A/N:

Hi people! I'm back! Sorry that chapter took so long, with all of the graduation practices, parties and stuff and a ton of tests and homework, there was no way that I would have been able to finish this chapter quickly. Anyway, a lot of you asked questions soooo….I'm going to answer them!

OK SO:

Everyone- A lot of people are wondering how, if Kenny is immortal, he can possibly lose the game. Well, the thing is, if Kenny were to die in the arena, the Capital ship would take his body and even if he did come back, the Game Makers wouldn't let him go back to the arena. So just like everyone else, he only has one chance.

Devi- Ze Mole isn't really immortal. He died in the South Park movie when Canada and America were in the war, so when Kenny wished for everything to go back to normal like it was before the war, everyone that died while the America and Canada were fighting was revived.

Scarlet Wolf- They Game Makers know what South Park is, but the characters don't know that they are famous.

Scarlet Wolf- I really don't know why only Cartman remembers, but he's always the only one that ever seems to remember in the actual show.

Scarlet Wolf-Gregory is this extremely annoying Brittish kid in the South Park movie.

OK! Sorry for the authers note, I just wanted to clear up the confusion. So here is chapter…I lost count. Sorry. Enjoy! :D

Early the next morning, when all of the tributes arrived in the Capitol, it began to snow. Effie then made an announcement.

"Now, in the past, tributes have stayed in the lavish 5-star, Capital Hotel, with unlimited room service..."

When she said that, Kenny smiled.

"An entire floor to themselves…"

Cartman eagerly rubbed his hands together.

"Hundreds of stylish outfits…"

Bebe's eyes doubled in size.

"…And the biggest pool known in the modern world."

Token whooped.

"Unfortunately, we had to cut down on the budget of these things…the cause you will find out about later. So instead, you will be staying at The Holiday Inn."

Everyone, but Kenny, groaned.

"Mole! Those rooms are like four times the size of my house!" Kenny exclaimed while happily hugging his partner.

Ze Mole rolled his eyes. "I 'ave a name, you kno'."

Kenny looked up. "Yeah, I know, but I thought you preferred being called 'Mole'"

"Ah don't, pleaze call me 'Christophe' or 'Chris' eev you must."

"Ok, ok, sorry Mo…I mean Chris."

"Good. Now can you pleaze geet ov me!" he said while glaring at the blonde.

Kenny jumped off him quickly. He knew that Christophe had no problem maiming people who couldn't easily come back from the dead, much less him.

After their little episode, they walked into the hotel. They were first greeted by a giant Christmas tree, and then by the sound of "Santa Clause is Coming to Town." Ah, it was the Christmas season, and they had all almost forgot, They had decided to spread out throughout the lobby and wait for their mentors.

District 1 POV:

"Hellooo! I'm Gloss!" said the male trainer from the actual District 1.

"And I'm Cashmere! We're brother and sister." The female chimed in, and explained why they looked similar.

"We'll make sure you get to the finals! As long as you follow our instructions, you'll be sure to win!" The brother finished their introduction.

"…Dude," said Craig, "What kind of ridiculous names are Cashmere and Gloss?"

Said Cashmere and Gloss simultaneously glared at him. It was common knowledge in Panem that District 1 had the stupidest names, but no one ever said that to any of the resident's faces.

"It doesn't matter what our names are as long as we can train you correctly!" responded Cashmere.

As a comeback, Craig, predictably, flipped them both off.

"Oh my!" said Gloss, "What a naughty boy. We can't have that for our perfect little District 1 tributes. Remember, you're not just representing yourself, but a whole group of people who are betting on you to win."

"Perfectionists. These are my kind of people…" Wendy muttered under her breath.

It was then that Mr. McCormick decided to show up to wow Gloss and Cashmere.

"What's 'scotch'?" asked Cashmere while pointing to his hat.

"It's I kind of alcohol, dumbass." He stated drunkenly.

Both victors gasped.

Wendy face palmed. She agreed with Katniss, this would be a long, long time before the Games started.

