A/N: This is set as though there was no war, a few years after Tris' initiation. She and Tobias are still together.

For those who dont know, Candor Dauntless is truth or dare with a twist - if you do not fulfill the dare or answer the truth you must strip an item of clothing that is not a sock, shoe or accessory.

Tris PoV

"Tris, Candor or Dauntless?"

I ponder my decision for a few seconds. I am getting a little over heated under the many layers of clothing I am wearing because we're playing Candor or Dauntless and I don't want to be in my underwear in front of all my friends.

"Dauntless," I decide, not wanting to be called a Pansycake.

"I dare you to..." Zeke begins, "I dare you to call any Erudite phone number and tell them you've lost your voice and are wondering if they've seen it anywhere."

"Sure, why not," I pick up my phone and dial an Erudite phone number - all Erudite members' phone numbers begin with '722'.

The phone rings for about a minute and just as I think it must be about to ring out the Erudite picks up.

"Hello?" says the Erudite. Funny, he sounds familiar.

I put it on speaker so everyone can hear.

"Hello?" the Nose repeats, "This is Caleb Prior of Erudite speaking. Who is this?"

My mouth opens slightly in shock - out of all the Erudite in the city it had to be my brother. Quicky, I regain my composure. If I don't answer quickly Caleb will hang up and the dare will be ruined.

I clear my throat and say as formally as I can, "Yes, hello. I appear to have lost my voice and I was just wondering of you have seen it anywhere?"

"Excuse me?" says Caleb.

I clear my throat again, trying to sound as dignified as possible, even though I am almost crying with mirth.

"I mean, I was just wondering if you've seen it. My voice, I mean. It's rather important, you see, for all sorts of vocal functions like talking. Singing. Yelling at people who—"

"Beatrice?" Caleb interrupts, his voice laced with confusion, probably wondering how he ended up with this absurd call.

"Yes," I reply with unnecessary solemnity, then continue, "Caleb Prior, I am in dire need of your assistance. Without my voice, I am nothing more than a mute, wandering in the wilderness of silence."

The room around me bursts into laughter, and I can hear Zeke snicker in the background.

"Beatrice, this is seriously you?" Caleb says, sounding exasperated, "The first communication I have had with you since initiation and you are asking if I have seen your voice?"

I nod like he can see me through the phone, even though he can't. "Yes, yes, I'm afraid so. If you could just look around, perhaps check under the couch cushions or in your coat pockets? It could have gotten lost in there. You never know."

I'm about to add something else ridiculous when I hear Caleb sigh heavily on the other end. "You're calling me about your voice? Are you—are you seriously doing this right now?"

I pause, putting my hand over the receiver as I whisper to the group, "Should I pretend I'm crying? That might push him over the edge."

Zeke gives me a thumbs-up. "Absolutely. Make him regret every moment of being born."

I take a deep breath and sniff loudly into the phone. "Caleb, I—I'm really scared. What if I never find it? What if I—what if I have to live my life forever without a voice?"

There's a moment of silence, and then Caleb mutters, "Beatrice, I swear, I will find you and personally confiscate your phone if you don't stop."

I giggle a little, making sure to stifle it, but not quite enough. "Please, Caleb. Just check your pockets," then, trying to sound excited, I say, "Is there a lost and found at Erudite headquarters? Maybe you can drop it off there!"

Caleb's patience is running thin. "Beatrice, I need to go now. I, err, need to, umm, help out with a, err, science experiment!

Before he can, I let out one last, desperate cry into the phone. "Please, Caleb, just think of the children. Think of how many future students might one day need my voice for… for learning."

He doesn't respond. I wait. Wait some more. Then finally, the click of him hanging up.

I slowly lower the phone and let out a dramatic sigh of defeat.

Zeke slaps me on the back, almost knocking me over. "That was absolutely beautiful," he sighs, "You've truly outdone yourself."

I grin, proud of the chaos I've caused. "Thank you. I aim to please."

Sitting down next to Tobias again, I give him a quick but passionate kiss and look round the room, wondering who to pick as my victim. Uriah, Zeke, Tobias, Christina, Will, Marlene, Lynn or Shauna.

"Christina, Candor or Dauntless?"

"I left Candor for a reason!"

"Okay then, I dare you to start a protest in the middle of the pit. You have to chant, 'Free the Sandwiches!' and tell people you're fighting for sandwich equality."

Christina looks horrified. "You want me to start a protest… for sandwiches?"

"Yep," I say smugly. "But you've gotta sound passionate. Like you're literally ready to start a revolution over this. No more oppression of the sandwich community. You've got to go stand in the street and chant, make it real. Get people involved. We need a movement. Tell them it's about time sandwiches get the respect they deserve. It's a rebellion, Christina. You've got to sell it."

Her face scrunches in disbelief, but there's a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Fine, but if this gets weird, it's your fault."

