from the bodies, and this time are showing Dan and Anna running, I perk up, looking at the smaller screens, I practically scream: it was Tyler and Troye chasing after them! They couldn't do that; Anna and Troye were like best friends! Obviously, Tyler forgot that, because his was chucking knives at her and Dan like there was no tomorrow! I look over at Ben again, he was good friends with all four of them, I noticed he was whispering something under his breath. I scooch over to him, straining to hear,
"Get them Tyler, get them. You gotta live Ty. You too Troye, you-" I jump back, he was encouraging them? This was insane! I look around, everyone was rooting for one or the other. Mostly Tyler and Troye, which I found ridiculous, I don't care if they liked them more, but they were trying to kill people! They were trying to kill their friends!
How had they already resulted to this? I look at the screen again, and shake my head.
Well, at least now I know who I'll sponsor.
If they live through this, that is.
Troye Sivan (TroyeSivan18)
Shit, shit, shit! What's Tyler doing?
Ever since we got here, Tyler has been going slowly crazy. He wasn't the sassy, self-obsessed, funny guy I've called my best friend for the past year, but a murderer.
He killed Bethany Mota. The same Bethany Mota that he had gone up on stage with to accept a Teen's Choice Award with, not more than a few months ago. I remember that speech, #TeamInternet.
Ha. Team Internet. Saying that no matter what, we were connected by the internet. Where was that Tyler now? He was chasing Dan Howell and Anna, our good friend Anna, at that. They hadn't even tried to attack us like Bethany did! They were just sitting there behind that rock, probably just as terrified as I was. Plus, I know Anna would never hurt anyone, Dan I wasn't so sure about, but I don't think he would.
Of course, I didn't think Tyler would either.
Watching him now, throwing knives at our friends (how did he even learn how to do that? I know he makes jokes about 'cutting bitches' all the time, but this was ridiculous!) I didn't know what to think. Then, Anna trips. She falls flat on her face into the dirt, and if it was a different situation I would have laughed at her inevitable clumsiness. Dan tries to help her up, but Tyler pushes him away and I watch him topple down the hill. I wince, that had to have hurt. Anna tries to get up, but Tyler holds her down,
"Quick, Troye, kill her! I'm out of knives!" Tyler orders, Anna struggling underneath his grasp. I stand there, at a loss to do anything, "Troye, I fucking swear to God, if you don't kill her, I'll kill-" Tyler doesn't get to finish his sentence. I look up, and see a mortified Connor standing over him, a red stained sword in his hands. He looks at me, as if expecting me to attack him.
I don't move.
A/N: So, there it is! I'm sorry I killed the queen, but I had to for the story! *Sigh*