District 2 POV:

"Well," began Sheila Broflovski good-naturedly, "I've been told that our trainers will be a few minutes late, so why don't we show them that we're good sports by running laps."

Cartman snorted. "Yeah, right, you running laps."

"No, you two are running them."

"AY! That's not fair, no one else is!"

"Yes, but everyone else already has their trainers." She said with a note of finality. "And besides, we have to win. So get to it!"

Bebe sighed, and gave in to the fat woman's odd whims.

Cartman, on the contrary, did not. He simply grabbed a bag of Cheesey Poofs and sat his fat ass in a sofa in the lobby.

It took a moment for Mrs. Broflovski to notice that he was not running, but when she did, she was not pleased.

"Why won't you run like Bebe? If you're not careful, she'll kill you in your sleep!" she said matter-of-factly.

Cartman looked at her strangely. "Because it's a stupid thing to have to do, bitch. Wanting us to run through a hotel lobby, what kind of retard are you?"

By the end of his little speech, Sheila was fuming.

Meanwhile, Bebe continued to run around the lobby until a man in a suit stopped her.

"Excuse me, young lady, but I am the hotel manager and I'd like to know why you insist on running around in circles instead of calmly sitting like that fat boy over there." He said while pointing to Cartman.

"Hey! It wasn't my idea! I'll sit down if you really want me to!" she said while walking towards the rest of her group.

When she returned, she explained the situation to Mrs. Broflovski. When she decided to 'sort things out with him,' they decided it would be best if they simply waited close to the door for the rest of their group.

Fortunately, they didn't have to wait long, for Brutus, Enobaria, and Lyme walked in only a moment later.

Their joint first impression of the red-haired plump woman yelling at the manager was 'I'd hate to be in her group' which Brutus jokingly voiced just before they recognized the two children they would be mentoring.

"Hey." said Lyme, "Are you ready to kick some butt?"

"Don't you mean ass?" Cartman rudely interrupted. He was, for the most part, ignored.

"Yeah!" said Bebe, hoping her response was enough for the three of them, one of which, for all intents and purposes, was MIA.

Unfortunately, she had no such luck. "Hey, where's your adult? I was told all the groups had an adult from their hometown. To make their 'stay' here easier or whatever." asked Enobaria.

Bebe, looking horribly embarrassed, simply pointed to the woman who was now in a particularly messy fist fight with the manager which had a crowd growing around it.

Once again, Brutus was able to voice all of their joint thoughts.

"Oh shit."

District 3 POV:

Pip and Damien were sitting on opposite ends of a large couch, when Officer Barbradey sat in between them. When Effie saw this, she was annoyed that he was ruining the (what could have been a) moment.

Annoyed, Effie walked over to the cop, "You, get up. Now."

"But why? This couch is so comfy..."

"Because…" Effie said through gritted teeth.

"Oh, but he's ok where he is, ma'am." Piped up Pip.

"No he needs to move, go sit next to Damien. Now."

Pip reluctantly walked over to the spawn of Satan to sit next to him. Unfortunately, Officer Barbrady was sitting next to him. Right next to him. Pip was a skinny boy, but even he couldn't fit in a space that small. He looked over to Effie with a questioning glance.

Effie was practically squealing in joy. "This is excellent; you can sit in his lap!"

When Pip heard this, he began to shake. He didn't know if he should listen to Effie or ignore her. He couldn't decide so, instead, he just stood in the same spot for a while. As the minutes flew by, Effie became more and more enraged.

Noticing this look, Damien sighed and held out his arms toward the confused boy. Pip, who was clearly in shock, stood in the same spot even longer until Damien pulled him into his lap.

At this, Effie began to fangirl scream. "YAY! My shipping is working! " Then, she ran out of the room.

Just before Pip could question Damien on his sudden good will towards him, their mentors, Beetee and Wiress, walked in.

"Hello, boys!" Beetee said good-naturedly as Wiress muttered incoherently. "Um, what are you doing sitting on his lap?"

Damien quietly sighed while keeping the boy on his lap. If it made Effie happy, he would keep him there. He was already annoyed with her shenanigans, but it would make his life way, way easier. He could tell that this wasn't going to be his day.

