I do not own Phineas and Ferb, Gravity Falls, Steven Universe, Star Vs, OK KO, Big Hero 6, Mao Mao heroes of pure heart or anything related.

The actual Hungry Games was about to begin. Wacko poured some reddish pond water in a wine glass, and placed a blood worm in it.

"I'm in a classical mood right now. Computer, play me something classical!"

Sitar music started playing.

"Um, no, I said CLASSICAL music."

"HERE'S A PLAYLIST YOU MAY LIKE: GROOVY SITAR MUSIC."

"No, no, I said CLASSICAL music, CLASSICAL!"

"HERE'S A STATION YOU MIGHT LIKE: SITAR MUSIC ALL THE TIME."

"How are you getting Sitar from classical? Sigh. Should have known better than to get Alexa installed. Fine then, you were probably going to play the wrong song anyway, so I'll just find one myself. Mozart's requiem? Hmm. No, should probably save that for the end. I know!"

'The Hall of the Mountain King' started playing as he put on the screen showing the arena. Everyone was in place.

Felus was watching the Games in the control room, making sure everything was running smoothly. He spoke in the microphone.

"Let the Hungry games commence!"

Phineas ran for it. As he ran in the opposite direction of the cornucopia, he looked at his brother, to find that he wasn't there.

"Ferb? Ferb!"

Where could he be? He looked around, to find that he was running towards the cornucopia.

"Ferb, what you doing?"

What was he doing? This wasn't the plan. This wasn't what they agreed on.

Phineas tried to run towards him, but Ferb gave him a look.

Remember what we agreed last night.

Phineas just thought it applied to him as well.

As he ran for it, he caught a glimpse of what was happening at the cornucopia. Steven the District 6 tribute was the first to reach it. He picked up a large rucksack (But didn't go for any of the weapons) when the careers surrounded him.

"Give up the rucksack, 6," Said the boy from District 2, who was clearly the alpha of this pack, "And we'll make it quick."

Steven was giving a desperate look to Connie, his fellow District 6 who was part of the career pack.

"You all heard me, I warned him!"

The 2 roared as he brought down his sword. A pink bubble appeared around Steven, shattering the sword.

"No!" The 2 stared at the hilt, "That was the best weapon! You'll pay for this! AH!"

He started thumping on the bubble, with no effect. Steven then jumped into the air, and floated down out of sight.

Then came the actual bloodbath, Tributes running to get supplies being slaughtered by the careers.

"No, not the kitty!" Gorilla Arms yelled in a booth where all of the escorts were watching the games. He had his face in his hands.

"Oh, this never gets easier!"

The male District 4 tribute screamed as he barely dodged an attack, taking a break for it by jumping into a field. The district 2 boy stabbed the girl from the same district. Soon the only ones left who weren't dead or escaped were the careers.

By the time the bloodbath had finished, so had the soundtrack, as Wacko had finished his drink.

"Ah. Nothing like watching former heroes kill kids to start the day. And yes I know it was stated before that time doesn't exist here, but what else would you call it?"

As Phineas ran, he bumped into something. Or rather someone. Looking up, he saw it was the girl from District 12, who had acquired a suit from the cornucopia. Phineas backed away. For a moment, he was sure that she was going to kill him, probably with those discus things attached to her wrists. She looked at him. However, for some reason, she thought better of it, and zoomed off.

Phineas heard the canon go off that signified the death of a tribute.

BOOM.

BOOM.

BOOM.

BOOM.

BOOM.

BOOM.

BOOM.

BOOM.

8 booms. 8 tributes gone. 16 remaining. A surprisingly high number.

Phineas kept running to the point that he fell down. Later, drinking from a stream, getting some berries to eat, he decided to sleep in a tree. He was thinking how much better it would be if he could build some kind of treehouse, getting the local animals to help him, as well as make some comforts from home. Actually home was rarely comfortable, but you know what he meant! He could have even built some security system, or defence against the other tributes. He was sure he could have done it, if only he had Ferb with him. Ferb. Why didn't he join him? Why did he go after the cornucopia, after he thought they had promised to stick together? That night, the fallen were announced. They included the girl from District 2 (Which was surprising given that they usually survive the bloodbath), both tributes from District 3; The girl from District 5; both tributes from District 7, and 11.

While trying to get to sleep, Phineas noticed something. Someone had lit a fire nearby.

