Chapter One
"We are back!" I said as the camerapanned back to us. I finally convinced Katniss that we weren't in an arena and that she wouldn't get hurt. Hehe….I can't promise the second one….
"Hey people, it's me! Finnick! Yeah, I know that you're glad to see me!" Finnick smiled pushing me out of the way to get in front of the camera.
"Wait a second, why are they zombies and not us?" Clove hissed pointing to Rue who was trying to eat Annie alive.
"Ahh! Get away!" screamed Annie jumping on a table and screaming again. I dashed back to my precious radio booth and picked up the microphone again.
"Shut the hell up people!" I announced. Dead silence follows. Then the phone rang.
"Hello, Hunger Games Truth Or Dare Hotline, this is DJ Lizzy speaking," I said.
"This is .Cookie. I have two dares. For Peeta, he has to propose to Haymitch and Glimmer has to switch clothes with Haymitch."
"Thank you!" an evil grin crosses my face as I put the phone down.
"Oh Peeta!" I called innocently.
"What?" Peeta asked.
"You're gonna go propose to our dear friend Haymitch, okay?" I grinned. I passed him a ring I had stored in my back pocket.
"Haymitch! Get over here!" I yelled loudly again.
"Go work your magic words, Peeta Bread," I snickered.
"Haymitch, will you marry me?" Peeta said after getting down on his right knee.
"Uh..uh..ye—no…" Haymitch said in his drunk dazed fit as he walked away with the ring on his hand.
"Haymitch, where are your extra clothes?" I asked thinking of Glimmer's dare.
"Closet," he mumbled. I removed the disgusting work clothes from the dark, dank closet and called Glimmer over.
"Wait what just happened?" Katniss whispered in shock, "No! No! Stop! I thought you loved me!" she screamed as she ran to cry in the corner. Uh...this is awkward…
"Like, what, like, do I, like, have to, like, do?" Glimmer beamed stupidly.
"You're going to wear Haymitch's clothes. Okay, darling?" I grinned.
"Aww…Hell no! I don't, like, wanna!" she whined, professional bitch style.
"I would say that you could always do the punishment, except there is no punishment. You're wearing Haymitch's crap clothes whether you like it or not," I decided as I shoved her back to the closet. The phone rang again.
"Hey! This is DJ Lizzy F on the Hunger Games Truth or Dare Hotline!"
"Hiya! This is Tybee10 and I have a lot of dares and truths for you guys!
To Cato
Truth: how do you feel when you are paired with clove or katniss in stories? Do you love clove? How were you able to kill thresh?
Dare: where a sparkly pink dress while running around the room screaming I'm a pretty princess!
To Gale and Peeta
Truth: Peeta you are named after bread and work in a bakery. Gale you have a girly name although you are manly so it cancels out. Are either of you embaraased by your names? If you could have a different name what would it be?
Dare: pretend that you two are at a modeling shoot while one is taking pictures and the other one is the model and then switch.
To Annie
Truth: do you really like the song Friday by Rebecca black?
To katniss
Dare: act like a dumb superficial airhead (kinda like glimmer) like you are in a panem's next top model fan fic.
To haymitch
Truth: do you love Maysille?
Dare: lick effie's elbow when she is not paying attention I want to see how she reacts
To Cinnia
Truth: how do you feel about stories where you and Portia are a couple?" I hung the phone.
"Okay, so Cato, you're up first," I said.
"Fine," he hissed before mumbling some curse words.
"How do you feel when you're paired with Clove and Katniss in FanFiction stories?"
"Uh…Katniss is disgusting. Clove's okay, I guess…"
"Do you love Clove and how did you kill Thresh?"
"Both the answers to those questions are for me to know and you people to never find out." A wicked smile crossed his face and Clove dashed out of nowhere to give him a bitch slap.
"You told me you loved me!" Clove cried out.
"Uh…Clove…the cameras…" Cato choked out quietly.