District 4:

While waiting for their mentors, Stan and Kyle were also sitting on a couch, they too were bored. Well, at least until Stan suggested talking about their feelings.

"Dude, I'm so depressed about going into the arena."

"No dude, don't, we'll make it out alive!"

"Hello children!" Chef butted in.

"Hey, Chef."

"How's it going?"

"Bad."

"Why bad?"

"We're going to die."

"NO KYLE! WE WON'T DIE!"

"Woah, woah, woah, what's going on here, children?"

"We're in a competition! We have to fight to death in it!" Kyle explained.

"WHAT!"

"Yeah."

"Wait, Mrs. Broflovski said that this was a competition of strength."

"Then Mrs. Broflovski is a liar."

"Stan! Don't talk about my mom that way!"

"Sorry dude…"

Just then Finnick, Annie, and Mags walked over to them.

"Hey, we're your trainers and we…"

Kyle stood up quickly and grabbed Finnick by the neck. "WHAT DO YOU WANT! DON'T KILL US!"

Then he walked over to Annie. "Are you planning something? Tell me what you're planning!"

Annie, in response, put her hands over her ears and shook her head. She was having another flashback. Finnick then pulled Kyle off her before things could get any worse.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"You're trying to kill us!"

"No, we're here to make sure you don't die."

"Oh. Ok then. I assume you know who we are, but we don't know who you are."

Finnick flashed them a smile. "I'm Finnick, that's Annie,"

Annie, coming back from her flashback, gave a small wave.

"…and over there is Mags."

Mags responded with a greeting that sounded vaguely like "kibbles and bits".

"So we should probably get to training now, right?" Chef asked.

"Yeah, sure."

District 5 P.O.V:

Timmy and Scott Tenorman stood beside the giant Christmas tree to wait for their mentors.

All of a sudden, light flooded the room and out of the distance, two beautiful figures walked through the doors. As soon as anyone caught a glimpse of the two amazing people, they fell in love with them.

"They're so…beautiful." exclaimed Cartman.

Bebe immediately agreed with his analysis of the male, but grew jealous of the female.

The female was the first to speak. "Hello! I'm Mary-Sue Gotta."

"…And I'm Gary-Stu Loveus!" the male piped in.

"They're so perfect…" Pip said dreamily.

"I can't look away!" Ike exclaimed.

"Dude, they're just posers who are pretending to be perfect." Henritta pointed out.

"No, we really are perfect." Gary-Stu said while smiling…perfectly.

Almost every female (and a good amount of the males) swooned.

Christophe and Damien both scoffed.

"Dude, what are these people's problems?" Damien asked Christophe.

"I guess they think they're perfect."

"But are perfect…" Kenny budded in.

"No they're not! They're weird and annoying!" Henrietta said from across the room.

"Yeah!" Damien and Christophe agreed.

Kenny sulked off. Then, Henrietta, Damien, and Christophe shared a look of mutual respect.

District 6 P.O.V:

Abby waited with her group for the second mentor. She knew this wasn't going to turn out well when he did appear, but she couldn't very well leave without him. All of a sudden, she heard a window break. Sighing, she knew he was here. She began to wave him over, only to find out that he was not yet done.

"Oh! That didn't work at all!" he said while climbing back out the window.

Abby had known Elmo for years, but he, understandably, seemed to have gotten much worse after the games. Now, even to her, his antics were getting old. Thankfully, a few minutes later, she saw Elmo entering through the door. Unfortunately, it was a revolving door. So Elmo entered it again, and again, and again, and eventually, he got stuck.

Gregory, being the kind person that he is, went to help the confused boy.

"Oh thank you, Brittney, so much!" Elmo exclaimed.

"What?" Gregory, who was clearly confused, asked.

"Oh, don't be modest, Ms. Spears, your singing is amazing!"

"I'm not Brittney Spears!"

"I can see right through your disguise, Brittney! You're not fooling me!"

Abby decided to intervene. "Sorry kid. Get over here Elmo!"