It was the boy from District 5, who had clearly forgotten the fact that you shouldn't light a fire at night. Sure enough, the career pack tracked him down.

"Hey, come on, guys," He backed away with his hands up, "You all wouldn't attack one defenceless kid, right? Right?"

BOOM.

Wacko poured a glass of greenish pond water and a worm into his wine glass.

"Ah, male District 5, you are a lot like this water. You're filled with gas and you would rather not have any more if you could avoid it."

He held up his drink.

"Farewell, Randy Cunningham."

And drank it.

"Bleah! Hopefully another tribute's death will help wash out that taste!"

Phineas watched as the careers passed by, laughing and joking about their latest kill.

"You wouldn't hurt a defenceless kid, right? Right?!" Said the district 2 boy, mimicking the district 5's voice.

The District 10 boy and girl laughed.

The District 9 girl nudged her fellow district tribute, "Right, Marco?"

"Yeah."

Phineas couldn't help but notice that Marco didn't share the others' glee. Maybe there was some good in some after all. They weren't the only ones. The district 6 girl also didn't share. She even looked disgusted, as was -

No. It couldn't be. He wouldn't have joined the careers! Not by choice.

"Hey, 1! Are you sure this is the way?"

"I'm sure."

It was Ferb.

How could he betray him?

The next day, Phineas was walking.

"Sir," One of the operators in the control room reported to Felus, "Phineas is approaching the edge."

"Well then. Let's turn him around. See if his belief gets him out of this one."

Fireballs started to fly at Phineas. Running away, he managed to dodge them. There were other dangers, including earthquakes, trees falling, tigers, and a swarm of wasps, which Phineas managed to get rid of after taking refuge in the water.

It seems his belief worked pretty well.

Felus, staring at the screen, at lost over how he survived what should have taken down an average tribute, took a deep breath.

"Oh well. Just as well he was directed in the direction of the careers."

"Wait, what?"

He saw that the career pack had spotted him.

"Get him!" Shouted the District 2 boy.

Phineas made a run for it. He managed to climb up a tree.

Unfortunately, the District 2 boy was also good at climbing trees.

Phineas managed to dodge him, and the boy fell down. The District 9 female tribute hurled a mace. It barely missed Phineas, sticking into the tree.

"He's not going anywhere," Reasoned Ferb, "He can't stay up there forever. And when he comes down, we'll get him then."

Ferb looked at him. And that's when he knew. Phineas could always understand his brother, even when he didn't speak.

He hadn't betrayed him.

Phineas was woken by whistling.

He looked down at the careers. He could hear them muttering and moaning in their sleep. The only ones who slept soundly were the district 2 boy and Ferb.

Mabel, the female district 4 tribute, was in an opposite tree. She was pointing to something. Some sort of wasp nest. Pulling the mace out that had been thrown into the tree earlier, being careful not to wake the pack below, he aimed it at the nest.

"I'm sorry."

Phineas looked down. The district 6 girl was crying as she slept.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," She was muttering.

Phineas felt guilty over what he was about to do.

"Sorry about this."

He knocked the nest down.

It burst on the ground. The angry wasps woke up the pack, who ran away screaming as they were chased away by the swarm. Phineas got down. Everything froze.

Wacko, pausing the action, had his jaw dropped.

"That's not possible. THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE!"

A phone rang in the control room. Felus nervously picked it up. He gulped.

"Yes, Sir?"

"Felus, forgive me if I'm mistaken, but shouldn't have someone oh what's the word I'm looking for, oh that's right, DIED?"

Felus was sweating.

"It was probably just a glitch, Sir. Nothing to worry about," He fiddled with his tie.

Wacko considered this.

"Hmmmm. Oh well it's not like they won't eventually die or anything! It's just that I was really looking forward to drinking that pond water, that's all. I guess I'll be drinking it later!"

He pressed play on the remote.

Phineas noticed something on the ground that could be useful. He bent down to pick it up. A wasp stung him. His pupils diluted.

"Phineas!"

Ferb was running to him.

"Phineas what are you doing? Go! Get out of here! Go!"

Phineas ran for it. He ran as fast as he could. A black tentacle wrapped itself around him. Phineas was pulled in front of the creature. It was completely black aside from the red diamond shaped eyes.

"YOU CANNOT HIDE. I SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU!"

The eyes glowed.

"AHAHAHAHAAHAHAH!"

It was the President, only he was naked, holding a glowing orb in the palm of his hand.

