Gamemaker
Scarlett POV
For once in my life I have honestly no idea what is going on around here. Every ounce of logic, of rationality, of reason has been thrown out the window into the abyss. Chris is dead, Chef is insane, and the Games have been destroyed for no apparent reason. The least I can do is get the rest of these idiots out of here before it's too late.
The three interlopers, referring to themselves as Matthew, Lauren, and Jairo are escorted inside. I smile grimly as they tremor nervously.
"Who and what are you?" I ask. "You obviously do not come from here, so what is the deal?"
"Okay, I hate to say it, but you're in a fanfic," the Hispanic one says. "We come from a different one. It appears as though the portal out of here is located near the Cornucopia, so if you just allow us to use it then we can be out of your hair forever."
"Uh, Jairo..." the one called Lauren tugs at his sleeve. "Are you sure–"
"It's fine. But Scarlett here obviously won't believe me, so just...leave the backup plan for later, okay?"
The third one, Matthew, twitches around, continually moving in a constant manner. He seems incredibly anxious.
Jairo turns to me. "So. Let's hear it. How we're all insane and how we're going to be executed. Come on. Out with it."
I shrug. "Go ahead and use the portal."
Everyone stares. Matthew speaks up. "You mean...you believe us?"
I nod. "Go ahead and use the portal."
On the off chance that they really are raving lunatics, if they don't make it out alive, then we can easily murder them. It's no big deal, although how easily we can explain this to the general public is up for debate.
"Get them a hovercraft!" I bark, and the guards run off.
Lauren moves closer to me. "Are you sure?"
I shrug. "I'm sure. Nothing to it. Just get out of my sight. Now."
I hold up a gun and point it at them, just to freak them out. "NOW!"
They scatter, and run away. I chuckle to myself. It's nice to have a little stress relief now and then.
I turn around to see a blond teenager in strange clothes standing behind me with a scowl on his face.
"Why is it that I always get here A SECOND TOO LATE!" he bellows, gesturing madly with his hands.
"Where the hell did YOU come from and why are you here?" I ask.
"SOMEONE is messing with me, and I think I know who it motherfucking is," he growls. He turns to me. "You. Why didn't you keep them here?"
I back up a bit. "It wasn't my problem. It's that simple."
"You detained my agent...using nothing but manipulable, useless mooks?" he asks. "No. I sincerely doubt it. But I apologize. You won't even remember any of this anyway."
Sam moved through the facility calmly. A guard strode over to detain him however immediately forgot his purpose and joined him in his pursuit of the OCs. Another walked up and immediately turned around. The guards started running after the fleeing OCs, and Sam smirked as gunfire was heard. Nobody could escape every single guard in the facility–and oh shit they were already on the hovercraft and already heading to the portal.
Today was not his–my day. God. What's the problem here?
They've left. I can feel that now. Might as well not even bother talking in the third person anymore. I am already here, aren't I? I snap my fingers and the air ripples. The least I can do is fix up this shitfest of a fic. Starting with the chapter with...uh, *spoiler*'s death. Authorial powers are interesting. The ability to create a "cosmic retcon" is one of them. As far as the audience is concerned, the chapters currently in the FDTD fic were as serious as ever. None of this OC shitass mindfuckery never happened.
Which is of course a good thing.
Chris McLean walks by, celebrating the recently concluded Hunger Games, not even noticing me. He grins and high-fives a few people. The timeline has been fixed. Thank God.
Morpheus Chef walks up to me. "I'm sorry, sir. I failed."
"It wasn't your fault," I yawn. "They have LEL on their side. For now. He's obscuring things as always. It won't be too long before he turns on them too and tries to bring the whole authorverse down."
"How do we prevent that from happening?" he asks.
"ScrowmegMeha should be taking care of some of the other OCs as we speak," I say hesitantly. "But it wouldn't really surprise me if they managed to worm their way out of death again."
My agent sighs. "Shouldn't you just talk to him? Try to get him to listen to reason?"
"He's a troll, all of this is funny to him. That's the way he rolls."
I smile as I see the victor of the Games finally wake up from surgery, through my authorial vision. Good. Things are back on track here.
I guess that means I don't need to hang around here anymore.
I smile, snap my fingers, and I'm gone.
Midnight, James, and Aurora wandered the streets of No Quarter. The investigative team had concluded that they were raving lunatics and had attempted to lock them up, but fortunatley Aurora killed them all and they thus managed to escape.
"Was that really necessary?" James asked her.