Elmo who had just noticed Abby (despite having her pull him away from Gregory by the ear), smiled widely.

"Hi, Abby!"

"Hey Elmo."

"How're you doing today?"

"We have to help our tributes train to win the Games."

"Oh! What games? Red Rover, Scrabble, Go Fish, Yahtzee?

Abby facepalmed. "No Elmo, the Hunger Games. You know the thing you won three years ago?"

"…No."

"Remember? The blood, the violence, the Capital…Cesar Flickerman?"

"Doesn't ring a bell."

Abby sighed in defeat. She sometimes wondered how she was still friends with Elmo.

"Um…Should w-we g-g-ge-get to training n-now?" Jimmy asked.

"Sure." Abby replied.

District 7 P.O.V:

"…So then I wrapped him up in a balloon, oh, which by the way was red and blue, and I threw him off the roof of my house, and the wind somehow carried him off to Antarctica, and he died. That's why my mom won't let my get another cat. The end."

"Dude, you have problems." Kindergoth replied flatly, which made Bradley grunt in disappointment.

That was when Joanna and Blight walked in. Joanna immediately walked over to the boys and began to talk about strategies for winning the Games.

"Ok, so, in order to win, we need a strategy, a well-thought and planned one. I won the Games by pretending to be weak and then killed people at the end, but that obviously isn't going to work for you guys since you have all known each other for so long. So I've been thinking that you could…"

"What makes you so sure that we're going to win?" Kindergoth interrupted.

"Well…I don't know if you will win or not but I'm just saying that if we have a strategy, we'll have a better chance."

Kindergoth sighed."We enjoy the night, the darkness, where we can do things that aren't acceptable in the light. Night is when we slake our thirst."

Everyone stared at him for a moment. Then, Blight broke the silence.

"Translation?"

Bradley scratched his head. "Um…I think he likes the dark?"

"No. It means that I don't want to make a strategy."

"How are you two going to win without a strategy! A well thought out plan is mandatory!"

"I can promise you that we won't win."

Joanna became angry. "Why do you think that!"

"Because. I don't plan on winning, and I don't think that conformist cheerleader over there plans on winning either."

"Why not! I'm not crazy about this either, but you at least have to try!"

"I don't care."

"I'm going to try to win," Bradley began, "but I don't think I'm cut out for this kind of stuff."

"They didn't think I was cut out for this either! But look where I am now! I'm alive. Which, by the way, is more than I can say about my competitors, and what got me so far? Strategy!"

"Yeah…and?"

"You'll die, smart-one."

"I'm Goth, smart-one." Kindergoth mocked. "Besides, they wouldn't kill us anyway. Here's my theory…"

"I don't want to hear your stupid theory!"

"Just listen! My theory is that they won't kill us, for the sheer fact that we're a part of this 'fandom'." Kindergoth held up two fingers and air quoted. "I don't exactly know what that means, but I looked it up on the internet. Apparently we're a part of a popular TV show or movie or something. They can't kill us, or the show will be doomed! So do you really think they'd do that? I don't think so."

Joanna stared blankly at Kindergoth. "You're kidding, right?"

"No! It all makes sense if you actually took the time to think about it!"

"What a dreamer…" Blight muttered under his breath.

"I'm not a dreamer," Kindergoth addressed, "I'm just able to think logically, unlike ninety-five percent of my hometown."

"Whatever. Think what you want, but don't come crying to me when your family has to bury your dead body!"

Kindergoth looked at her strangely. "That doesn't even make sense!"

"I don't care if it makes sense or not! I was trying to help but now I'm not going to! Good luck trying to win on your own!"

"I don't need your help. Think about it. If we really are a TV show or book or whatever, they wouldn't kill us off through these stupid Games, they'd kill us dramatically, not out of necessity! Besides, even if they couldn't save all of us, they would at least save the main characters. For all I know, maybe I could be a main character, not that anyone is telling us, I think I'm actually the only one that cares."

"Shut it, kid. You're making my head hurt." Blight replied

Kindergoth stared blankly at Blight. "Stupid Nazi Conformist Cheerleader..."

