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Hunger Games AU!!!
Part 1

The last night. Starting tomorrow morning, twenty-three kids will die. And one kid will lose their soul. I'm sure none of them could sleep right now. The soulless are too excited and the innocent are too anxious.
I can't tell which one I am. I had nothing but time tonight, so I thought about my options. I'll start from the beginning.

My name is Jean White. I am 16 years old. I live in District 7, and I've been selected for the Hunger Games. I was introduced to violence long before I was old enough to understand what Hunger Games was. While my family mourned and wept for my fate, I wasn't too worried. If I win, I'll have more opportunity to escape from my family. If I lose, I don't have to deal with my family. Either way, I still sort of benefit from this. Nevertheless, I pretended to care while in front of my family. Luckily the attention was diverted away from me. The female tribute was originally a 12-year-old girl, but an 18-year-old volunteered in her place. I don't even think they were related, so everyone should be talking about them. I didn't want the attention on me anyway. I walked with her to the train. Technically I'd have to spend the next few days with her anyway, so I thought I'd make my acquaintance. As we sat on the train together, I locked eyes with her and held out a hand.
"Jean."
She twitched a brow at me.
"I know your name. They announced it on the speakers like five minutes ago."
Well, fuck her, I guess. I dropped my gaze, only for her to chuckle and take my hand, shaking it lightly.
"Myst. You may not have heard mine, though."
I looked back up to see a smile on her face. Confused but compliant, I nodded back.
Once our mentors walked in, we discussed our plans. Tyler, our main mentor, was a previous victor, as are all mentors. He managed to rack up the most kills in the game, that being a whopping thirteen kills. He dominated the bloodbath in the beginning, but after that, he barely stopped. It was the shortest Hunger Games that I could remember. People usually avoid him.
Rose, our fashion mentor, came from the Capitol. She doesn't really care about the wellbeing of the tributes, she just wants us to get the audience to like us.
Myst seemed to be paying close attention to everything they're saying, though, so I guess I should listen as well.
"Unfortunately, you're both on the older side, so you can't really do anything cute. But people still love watching two besties work together, so when you're on camera, you should look like you two have been friends for years."
Rose spoke the most, but occasionally Tyler would pipe in.
"It would be best if you two actually got along, then you could sell it better."
"I'm not trying to sell myself."
Tyler tilted his head and eyed Myst.
"Actually, you are. The more applause and love you get from the audience, the more sponsors you get. You can use this to cheat your way to victory. Sponsors will send you gifts in-game. There's a lot of ways you can use the system to your advantage."
Preparing for the interview with Caesar Flickerman was a whole other story. While they cleaned me up, I could hear Myst in the other room objecting to everything they did. I wasn't a big fan of them shaving my scruff or trimming my hair, but Tyler's words stuck with me. I had to make a few sacrifices if I wanted to continue living. They put us in these brown-ish fitted suits and dresses, the dress being half opaque and showing this green stitching of leaves and a few flowers, and a lot of glitter. My suit was a muted brown, black button-up shirt and a dark green tie. Not sure who authorized that, but I got a lot of compliments on my way to the waiting room.
I watched on the screen whoever was in the interview at the moment. Caeser and the other tribute just sat down, so the interview had just begun.
"Now, Anubis, was it? That's an interesting name."
The kid, Anubis, grinned a toothy grin. "Yeah, it's actually pretty ancient, it's from a dormant religion, Anubis was the god of the dead." The crowd rose in whispers and awe. Anubis tilted his head towards Caesar. "But how about yours, Caesar? That's pretty old too, isn't it?"
Caesar smiled back and responded, "Good thing my wife loves the classics."
The two of them laughed with the audience as I rolled my eyes. That is until I saw something flash in Anubis's eyes. What was that? A hint of a facade? He's from District 3, which is still pretty close to the capitol. It may be the least luxurious of the careers, but it's at least part of the careers. Everyone from the lower districts is known to be supportive of the Hunger Games, especially considering they win a majority of the games. What sort of doubt did Anubis possess?
