Please note that minor spoilers for From Drama to Death follow. If you haven't read that I highly advise it...and perhaps leave a review or two. *shameless self-advertising*

District 2

Alejandro POV

The night was absolutely horrible. I tried to find a place to sleep, something comfortable, but in the end my thoughts just raced around in my mind. Heather's death. Duncan getting torn to pieces. The Bloodbath. The feast. Everything just mixes all at once like a film behind my eyelids and I can't shut it off, leading to me having had very little sleep last night. Strangely, however, I don't feel all that tired. My blood id boiling and it's all I can do not to destroy everything in my path.

*skip meaningless filler*

I look down to see that the muddy trail of footprints has ended. I pretend not to notice but in actuality am scanning the surrounding area keenly, looking for anyone lying in wait.

"Lose something?"

The voice comes from above and I quickly unsheathe my sword and scramble back. I look up to see Noah sitting on a tree branch, and although he seems to be trying to give off a cool impression, his eyes are bloodshot. He blinks a few times.

"Goddammit," I growl. "Izzy and Eva are here, right? Well, this is some trap you lured me into. Bravo."

Noah doesn't smirk, or anything. He just winces. "Izzy and Eva...aren't here."

"What?"

Noah bites his lip, eyes narrowing. "They're going after Cody now. I guess I just had the realization that they didn't have a need for me anymore. And...a few other things."

What the hell is he doing? "I'm sorry, but I don't believe that you're not just saying this to get me to put my guard down so Eva can massacre me."

"If only we could," Noah sighs. "What would you do in that situation? You're prepared for it, I know."

I gesture to my sword. "Dodge out of the way, then throw the knife in my boot right at you."

Noah nods. "I wouldn't have expected that. According to Eva you didn't have any long-range weapons left, so that would have easily killed me. Do you see now why I left?"

"Because if the three of you attacked me you'd undoubtedly die?"

"Well, yes. I would undoubtedly die. But I've always known that I was going to die. In fact, in a few minutes I'm going to hop down and allow you to kill me."

What the...I scrunch up my face in confusion.

"Why though? You made it this far. Why throw away your chance to win?"

Noah sighs, placing a hand to his temple. "Can we just talk for a few minutes? Then I'll come down, and then boom, you're in the final four. But my hope is that you will listen to what I have to say."

I growl. "I still believe that you're doing this so Eva can gut me."

"You can believe that if you want to. I left Eva and Izzy because I knew they didn't need me anymore. And I didn't want them...to have to see me die. They would know what I did so that they would win, but they wouldn't have to witness the gruesome details."

"So this is a misguided act of heroism?" I ask condescendingly.

"Well, everything you've ever done is a misguided act of villainy, so I suppose it's even," is his sardonic response.

"Do you just enjoy being an insufferable little ass?" I ask him rhetorically.

He turns his head, eyebrows scrunching. "Wait, did you hear that?"

"Knew it," I laugh. "You're just trying to distract me." I hear a faint something in the distance, but it's probably nothing.

"No, seriously," he says, sounding genuinely concerned. "Did you hear that?"

"No, what the hell are you talking about?" I ask. I hear something, and it's getting louder, ever so slightly. I can barely make out what it is.

Why does it sound like "lel" being repeated over and over again?

"You're saying you seriously don't hear that?" Noah asks, and someone stabs him and shoves him off the tree.

"LELELELELELLELELELELELELELELLELELELELELELELELELELELELELELELELELELELELELELELELELELELEL!"

"What the hell?" I shriek as it teleports and appears in front of me, a shit-eating grin on its face as it guts me and I explode for some reason.

District...uh...um...let's just say District 42. That works.

Michael POV

Okay, after careful consideration and logical thought processes, I have concluded that...

...I have no idea what the fuck is going on. Egads, it's like this entire universe (or authorverse, whatever) is insane. Hunger Games? You're kidding me, right? I jog through the woods, looking for any sign of anyone else. I catch a glimpse of someone lying unconscious on the ground and I skid to a halt, turning to see who it is.

It's Midnight. He groans and looks up at me, face blue and a painful grimace stretched across his face. "What's up?" I ask, kneeling down to help him up.

"I feel like my intestines decided to jump ship and they're trying to force themselves up through my throat," he writhes.

"That's...lovely. Buuuuut, I don't honestly care. Have you seen anyone else?"

"Need to find...Aurora..." he groans, stumbling and falling flat on his face.

"Not the question, dipshit. Have you seen anyone else?"

"...daZekereesg"

"Huh?" I ask, as he mumbles into the ground. He turns his head up to face me.

"Da Zeke! Gods, you're thick!"

He proceeds to vomit on my shoes. "Whoop, there they go," he giggles slightly. "Pretty sure that's Liver. Should have known he'd be the first to go, the yellow-bellied coward..."

"Uh, Midnight? I thought you were only being insane because of that douchebag, the author. Shouldn't you be sane?"

"You try being sane when ya feel like this!" he slurs at me before falling face-down in his own vomit. I step away from him. It seems as though traveling here took its toll on some people more than others. I drag him under a tree and leave him there. This will be the meeting point. Now I just need to gather the others. Okay, so he said Da Zeke came through. I eye the trail of blood on the ground.

...that probably came from that ridiculous raccoon he insists on wearing, so I might as well follow that.

I sneak through, trying to remain quiet just in case.

"Hi." I turn around and scream.

Da Zeke stands there.

He's only wearing a raccoon.

...that's a weird thought.

"What the hell?" I ask.

"Oh yeah, eh," he says. "All my clothes were torn up so I just decided to take them off. He doesn't seem to mind," he says, pointing at Peter, who glances at me with lazy eyes from the tree, giving me a half-hearted wave.

"Please help me," he says.