District 8 P.O.V:

"It's ok Tweek, it's ok, there is no such thing as an ice-cream crapping taco."

"No! No! I saw one! I really did see one this time!"

Clyde sighed in defeat. "Whatever, Tweek."

"Hey! Are you our District's tributes?" someone asked from across the room.

Clyde looked away from his eccentric friend and saw a woman who looked about thirty and older man.

"Are you the District 8 mentors?"

"Yes. I'm Cecilia and that's Woof."

"WOAH, WOAH, WOAH! Did I just hear someone say my name!"

Cecilia sighed. "Yes, Woof. It was me."

"Oh! Ok then. I thought it was from my suitcase!"

Clyde and Cecilia just looked away. They were, after all, used to this behavior. Tweek, however, looked shocked.

"GAH! YOU HEAR NOISES COMING FROM YOUR SUITCASE, TOO!"

"All the time, little boy, but I don't think it's the suitcase…I think it's the underpants gnomes inside the suitcase."

"YOU SEE THE UNDERPANTS GNOMES TOO?"

"Yeah, yeah! They steal my tighty-whiteys all the time!"

"REALLY! I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE!"

Cecilia and Clyde shared a mutual face palm.

District 9 P.O.V:

Red Goth and Evan were sitting on a couch while blankly staring at each other.

"God. When are those posers going to get here?" Evan asked to no one in particular.

"Cha."

That was when the Morphlings walked in.

"So…" Evan said getting their attention, "I don't, like, plan on winning, but, like, if you have a plan or something, we want to hear it."

"Cha." Red Goth agreed.

The Morphlings didn't reply. Instead, they began to draw on each others faces.

Evan rolled his eyes. "This is going to be a long day."

"Cha."

District 10 P.O.V:

"Where the hell are our district people?" Henrietta, who was clearly irritated, asked.

"Calm down. They should be here any minute."

"HI GUYS!" A girl with obviously dyed black hair and full Goth attire yelled from across the room.

"YO, YO, YO! I'M T-RAY!" her companion cut in. He had tan skin, a muscle shirt, loose pants, and dark spiked hair.

Shut up, T-Ray. I'm…" the girl dramatically paused, "…Midnight Kitty. YAY!"

"You've got to be kidding me. Why is this thirteen-year-old poser trying to teach me how to win the Games?"

Midnight Kitty glared. "I'm 14! I'm just really short for my age!"

"Whatever…"

"Alright, anyway, we should…" she looked over at Ike and stopped. "…Oh! You're cute!"

"WHAT!" Ike screamed, for he had never been called "cute" by a girl before.

"Yeah! You're adorable! I just want to snuggle up to you, and kiss you and…"

"Ok! Stop right there!" he cut off. He knew this wasn't going to end well.

Midnight Kitty pouted. "Oh fine…"

District 11 P.O.V:

Token was sitting alone on a small couch. A moment later, Butters joined him.

"How's your dad?" Token asked.

"He ran out of the room crying. He'll be out shortly though, my dad always cries."

Token gave Butters a strange look, but decided to ignore the statement.

A moment later, two dark skinned people walked over to the boys.

"Hello, I'm Seeder." the female said.

"Hey, I'm Chaff." the male replied.

"Oh! H-hello there! I'm Butters, and this is my friend Token."

Unfortunately, that was when Mr. Stotch chose to come out from hiding.

"Ok, I think I've gotten over my fear of…" he quickly went silent when he noticed Chaff and Seeder. "AAAAAHHHH! More black people! They're multiplying! God, help me, please!" Mr. Stotch then ran out of the room crying again.

Everyone stared at him for a moment in silence.

"Oh hamburgers…" Butters muttered as he went to find his dad.

"Hey, that guy is really racist." Remarked Seeder.

Token sighed. "Just ignore him. You'll get used to it after a while. Trust me. You will."

Seeder and Chaff exchanged confused glances.

"How?" Chaff asked.

"I've lived with people like that for all of my life."