I wasn't able to pay attention to the rest of the interviews before mine. When Anubis walked by, he was already taking off his suit jacket and tie. The mentor following close behind. Both of them had a dirty look on their face, but the mentor seemed to be directing it at Anubis. I couldn't get his face out of my head.
Myst's interview was mostly about the fact that she volunteered, and if she knew the girl. Myst appeared to be way too prepared for this topic, so before answering a question she would inhale, pretend to brood for a second, look at the audience with a soft expression, and say something heartfelt.
"I couldn't stand to let such a sweet little girl like Celia go through all of that. She's only twelve!"
Everyone in the audience awed and clapped for Myst, labeling her as a hero. Well, that went well for her, I guess. Before I went on stage for the interview, Tyler stopped me.
"Remember: if being yourself won't make the audience happy, be someone else. Just for this moment. Once the game starts, go nuts."
I furrowed a brow at Tyler, starting to continue forward.
"The game's already started."
As I felt the lights on me, I forced a smile and waved at the audience that I couldn't even see. The lights blinded me too much, but I tried my best to ignore them. Caesar asked me about myself and my thoughts on the Capitol, and my plan for the Hunger Games. I came up with some answers that made Myst and I look like friends. The audience liked that.
Then we had to go to the training. Myst found her affinity for light swords, which no one expected, but she seemed to pick it up pretty well. She was light on her feet, too, so she managed. This did help me get a better scope of the other tributes. Tyler told me all the names too, and a general idea of their personalities from what little they revealed in the interviews.
District 1 had a colorful girl named Exila. She had blue and black hair, and during the interview, a dress to match. She came off as gentle and soft in the interview but holds a cold glare off camera. The boy was a red-haired kid named Lee Ace. He seemed pretty valorous, proud and ready for the fight; not surprising for 1.
District 2 had a small freckled girl named May. She cried when she was picked, which was weird for 2. Usually, people get excited, and people are always volunteering, but no one volunteered for her. The boy was tall with rusty orange hair and a hardened expression; His name was Roger. He volunteered for his brother. He didn't really have much to say in the interview-unless it was about his brother.
District 3, other than Anubis, had a girl named Macy.
District 4 had a little girl, maybe 14 years old, named Harmony, and an 18-year-old boy named Kaiholo. Turns out he's blind, so he might get a lot of pity sponsors. Who am I kidding, he'll die in the bloodbath.
District 5 had a sharp young man named Eddie and a distant girl named Kora.
District 6 had a boy named Wyatt and a girl named Rai
District 8 had a boy named Brandon and a girl named Kireina
District 9 had a boy named Jesse and a girl named Jesse
District 10 had a boy named Cyrus and a girl named Marina
District 11 had a boy named Yuki and a girl named Jaeden
District 12 had a boy named Jade and a girl named Astrid
"Now's not the time to practice the mysterious cool guy appeal that you like to pretend that you have." Tyler's words echoed in my mind as I gazed around the training room, "Make allies with fighters."
My eyes fell back onto Anubis. Unfortunately, he was already looking at me. Rather than look away, I took this opportunity to start walking towards him. He returned to the project he's working on as he passively watched me.
"What's that?" I pointed at what he's doing.
"A silencer. I heard they're not going to give us guns in the game, so I'm gonna make my own."
I nodded and leaned on the table. "So you're gonna shoot a bunch of kids?"
He paused, looked at me with a frown, and set the gun on the table. "You're one to talk. Your mentor is fucking crazy."
I shrugged. "He's not that bad once you get to know him."
Anubis chuckled. "Do you not remember? In his victorious interview, he said that he liked killing them."
I raised an eyebrow. How did he remember that? Is that even true? I shook my head slightly.
"Well, that's just what the games do to you, isn't it?"
"I don't know…" Anubis started. "I think he was like that before the games." Frustrated, I straighten up and cross my arms.
"You never answered my question."
"No, Mr. Can't Be Wrong, I'm not going to shoot a bunch of kids. Does that satisfy your "I'm Perfect Because I Talk to the Weird Kid" thirst?
Damn, no wonder he doesn't talk to anyone.
"You're not special for opposing the Hunger Games. No one likes it but they also still want to live."
"Who said I still want to live?"
"What?"
Anubis picked up the gun again, hopping up on the table to sit. "Have you ever wondered what would happen if a tribute died before the games started? Would they get another tribute? Would they cover it up? Say they died in the bloodbath? I'm sure it's happened before, but there's no known documentation of it."