"Your universe is mine to command, AHAHAHAH!"

He traced his fingers across the orb, and as if he was pressing different key notes, a humming from it sounded different.

He now saw the president at the top of the podium, and he was looking down at him, specifically him. He saw him watching him in the training room. His bill sprouted fangs, and a long tongue emerged to enter the wine glass he always drank from. It wrapped itself around the worm that always swam in it, strangling it.

"These tributes are not like us!" The president was telling Felus in his interview at the start of the games, "Just because they have five senses, a semblance of a brain and have families doesn't mean they're self-aware or have feelings! No! Everything they do is just governed by instinct and pheromones! These tributes are less like sentient beings and more like...organic automatons!"

The President looked straight at the camera.

"Wouldn't you agree, Phineas?"

No, not at the camera. At him. Phineas backed away, but everywhere he looked, the president was there, watching him.

"I have eyes everywhere."

The images faded back into the forest, the eyes becoming the of the trees. Was it over? A hooded figure strode towards Phineas.

"Time doesn't pass here in the void," Phineas heard Sammy saying, "And sometimes it feels like what you would call past, present, even future get mixed up."

The figure held a clawed robot arm in his hand.

"Even with a chronology to keep things straight there are still times when it feels like you're experiencing different feelings from different points in your life!"

Phineas saw it was the president, and his eyes were full of murderous rage. An electric blade emerged from the arm. Phineas tried to run away, but the president was as fast as lightning, slicing all of the trees with ease. Phineas fell to the ground. The president held his weapon at Phineas.

"You know, I finally get it. Why your sister is so obsessed with busting you. Why she'll try to bust you even when you haven't actually done anything wrong."

Lightning crackled around his feet, electrifying the ground around him.

"The fact that you snatch victory so easily from the jaws of defeat, no matter how soon, IT'S – JUST – TOO – IRRITATING!"

He plunged the blade into the ground. The energy spread everywhere, causing the ground to crumble. Phineas tried to back away, but he was too late. He screamed as he fell into the abyss below.

He opened his eyes. He found himself in some kind of facility. With him was his brother.

"Ferb?"

They were holding between them some kind of cube, with different symbols on each side. The president was in front of them, held up his hand as he charged an electric attack.

"It'll be hard to miss you from this distance."

He fired the ball. It engulfed them.

"Phineas!"

He opened his eyes again. His sister broke his concentration.

"Focus! We need you and Ferb to build something to get us away!"

Phineas looked around It looked like District 1, only brighter and less in ruins. Surrounding him was his family, and a couple of the tributes, those from district 4, Mabel and Dipper, district 10, and a couple of people he didn't recognise, a dinosaur lady and an orange furred person who looked like they might come from district 7. Everyone looked less tattered, and less violent.

"Hurry up before it reaches here!"

"Where what reaches?" Phineas asked.

"Phineas, are you ok? Oh no, it's too late, it's here!"

"What's here?"

Phineas turned around. A great wave of darkness was engulfing the district, shadowy tentacles wrapping themselves around buildings. Soon the darkness engulfed them too.

Phineas now found himself in a dead area. Tributes laid about everywhere. He noticed someone he recognised.

"Ferb!"

He ran to his brother, holding him up.

"Ferb, speak to me!"

"Phineas, you did this."

He closed his eyes.

"What, what are you talking about?"

He looked up. It was the Capital. Phineas found himself in space, wearing some kind of suit. Duck Troopers, nightmares and horrors were flying from the fortress. A plank extended itself. Phineas could hear the pattering of large feet. Out came a figure. It was the president. He was looking at him. His black eyes expanded, and Phineas was being sucked into those black holes.

He now found himself in a wreckage, standing on top of Ferb. A portal opened, and out came the president yet again. He was wearing some kind of jewelled gauntlet. Every step he took thundered. He looked in their direction.

"Phineas and Ferb."

Phineas was taken aback.

"You know who we are?"

"Of course I do, Phineas. Like me, you know what it is to be burdened with knowledge."

He turned into lightning, engulfing Phineas and Ferb. Phineas tried to withstand, but the power was too strong. He heard laughter. The lightning formed in the face of the president.

"Give it up, Phineas!" He cackled, "You can't defeat a –"

"Hey!"

Phineas' eyes snapped open. Sitting up straight, he saw Mabel kneeling in front of him.

P.S. I do not own 'Randy cunningham: 9th grade ninja' or anything related either.