"Oh…"

District 12 P.O.V:

Kenny and Christophe were standing beside the giant Christmas tree while waiting for their mentors.

"Dude, what's taking them so long?"

"Ah don' kno'."

"Do you even care?"

"No' really."

" Chris…what are you doing?"

"Nothink!"

Kenny looked over at the Frenchman and noticed him stuffing objects in his pocket.

"Chris, are you stealing…Christmas ornaments?"

Christophe looked up in shock.

"No'…"

"I'm not stupid, dude, you totally are."

"No'!"

"You're such a klepto! Besides, I saw you stealing them."

"You did no' see anythink, you 'ear me? Nothink!" Chris responded, grabbing hold of Kenny's parka. "Just because you can come back vrom ze dead does not mean I'm avraid ov you comink back do haunt me! You got zat?"

Kenny simply smirked. "Someone's in denial."

Before Chris could brutally murder him with his shovel, their mentors intervened.

Katniss was the first to speak. "So, this is who we'll be training this year, along with Mr. Marsh, who will be helping us… Where is Mr. Marsh?"

"Probably off getting drunk somewhere." Replied Kenny with no further prompting.

Haymitch raised his eyebrows at Katniss and Peeta. They each scowled at him in response, as if to say "No freaking way are we letting you go off to 'find him'"

"Alright, minor drawback." Peeta continued Katniss' previous train of thought. "But we three will be doing the best we can before and during the games to make sure you both stay alive."

Kenny and Chris glanced at each other before simultaneously bursting out laughing.

Katniss immediately came to her District's defense. "Hey, just because we're the poorest and have had the least victors doesn't mean we can't keep you safe! We're both new to this, but we will get you out of there, mark my words."

"No', No'," replied Chris, "Is jus' zat... you tell her, Ken…" He said as he was, again, taken over by laughter.

"You see, the thing is, I can't die." He said, smiling. He had long ago gotten over the fact that barely anyone actually remembered this fact, and even the pain had dulled, recently.

The District 12 Trio looked at him with very skeptical eyes. "You can't be killed? Bullshit." Said Haymitch.

"No', really, 'e can't die. 'Ere, I'll show you. Kenny, do you mind?" Chris said, holding up his shovel.

Kenny sighed and crossed his arms. "Go ahead, just don't make a habit of it."

Before they could stop him after they got over their states of shock due to someone succumbing to death so easily, Chris had knocked Kenny out and walked away indifferently.

Peeta checked his pulse. "He's dead!" he shouted.

"An' your point eez?" he replied.

"Now we only have one competitor! What do we do? Has this ever happened before!" Katniss asked frantically asked no one in particular.

Now it was Haymitch doing the collar-grabbing. "Listen, you little punk. Do you realize what you just did? Now, even if you scum manage to somehow survive, there's already someone dead. Now, I don't know how you treat murders back where you come from, but we don't take them lightly, and if you-"

"Seriously," Chris said when he was finally able to cut him off. "He really can come back. Give me twelve, twenty-four hours, tops, and he'll be back. He's died more times than anyone, including himself, can count. Me, I've only died once. But I don't think I can normally come back, so I'd rather not repeat the process until it's completely necessary."

"Wait," said Peeta, confused. "Now you've both come back from the dead? What's up with you guys?"

"Well, as far as I know, only us two are the only ones competing who this has happened to." He replied, Haymitch's hands still loosely around his neck, "but he can actually come back more than once or twice. But we're getting ahead of ourselves. Just give me some time, and we'll prove I didn't just kill someone for no good reason."

Katniss glared at him. "I really hope you're right about this, because if he doesn't come back and we're short a tribute because you just couldn't wait…"

Christoph gulped. He knew that, just like him, at some undisclosed amount of time ago, she must have killed someone.

Ok, so I hope you enjoyed chapter…whatever it is…6 I think? Anyway, I finally made some OCS! I hope they aren't Mary-Sues though…well besides Mary-Sue and Gary-Stu. So yeah. I will try to update much faster! I'm so sorry! Just with graduation and stuff it's kind of hard to.

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