He talked so fast, it took me a second to even process everything he had said.
"Documentation?"
"Yeah, there's no history books, and it's hard to get into the system, but they really avoid any mention that could indicate that there's actually something fundamentally wrong with the Hunger Games. Makes me wonder if there's another firewall to get past…" His eyes trailed off, indicating that so had his thoughts.
"Did you hack into their system?"
He looked at me, as if my question snapped him back into reality.
"I didn't hack them. I'm in district three." Anubis reached across the table and grabbed a water bottle. He then opened it, took a sip, hopped off the table, and looked at me. "There was no hacking necessary. I was already in."
As he walked away, I watched him, confused. What was he trying to suggest?
The solo training was weird. Occasionally you'd hear muffled yelling, grunts, and other sounds indicating people trying to show off their skill. I couldn't stop thinking about what Anubis had said. He wasn't sure what would happen if a tribute died before the games…
"Who said I still want to live?"
"What?"
In all honesty, I was half expecting Anubis to shoot himself during training. When he went in, his face hardened, and he had a dark look in his eyes.
But, within time, he walked out. Weirdly enough, he was holding back a smug grin.
Everyone was mad at me after regular training. I didn't really train much, I just talked to a few other tributes. I asked Eddie what kind of battlefield he'd prefer. He told me as much as I'm expecting him to say a powerplant or something, he doesn't want something that reminds him of where he lives. He'd rather something tropical, even if he can't thrive in it. I asked Kaiholo what he plans to do during the bloodbath. He said it didn't matter. At first, I felt pity for him, but then he added, "Nothing we plan will come to fruition. We have no control."
I like to think he's talking about the Gamemakers, but something tells me he wasn't even thinking about them. I hope he at least has a quick, painless death.
The door closed behind me as I looked awkwardly at the Gamemakers. What was I even supposed to do? I knew I could handle an ax since I was forced to chop tons of wood, but how am I supposed to use it in combat? I remembered watching the older guys, probably in their 20s, throwing axes at trees as some sort of game, but they never let me try it. Except for that time my brother, Kristopher, let me. He's just turned 19, so he has to do more serious lumber work, but he let me throw the ax on occasion.
Obviously I never hit the tree.
But what else did I have to show the Gamemakers?
I wandered to the weapons wall, seeing that the ax was still blissfully placed on the wall told me that no one had used it yet. I gripped it tight, pulling it off the rack. It was much lighter than the axes back at home, and the handle was rubber for an easier grip. I turned to the nearest target, that being about 10 feet away from me.
Obviously I didn't get the bull's eye, but I still managed to hit the target. I turned to the Gamemakers. A few of them nodded approvingly, leaning to each other to whisper.
The lead Gamemaker stood up and said. "Thank you, Jean. You may leave now."
I nodded and turned to the door.
"You should be asleep."
I blink my eyes, getting shot from the intense flashback into the present. I had found myself in the dining room of our living quarters, sitting at the table. I couldn't handle sitting in bed. Tyler interrupted my thoughts after about an hour of me being alone.
He reaches into the cabinet and pulls out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.
"I'm only sixteen," I mutter as he pours me a cup. Tyler scoffs and looks at me as if I have to be joking.
"Tell that to the president. You're also about to go be forced to kill a bunch of kids your age as well. There is no order to these laws. Drink."
I take the cup and nervously gulp down the entirety of what he poured. It stung going down, and it showed on my face as Tyler chuckles, taking a sip. I look at him, remembering what Anubis said.
"How did you do it?" I cough out, not realizing how much the whiskey affected me. He eyes me and shrugs.
"If you want the truth, I don't really remember much of it. I'd made a friend in the games, and I got too attached. The careers killed her. While she bled out, all I could hear was them laughing. They were laughing at my tears."
I listen closely, watching his expression darken as he pauses.
"So…you avenged her, right?"
He nods, suddenly not so talkative.
"Yeah, I guess. I remember turning and looking at them, but I actually don't remember anything after that. It's just black. The next thing I remember is right after the victory interview with Caesar."
He looks at me.
"Nevermind that. This is your last day of peace. I suggest you sleep as deeply as you can."