"Get down," I say calmly. "We need to find the others. Midnight's over there passed out-"

"Per usual, I see."

"-And that makes four of us, meaning we still have to find nine others."

"And all of you are boys! In the woods! THIS IS AWESOME!" Once again, I whirl around and shriek to see Leslie standing there with this big shit-eating grin on her face. "I LOVE THE HUNGER GAMES! IT'S THE BEST LOVE TRIANGLE EVER!"

"She seems to have missed the other ninety percent of the series," Peter sneers. "including the action, horrifying social commentary, character deaths, and the fact that the love triangle is a farce used to exploit sponsors."

"What happened to you?" I ask her.

"I woke up. I started walking. I found you guys," she says flatly.

"Not everyone is as eventful as you guys, eh," Da Zeke says.

"Alright, that's five then," I sigh. "Let's group around Midnight's unconscious body to discuss exactly what the hell is going on here."

"Yes!" Leslie cheers. "Let's group around his unconscious body, everybody!"

Sometimes I really want to know what goes on in that girl's mind.

District 69

Leslie POV

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District 42

Michael POV

...and sometimes I really don't. Moving on.

I walk back over to the tree and something slips out from under my feet, and dirt seems to crumble away. I roll my ankle and look down to see that there's an abyss beneath me. "What the hell?"

"Look in the tree, eh," Da Zeke says, and I look up to Peter, who's paying absolutely no attention. "No, the other tree!" I turn to see...Cody?

"Cody..." Leslie growls.

"Uh, do I know you?" Cody asks nervously. "Any of you? Are you even tributes?"

"You don't even bother to remember me?" Leslie snarls. "AFTER ALL THE EMOTIONAL SCARRING YOU LEFT ME?"

There's silence for a few seconds, and he just looks down at us in confusion. "Uh, nope."

"Okay, okay, I can explain," I say, holding my hands up in the air and getting in between them. "Believe it or not, you're in a fanfiction and somehow you're still alive. Congratulations on that, by the way. A Total Drama/Hunger Games crossover to be exact. We come from a different fanfic by the same author and we're just trying to find our way out of here."

He just stares down at me. "Okaaaaaaaaay..."

I sigh. "Just leave us alone for now. We'll get out of here and then you'll be fine. Come on, everyone. Let's go." The four of us walk away and Midnight trudges along beside us, only to throw up on Zeke's raccoon, which then proceeds to tear him a new one.

Sigh.

District rhoarg[iwhn

Janet POV

I have literally not moved an inch and a whole bunch of people have just found me. I'm not used to being able to do things without trying. Seriously. Aurora threw up ice for some reason (not surprising, Elsa) and fell down on her face. James came in shivering and possibly scarred. Belinda walked in with a makeshift sword made out of a really, really sharp stick and a full deer.

So the four of us are just sitting around, doing nothing. We probably should be out looking for the others but we're too busy trying to relax after the mindfuckery of the whole authorverse thing. God that shit is confusing.

Leanne walks up to us with her typical bored expression. "Hey."

"Meep," is James's response.

Aurora probably would have responded if she hadn't been, you know, unconscious.

"I thought I was going home," Belinda quivers. "But I'm not."

"Another brilliant observation," Leanne sneers, sitting down next to us. "What's the plan?"

"We don't have a plan," I say weakly. "There are five of us here, right? That means we have to find eight others. And then find the way out of here."

"WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE THE HUNGER GAMES?" James cries.

I slap him. "Suck it up! You've remained cool and collected this whole time and you are NOT about to give up now JUST BECAUSE we're in the Hunger Games! We are GOING to find a way out, okay?"

He sniffles a little bit. "Okay. Okay. I'll calm down."

"Thank you," Leanne rolls her eyes.

"Okay. Let's just be calm for now. We'll find the others later. For now we just relax."

Head Gamemaker

Chris McLean

Uhhhhhhhh...

What?

Sam casually dusted himself off, smirking. Morpheus Chef kicked the last of the Mafia men away, chuckling. All too easy, especially when the two reality warpers known as LEL and ScrowmegMeha had left the fanfic, lending control back to the author (ergo, me).

Sam cursed. "Dammit! We lost control! I can't have them go around ruining my OTHER fanfics! We need to keep them contained! But how do we do that when SOME PEOPLE KEEP INTERFERING!" he spit at Morpheus Chef. "Yeah, I KNOW who you are."

Morpheus Chef's form changed into that of someone looking similar to Scott. "Alright, you caught me! SORRY for trying to play fair!"

"Where's the real Morpheus Chef?" Sam growled, conjuring a pistol in his hand and raising it up to the enemy agent. ScrowmegMeha raised his hands in the air.

"I bring a message from my author," he said calmly. "We're willing to help you regain control."

"Yeah, after you killed Adrian and threw the shit into the fan?"

"That was a mistake. I wasn't aware of the rammifications. LEL will keep helping them cause as much chaos as possible, throwing the entire system into chaos. It will be deemed 'trolling.' And as we all know, if there's enough trolling..."

The two of them said it at the same time. "The fic will be taken down."

"And we don't want that," the agent said. "I enjoy doing it, and I'd say it's your fault for having troll friends."

Sam rolled his eyes at this. "Just kill them. Once they're dead I'm ending the fic. That way LEL won't have any more outlets to spread his destruction."

ScrowmegMeha turned away from him. "Don't be too sure of that..."

"Go," Sam snapped. "Bring Morpheus Chef with you. Do not stop until all of them are dead. For real this time."

The agent bowed sardonically. "Your will be done."

And with a flicker he was gone.

Where are Jairo, Lauren, and Matthew? What is LEL's deal? Will ScrowmegMeha and Morpheus Chef be successful? How much more can I shit over my own creation? Find out next time on TOTAL DRAMA DECEPTION!