"Yes," she replied. "What, you think it wasn't?"
"No, I don't think it was," James said indignantly. "Midnight, you rational right now?"
"Maybe maybe not kinda sorta," said Midnight.
"We need to find the portal out of here," James said. "And that means no going around murdering people for no reason, and no going around being all oblivious to everything! ARE WE CLEAR?"
"Bluh," Midnight articulated.
"You guys lost?" a voice called, and the legendary Pencil God, Mal himself leapt down. "I could probably help you out a bit."
"Uh, aren't you Mal?" James asked rhetorically. "No. We're fine. Thank you. Right, Aurora?"
Aurora was drooling. "So...hot..."
James facepalmed. "What about you, Midnight?"
"Well I think he seems alright, don't you?" Midnight said, facing the wrong way with his back to Mal. "I think he seems like a jolly good fellow."
"You guys are OCs, aren't you," Mal says, and James's stomach dropped.
"How do you...know that?"
"I know a lot of things. I also know where the portal is."
James scratched his arm nervously. "Okay. Why should we trust you?"
"You're outlaws, I'm an outlaw..." he notes. "I have the ability to see past the Fourth Wall, you know. I don't know why but I can do so as long as it's funny. I can't do anything to rebel against Sam. Directly, at least."
"Is it funny right now?" James asked.
Mal snapped his fingers and a laugh track played.
"Okay, whatever," James said. "Anyway–"
HAHAHAHAHAHA. Mal grinned as the laugh track interrupted James.
"Can you–"
HAHAHAHAHA!
"Could you please–"
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
"Turn that stupid laugh track–"
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Mal grinned trollishly.
"STOP THAT STUPID LAUGH TRACK RIGHT–"
Mal turned the volume all the way up and drowned him out with the sound of tinny, canned laughter that grated the eardrums of everyone there.
Midnight turned around and stabbed Mal in the gut.
"THAT'S IT, WHERE'S THE PORTAL? I DARE YOU, I DOUBLE DARE YOU MOTHERFUCKER, WHERE IS THE MOTHERFUCKING PORTAL?"
Mal whimpers as blood trickles down his shirt. "The...fountain..."
Midnight smiled cordially. "Thank you."
Mal's neck snapped.
James and Aurora just stood there for a moment.
Then Aurora took a huge intake of air. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YOU KILLED THE HOTTIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!"
"Oh God, not another Leslie," James groaned. "And nice job, Midnight."
"Thank you!" Midnight chirped.
The fight between the cast had gradually dwindled the cast down to about thirteen, left. Namely, Scott, Scarlett, Alejandro, Heather, Sugar, Topher, Samey (who had snapped and murdered Amy), Zoey, Trent, Brick, Noah, Sky...and Sadie for some reason.
The twelve stood around the room in a faceoff. The thirteenth, AKA Noah, was still reading behind his chair. Meanwhile, Michael and Belinda were whimpering next to him.
"So what now?" Scott asked. "I mean, this was bound to happen and all but what now?"
"We FIGHT! DUH!" Sugar snarled. "I JUST MURDERED ELLA I'M FEELING TOO GOOD TO DO ANYTHING ELSE!"
"Seriously!" Sky yelled. "Everyone just needs to CALM DOWN!"
"KAAAAAATTTTTIIIIIEEEE!" Sadie sobbed.
"Is my hair damaged?" Topher asked.
"Anyone else want a piece of me?" Samey growled.
"YOU ALL NEED TO DIE! AHAHAHAHAHA!" was Scarlett's contribution to the discussion.
"I actually agree with that," said Heather.
"I'M THE NINTH TO TALK!" said Trent.
"You all are insane!" Brick said. "Listen to reason!"
"NO!" Zoey yelled.
"Ladies, gentlemen," Alejandro smooth-talked. "Let us not be like this. Just calm down now."
"This ALL STARTED," Scott yelled, and pointed an accusatory finger at Michael and Belinda. "When THEY CAME ALONG!"
"Oh yeah?" Belinda grinned. "BRING IT ON!"
"Belinda, no," Michael said, bringing her down. "Don't antagonize them."
"YEAH!" Sugar said, and charged them, flipping the table and nearly crushing them.
Noah didn't even move.
Sugar picked up the table by its end and slammed it into Michael, but was quickly slammed in the face by Belinda, who promptly took the jewel-encrusted knife in Sugar's pocket and slit her throat.
Michael staggered to his feet before ducking away from one of Trent's lunges before chopping him in the neck and breaking his back.