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

okAY WE GOT HUNGER GAMES PART 2

We said our goodbyes as we were escorted to the rooms before entering the arena. Myst and I were separated, but Tyler stopped by to say goodbye. He stood close as he looked me dead in the eye.
"Listen to me." He began, a new sort of seriousness in his voice, "I recognize that look in your eyes. I know you're much more capable than any of those kids out there. I think you have plenty of potential to win, all you need to do is close yourself off to any chance of friends. They all have to die if you want to win."
Confused, I nod anyway. As I turn to the platform, Tyler grabs my arm.
"Don't be afraid to listen to your gut. It's there for a reason."
I nod again before he releases me. I approach the platform, stepping into it as the glass seal separates Tyler and me. He gives me one last nod as the platform begins to rise.
I already knew the arena would be something cold from our heavy winter coats and boots, but that's all we could guess about the arena. Anything beyond that we'd have to discover ourselves during the games.
As everyone reaches the inside of the arena, I can see them all prepping to head in different directions. Some stood ready to run straight into the woods, others to the cornucopia. I locked eyes with Myst, from halfway across the field. She was motioning for something, but I couldn't understand what. The echoing boom of the timer started from ten seconds. I needed to start preparing my first plan of action; there are survival backpacks within reach if I started to the forest, but I could get a weapon and a backpack if I'm quick enough. Nine seconds. I don't know how deep the snow is yet, but it can't be too deep, right? It'd ruin the intensity of the bloodbath.
Eight seconds. We're wearing boots. The snow should be deep enough for the boots to be effective, but shallow enough to keep people going. Slipping may also be a possibility.
Seven seconds. What weapons can I see from my angle? The cornucopia was a twenty-foot tall Christmas tree, with weapons hanging from the lower parts of the branches. The survival backpacks wrapped like presents, with a colorful bow on top.
Six seconds. Were the backpacks color-coded? Even if they were, I wouldn't be able to determine that from just grabbing two backpacks; there are four colors that I can see.
Five seconds. Nevertheless, grabbing two backpacks should be a good strategy. If I can beat someone with a weapon, I'll gain a weapon and whatever they have.
Four seconds. I felt eyes on me. I thought it was Myst, but when I turn to look at her, she'd already given up on trying to communicate with me.
Three seconds. Who's looking at me? I look around the arena, but all I see are kids actually making an effort to mentally prepare for what's about to happen.
Two seconds. The eyes were silent. They were looking too closely at me; who's focusing more on me than the game?
One second. That's when I see him. Anubis is standing, no, slouching, hands in his coat pockets as he holds a subtle smirk, all while staring directly at me.
The announcing boom causes chaos. Anubis's distraction had me a second off, but I managed to run for a backpack. I snatch it off the ground and keep my momentum as I make a beeline for the next backpack. Someone grabs it, I think it was Yuki. He locks eyes with me before turning and running the other way. As he leaves, someone fell next to me, bloodied and with an ax in their back. Perfect. I grip the handle, but I can't pull it out without bringing the body with me. I swallow the lump in my throat as I plant a boot on the body and pull the ax out, taking a few pieces of what might have been Brandon with it. I need to get another bag. I turn to see the next nearest bag, but it was too far. The careers and others with weapons were heading out of the cornucopia and making their way to their next kill. I turned toward the forest and start running, avoiding any sign of other tributes. I start to think I'm far enough away when I trip on…something. I didn't see what, but it's not like it mattered, I went flying forward before hitting the ground.
As I land face-first into the snow, I hear footsteps. They're slow footsteps, but they crunched loudly in the snow. I look up only to find myself face to face with Anubis.
He's holding his hand out.
"I'm not here to make snow angels, get up!"