I hand her a marker and a piece of cardboard, and she starts scribbling on it. I hold it for her as she writes, "FREE THE SANDWICHES!" in big, bold letters.

She stands up, looks around like she's about to dive into the depths of some absurd mission, and then marches straight out the door.

I follow her to the street, eyes wide with anticipation.

Christina takes the center of the sidewalk, holding the sign high, and starts chanting in this awkwardly determined voice. "FREE THE SANDWICHES! FREE THE SANDWICHES!"

At first, only a few people stop, staring at her with confusion. Some exchange glances, like they've stumbled into a flash mob and don't know how to escape.

A man in a suit, clearly late for something, looks at her like she's lost her mind. "Uh, what's going on here?

Christina doesn't miss a beat. She's in full activist mode now. "We're fighting for the liberation of all sandwiches! They've been oppressed, trapped in plastic lunch boxes for too long! It's time they get the respect they deserve!"

I can't help but snort. It's ridiculous, but also kind of brilliant.

A woman pushing a stroller walks by and raises an eyebrow. "What's happening?" she asks, genuinely concerned.

"SANDWICHES HAVE RIGHTS TOO!" Christina yells, her voice rising with passion. "MAYO IS NOT A CRIME! We won't stand for these unjust condiment ratios anymore!"

I'm biting my lip so hard I think I might draw blood. People are actually listening to her, and she's somehow pulling it off.

"NO MORE SANDWICH SEGREGATION!" Christina shouts, throwing her arms in the air. "We must unite for the rights of all sandwiches, from the humble BLT to the forgotten egg salad! EVERY SANDWICH MATTERS!"

That's when the first old man, carrying a cane, joins the fray, as if this is the protest he's been waiting for his entire life. "SHE'S RIGHT!" he shouts. "They've been oppressed long enough!"

Christina turns to him like he's the chosen one, nodding seriously. "Exactly! We will no longer accept subpar sandwiches!"

The crowd is starting to grow, and I can't believe this is happening. A group of teenagers shows up, holding signs that read "SANDWICHES ARE LOVE" and "#FREETHE SANDWICHES," and they start chanting with Christina.

"FREE THE SANDWICHES! FREE THE SANDWICHES!" they yell, and it's like they've just discovered their new life mission.

Nearby, a street musician who'd been strumming a guitar suddenly jumps up and joins the madness, strumming wildly and singing, "Let's free the sandwiches, oh-oh-oh, give them the freedom, they deserve to grow!" He's off-key, but somehow it works.

Zeke, who's been watching from the sidelines, is laughing so hard he's doubled over, clutching his stomach.

A cyclist rolls by, stops, and asks, "Is this a real protest?"

Christina doesn't skip a beat. "We're fighting for sandwich freedom. So, obviously."

And that's when things really start to spiral out of control.

A woman with a sausage dog suddenly joins the crowd, holding a sign that says, "I'M ALL FOR SANDWICHES BUT WHERE'S THE MEAT?" Another person in a hoodie starts handing out flyers, talking about "sandwich liberation" like it's an actual political cause.

Before I know it, we're surrounded by at least thirty random people, all chanting in unison. "SANDWICHES CAN BE FREE!" they shout, like we're about to topple some government regime over rye bread and turkey slices.

A car pulls up, and the driver rolls down the window, completely bewildered. "Hey, what are you people protesting for?" they shout.

"SANDWICH FREEDOM!" Christina screams, waving her sign like a maniac. "NO MORE LUNCHABLE OPPRESSION!"

That's when it all goes too far.

A police officer rolls up, stepping out of his squad car, looking around at the chaos. "Alright, what's going on here?" he calls, his tone serious. "This is a public nuisance. Move along, or I'll start writing citations."

But before anyone can respond, a hot dog vendor pulls up in his cart, shouting, "You can't forget the hot dogs! We need equality for them too!"

And that is when everything truly descends into madness.

The crowd splits in half. Some are chanting for sandwiches, others are screaming that hot dogs deserve a voice. People start throwing insults at each other—hot dog enthusiasts vs. sandwich defenders—and it's a full-blown food fight, only verbal for now.

"Oh no," I mutter under my breath. "This is getting out of hand."

In the middle of the shouting match, a pickle jar suddenly flies through the air, shattering on the sidewalk. "No more pickles in my sandwiches!" someone yells, and it's like the floodgates have opened. People are now arguing about which toppings belong on sandwiches and which are too controversial.

I realize I'm trapped in the middle of a food riot.

My heart starts racing as I try to back away, inching out of the mob. "Okay, I'm out," I whisper to myself, knowing I'm about to bail on this insanity.

I grab Christina by the sleave who drops her sign and we both take off back towards the party, and then I practically burst through the door, gasping for air.

The group is already staring at me, waiting for some kind of explanation.

"Well?" Tobias asks, grinning. "How did it go?"