"Anyway….go get your pretty princess dress on and start screaming that you're a pretty princess. Once again, there is absolutely no punishment so you have to do it!" I said interrupting the awkward love/hate session.
"You know what! This reviewer is going to die!" Cato growled angrily as he went to change into his dress.
"Peeta, Gale, your turn," I said as I saw the two boys fighting again.
"She's mine!" yelled Peeta.
"Come on you two," I yelled. Oh my god. These people are impossible! I yanked an Advil out of my pocket and downed quickly.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Yeah," Gale moaned.
"Peeta you are named after bread and work in a bakery. Gale you have a girly name although you are manly so it cancels out. Are either of you embarrassed by your names? If you could have a different name what would it be?" I recited.
"Um…I'm named Peeta…I eat Pita bread and everytime a teenager's mom says 'Look Pita Br—' their daughter screams 'where' I'm find with it. If I could change it…uh…one second..." Peeta dashed to his computer and from what I saw he was watching a RayWilliamJohnson video on Youtube. Corgi puppies ran across the screen and the narration of "Fatty, Slutty, A Pup Named Slick Back, that's Rere, Herpe, and Jesus," happened. Ah, the things youtubers do for us.
"Uh…I would be…Rere…?" Peeta said with a confused tone. Did he seriously just say he wanted to be called Rere (A/N: Rere apparently means retard according to urban dictionary.) Personally, I would have chosen Jesus.
"Gale?" I said hoping something normal would come from him.
"Uh…my name's cool…I don't really care what I would be named…" Gale trails off.
"Oh, BTW, you guys have to dress as a model and photographer. I picked up a camera and gave it to them. Work it boys!" I grinned. Where's Annie? As if she heard me, the District Four Victor appeared beside me.
"Hi," she smiled softly.
"Perfect. Annie, our lovely viewers/reviewers have a question for you…"
"What?"
"Do you like…this song?" I asked as I went back to my booth. I rummaged through the CD's and found the dreaded CD. I put it in the player and the familiar, terrible sound surrounded us.
"It's Friday! Friday! Gotta get down on Friday! Everybody's looking forward to the weekend, weekend! Friday, Friday, getting down on Friday!" I banged my head against the control board and heard the people outside screaming in pain. I heard three voices ringing out among the rest of the screams. Three voices singing along. I opened the door and left the booth. Annie, Glimmer, and…Cato were singing.
"Aha! So you do like it!" I screamed over the music.
"Yeah…" Annie said bowing her head shamefully. I turned off the horrible song and went to find Katniss who was in the corner crying.
"Katniss. I have a dare for you," I whispered.
"What?"
"You have to act like a stupid, artificial airhead."
"You mean like Glimmer?"
"Yep."
"Like, okay!" I grinned inwardly and watched Katniss prance around stupidly.
"Haymitch is our second to last victim of the day," I said to the camera.
I went to the corner where Katniss was crying and found Haymitch drinking.
"Haymitch, you have a truth and a dare," I said.
"Just do it here," he moaned.
"That's what she said?" I whispered under my breath.
"Okay, your truth is….do you love Maysille?" I asked.
"Um…no."
"Okay, now go lick Effie's elbow." I giggled as I saw Haymitch stalk over towards the unsuspecting Effie. Quickly, he licked her elbow and dashed away.
"What the heck! Ew! I have saliva on me! EW!" Effie screamed as she ran to the corner.
"Best. Day. Ever," I mumbled. I racked my brain to remember the last dare. Oh yeah! Cinna has a truth. It didn't take me long to find him.
"Cinna, you have a truth from Tybee10."
"What is it?"
"How do you feel when you're coupled with Portia in stories?"
"I guess I'm cool with it." I turned towards the camera after he answered.
"And that's the extremely boring finale to this week's episode of Hunger Games Truth Or Dare! Keep daring and truthing our 'tributes' and we'll see you next week!" I hit the outro music and started fist pumping as the cameras turned off.
A/N: I changed the name because I realized this is actually the only Hunger Games Truth Or Dare story…I think. Hope you liked it!