@icecubes

I stared out the glass. The sun was behind us to the right, so I didn't have to worry about losing my eyes. The view of Earth never got old. Vast blue fields of ocean threatening to swallow up the pitiful landmasses. Twinkling light hotspots showed up on the darker face of the planet. Every soul ever known, breath taken, was located on this massively small place. The stars behind it would never know.
"I find it funny that they sent us here. Two criminals," I said, amused.
Jean muttered, "Who knows."
"It's the perfect punishment, but also flawed. We get to die, while they test out their fun little projects. But they forget that death isn't our biggest fear anymore." That was a lie. I was still scared to die, but it was now that I simply had to accept death. There was simply no way out, no way our technology was that refined. I swiveled my body so that I was facing Jean. His twitching showed me that he was still suffering withdrawals.
The days passed, but they weren't really days anymore. There was no such thing as the concept of night. We were given sleeping pills and sleep masks to compensate.
"Jean, where's the pills? I'm fucking exhausted," I called out to him. "Hello, GG?" I got up and made my way towards him.
He was glaring out the window, perfectly still, aside from his hair. A bottle of pills in his hands. "Don't tell me you're trying to get high."
"And you care, why? Like you said, death isn't my biggest fear. There's no more future here, Anubis. It's over." Jean turns to me with a tired look in his eyes. A view of a smaller Earth stood next to him. It was painfully beautiful, with the bottle between his fingers like a cigarette. He was right.
I wanted to fight him. Throw a punch, tell him he was wrong and that I hated his black-filled eyes strapped with red vines, I hated his floating voice, I hated him so much.

I lifted my head, and the world began to dance. My body felt so lifted, but it all crashed within an instant. Fire. I need fire. My heart was beating so loud, I thought it was part of the music. I tripped downstairs. "Saya?" I whispered, laughing a little bit at the way she looked.
"Anubis?"
I pulled her into my arms, spinning her around to my heartbeat. "You are so beautiful, you know that?" I said. She didn't respond. "No, not you too," I muttered. She was out to get me too. Saya. Of course. It was her all along. Just like back then.
I pushed her away, her confused, irritated little face getting ready to yell. I ran out the door, which led me to another room, with sounds of sex. Another room, this was a bathroom. I couldn't breathe. Saya was there. Out to kill me. Fire? I need fire, please, please…

I woke up to Jean's sober face. He furrowed his brow at me. "You remember anything?"
"No."
I see his face has bruises. "You beat me up and took the pills. I think you fell asleep."
"I don't want you to die first, Jean. If this is it, I want this to be sober. Please. It's not fair."
He grabbed my hand and pulled me up. The Earth was farther away. Jean said nothing, but he shoved the bottle of sleeping pills into my chest. I didn't react in time, and the bottle gently floated around.

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

This is called

An AU That Doesn't Hurt AU

"Coffee?" The lady's southern drawl extended a two syllable word into nearly four syllables. Unless I was just that tired. I nod gently, blinking my eyes slowly as the sound of her chewing gum hammers the inside of my head with each smack.
"Could I have a pitcher of hot water as well?"
She sets the coffee carafe down on the table and departs to the kitchen. I turn back at the sleeping man in front of me. His head leaned against his hand which remained held up by his elbow on the table. I stare at him for a few moments, wondering if I should disturb his sleep, or just let him rest up. I shove his elbow sideways, causing his balancing act to cave in on itself. He jerks awake, or at least enough to hold his head up on his own.
"Jean, wake up. I know we just finished one but I got us another job."
Jean haphazardly pulls his hairtie out, wincing as the tie alerts Jean of all the tangles in his hair as he does so. He scrunches his face up in a frown as he tries to look directly at me.
"Pull back," He mutters, his voice somehow deeper than it normally is, "my trigger finger's cramping."
As he speaks, he locks tired eyes with the waitress that dubiously places the pitcher of hot water on the table. My eyes roll as Jean stumbles for words. The waitress's face exhibited neither concern nor curiosity, but Jean felt the need to explain himself anyway.
"I'm talking about video games."
I release the unneccesary gulp of air that I held only from anticipation on what a sleep-deprived Jean would say to explain away a phrase that does not warrant any suspicion in the first place. The waitress walks away with the same vein of complacency that she approached us with as I huff at Jean.
"This is a different job. It pays better because it requires more skill than hunting requi-are you listening to me?"
Jean's eyes fixated on a particular spot on the table, his head slowly falling as his gaze becomes vacant. He sits up, blinking his eyes slowly and opening them wide to force himself awake.
"What are we going to be doing?"
I squint my eyes at him, exhaling. He's really running my patience thin, but I don't know if he's doing it on purpose or not.
"It's a job for the charismatic. We have to steal something without getting caught, but we can do it in the middle of the day. We just have to be slick about it. What do you say?"
Jean shakes his head, resting it against the palm of his hand again. "I'm not a people person."
"Can I take your orders?" The waitress returned, causing Jean to jump slightly. His eyes yelled but he stayed silent.
"A short stack and some more coffee please. I wouldn't mind if you spiked it behind my back, though."
Jean utters, refusing eye contact.
"Eggs benedict, please, thank you." I respond as she walks away.
"How does she keep doing that?" Jean whispered. I sighed heavily. I hope she spikes my coffee, too.