I'm still catching my breath, my eyes wide. "It's… it's going," I say, wiping sweat off my forehead. I pause for a second, looking around at everyone, deadpan. "We may have just caused a citywide food fight."

Marlene bursts into laughter, clutching her stomach. "So, what happened? Where you almost killed?"

I look at her, face blank. "Worse. We started a sandwich movement."

*PAGE BREAK*

"Candor or Dauntless, Shauna?" asks Christina once we have all calmed down and confirmed that the 'Sandwich Movement' had been safely stopped before things got out of hand.

"Candor" says Shauna after a couple of seconds pause.

"PANSYCAKE!!!" Yells Uriah at the top of his lungs.

"Shut up, bro!" says Zeke and gestures for Christina to continue.

"What is your most embarrassing childhood memory?"

"So, when I was like 8, I was convinced that if I just found the right spot, I could uncover buried wetreasure in my neighbor's backyard. You know, like pirate stuff—gold coins, silver, whatever. Anyway, I borrowed my cousin's metal detector, thinking I was basically one step away from becoming the next Indiana Jones. So I went out there, scanning the ground, listening for that perfect beep. When I finally heard it, I went full-on excavation mode, digging like I was going to find a treasure chest under their rose bush."

I stifle a laugh. The mental image is too much—Shauna, determined as ever, out there thinking she's about to become a treasure hunter. But then Marlene, who's been quietly watching, speaks up with the perfect timing.

"Wait, you dug up the rose bush?" Marlene raises an eyebrow. "What kind of treasure chest were you expecting, exactly? A pirate's loot buried next to grandma's flowers?"

Shauna grins sheepishly, clearly unbothered by the teasing. "At first I only found old bits of metal and spoons and rusty cans. Then I found something bigger and started digging turns out, what I actually dug up was the whole sprinkler system. I was so excited when I found it—I thought I had hit the jackpot—but then it turned into an actual disaster. I was sitting there, all proud, when I accidentally broke one of the pipes. Suddenly, water started gushing out, flooding the entire yard. My neighbor came out, and instead of being impressed by my 'discovery,' she was just looking at me like, 'What on Earth did you just do?'"

Uriah can't hold it in anymore. His shoulders shake with laughter, and he falls into a fit of giggles. "You flooded the yard? Oh my God! I can't breathe," he says, barely managing to get the words out.

Zeke's not far behind. "That's like, the worst kind of treasure hunt ever. Imagine thinking you found pirate gold, and then getting sprayed in the face by a broken sprinkler." He's practically crying from laughing. "Top-tier disappointment, right there."

Christina's shaking her head, holding her stomach as she tries to compose herself. "You were that type of kid? Digging up your neighbor's backyard thinking you were about to discover a chest of diamonds? And then you flooded the entire place? Oh, Shauna, this is a goldmine."

Marlene, still trying to get the image out of her head, snorts. "And you borrowed the metal detector without asking? That's just adding fuel to the fire."

Will, who's been oddly quiet through this whole thing, suddenly bursts out, "Did you at least make up a really good story for your cousin when you gave it back? I mean, 'I broke your metal detector because I found nothing but pipes and ruined someone's yard' doesn't exactly sound like the best excuse."

Shauna shrugs nonchalantly, clearly unbothered by the flood of jokes at her expense. "Honestly? I don't even remember what I told him. Something like, 'I'm a treasure hunter in the making' or whatever. It was a whole thing." She looks around, grinning. "And I learned a valuable lesson: Never borrow anything unless you really know what you're doing with it."

I can't help but laugh along with everyone. "I'm just imagining you sitting there, proud of yourself, watching the water flood the yard. You were sure you were about to become rich and famous, and then—" I cut myself off, shaking my head.

Shauna's trying to hold back a smile now, clearly enjoying the teasing. "Well, maybe next time I'll leave treasure hunting to the professionals." She winks. "And stick to something less risky, like coffee hunting."

Zeke's all too quick to join in. "Coffee's the only treasure that's always worth digging for."

I glance around at everyone laughing, the tension from the 'Sandwich Movement' long gone. For a moment, I forget about all the chaos, and it's just us—Shauna, fully owning her embarrassing childhood story, and the rest of us, laughing and teasing her until we can barely breathe. It's weirdly comforting, like everything's still normal, even in this place that can sometimes feel so far from home.

"Rich in shame," Uriah says, wiping his eyes. "That's what you got out of it. Honestly, Shauna, that's a treasure in its own right."

Shauna shrugs, a grin playing at the edges of her lips. "I was definitely rich in something. Just not treasure."

Everyone's still laughing, and I can't help but join in, knowing that for all the madness, these moments make me remember why I chose Dauntless. We are brave. We are free.

A/N: Hey, guys. Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it, I will update every couple days - unless if I get enough reviews, in which case I will update more often. If you have any specific requests feel free to ask. Please let me know how you found it.

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