He turned to see Alejandro ready to kill him, and he screamed as the Hispanic prepared to end his life.
Janet slammed right into him, sending him crashing into a wall, where he lay in a daze.
Scott fought in hand to hand combat with Janet while Leanne calmly picked out the weakest remaining player, namely Sadie, and easily took her out.
Belinda fought Sky, who fought reluctantly but with force, before Sky was mowed over from behind by Michael, who grinned almost psychopathically.
Heather and Samey tried to jump Janet at the same time but ended up stabbing each other. Janet just looked confused at this.
Scarlett stabbed Brick in the back, sending his body splayed across the floor. In fact, Scarlett wasn't even trying to kill them, she was continuing to just kill the other canon TD contestants. Her next victim was Topher and then Zoey, before she was jumped by Leanne and Belinda, who ended her quickly.
A tumbleweed could have probably blown through the room. The only ones remaining were Scott and Alejandro, who narrowed their eyes at each other, and Scott, Alejandro, Leanne, Michael, Belinda, and Janet stood.
Noah was still reading his book.
Scott let out a yell as he drew back a fist to punch Janet, but cried out in pain as Belinda stamped on his foot before punching him in the face, knocking him out. Alejandro took advantage of the distraction and stabbed Michael in the gut, but it was in vain. Janet chopped him in the throat and promptly killed him.
The OCs had taken a dark turn.
Michael calmly loomed over Scott. Look at him looming, all...looming and loomy.
And quickly ended his life.
It was silent in the room as they observed the carnage and mass murder they had caused.
Finally, Noah spoke up.
"Great team effort everyone."
Leslie, Peter, and Da Zeke screamed as they flew through the door from the What Would Max (and Scarlett) Do? session. They lay in a heap, groaning.
"Oh, hey guys!" a voice said, and they looked up to see Matthew, Jairo, and Lauren in the lobby as well.
"Yo, what's up my homies?" Da Zeke asked, only to be shoved aside by Leslie.
"Oh my God oh my God OH MY GOD!" Leslie squealed. "JAIRER IS REUNITED!"
It was quiet for a moment before Peter and Jairo gave each other an eye roll glance, realizing that "Jairer" was now their official ship name. How...is that even pronounced anyway?
Matthew applauded, but promptly tripped again.
"Guys, there's a problem," Peter said. "Apparently, ScrowmegMeha, the guy who sprung some of us from Chef's control in the afterlife, is now working with Sam. He kicked us out."
"We just got left behind in that Hunger Games fic," Jairo said.
"Hello?" Lauren asked.
"I see," Peter replied. "Alright then, but we should be wary, I think he said he was going to be here soon...to murder us."
"That doesn't matter!" Leslie chirped. "YOU'RE JUST BACK TOGETHER NOW, SO EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY FOREVER!"
"YEAH!" Da Zeke cheered.
A battle cry, and ScrowmegMeha promptly arrived in the middle of the tear-jerking reunion, blasting the OCs back with force.
"Sorry about this," the agent said sadly.
The six OCs prepared themselves for the confrontation, balling their fists and readying their stances. This would be a true test of their skills, of their patience. They had never engaged an agent on their own before, and they knew that the chances were bleak. But they would persevere. They would fight fate and everyone who would try to exterminate them. They were READY for the epic battle that was undoubtedly about to happen! And they were fully prepared to DIE FIGHTING FOR WHAT THEY BELIEVED IN.
FOR GLORY. FOR HONOR. FOR–
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Oh for fuck's sake.
LEL crashed through the wall of the lobby, bringing the confrontation to a halt. Leslie screamed and promptly grabbed hold of Da Zeke, before the raccoon still on his head hissed at her and swiped her off. Peter and Jairo ducked while Matthew wasn't so lucky, and was slammed full force by LEL, knocking him out. Lauren just stood there next to LEL, who promptly ignored her and tackled ScrowmegMeha.
Cat noises were involved for some reason as LEL and ScrowmegMeha fought, and it was all the OCs could do to just stand there and watch as the two rolled around, scratching and kicking, until one of the doors in the lobby that had been boarded off, labeled BEYOND THE FOURTH WALL. The two rolled through, the door closed, and locked.
It was quiet for at least twenty seconds.
Then Peter spoke up.
"If that door says 'Beyond the Fourth Wall' then why didn't we just go through there in the first place?"
"Because it's not the real world," Jairo explained. "It's another fic. A completed one, I believe. LEL has bought us some time. Come on."
"We need to find the others."