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

Surprise AU that i made up on the spot<3 (i'll probably come back and title this once i actually have something)

ok i don't have a name for it and it's hella short but hey it's better than nothing amirite

I roll over in the bed, which isn't my bed, what with the cream-colored sheets and soft comforter. At first, I felt a bit confused as to why she wasn't in the bed, asleep, considering it was 7am on a Sunday, but then I remembered our conversation last night. She's a nurse, she works pretty wild hours.
Whatever, as long as I'm gone before she gets back, I'm sure I can take my time getting out of be-shit. After checking my phone and seeing 3 missed calls from Anubis, I rub my tired eyes into oblivion, letting out a deep morning sigh. I almost don't want to call him back, but he deserved to at least hear my pathetic excuse.
I dial the phone, sitting up in bed as the blankets fall off my chest, and put it to my ear. After a few slow rings, he picks up.
"I kind of hope you've got a gun to your head right now. That's probably the only way I won't be mad at you."
He began, earning me another sigh of stress.
"I got high and forgot, I'm sor-"
"This isn't fucking customer service, Jean, if we don't follow through with our fucking jobs we could get killed."
The way he worded that has me wondering…
I furrow a brow and glance up at nothing in particular.
"Did you do it by yourself?"
Anubis snapped his response back at me, a poor attempt at passive aggression.
"Yes, because apparently only one of us is fucking competent enough to do the very job we chose to do."
I exhale slowly, reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing the package of cigarettes and the lighter. Placing a cigarette in between my lips as I fidget with the lighter, I shrug out a response in hopes to lighten the mood.
"Well, you get a hundred percent, then."
All I hear from Anubis is a scoff before he hangs up. Frustrated, I toss the phone to the nightstand, able to light the cigarette with both hands now as I exhale the smoke up around me.

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

i need to get this done before I never do it
au! uh I can come up with some fanfic-y ass name for it just for the lolz and also I don't have any other ideas so I'll do something cringey for fun

This AU is called, Burnout

I was tired. Same as yesterday, same as today, same as tomorrow. I don't know when I won't be tired. Not only was I tired of the questions, but I was tired of going out at all at this point. I knew people were staring. I wish they wouldn't. I wish they'd know how annoying that is. I wish they'd accept that people just have burn marks sometimes, and they need to stop acting like I'm some freak.
They'd try to mask their disgust with curiosity. They'd ask where it came from. My answer was different every time, I liked to see how outlandish I could make it before they'd doubt me.
I go to one gym. It's mostly regulars, anyway, and they've already gotten their stories from me about my burns. Today, though, there was a new guy. It's not like I minded, it's not my gym, but I noticed him regardless.
He had a hardened gaze about him; maybe trying to make himself appear intimidating so people won't bother him; I understand. Nevertheless, I wasn't expecting him to interact with me, so I was a little thrown off when he acknowledged me.
"Hey," He uttered, arching his back a bit as he subtly caught his breath, "Do you happen to have an extra water bottle? I left my wallet at home."
I furrow my brow, thoroughly confused. "How'd you get in here?"
You still have to pay to use the gym. Did he use cash or something?
"I'm a member, you've never seen me? Is this your first time?"
Nothing could have prepared me for that. There's no way he's- I've never seen him before. I go here every other day. Maybe today's his off day or something? But he would have acknowledged that, wouldn't he?
"N-"
"That doesn't matter. I just need some water."
Lucky for him, I did have an extra bottle of water. I reached over into my bag to grab it, and as I lean over to hand the bottle to him, I catch him stealing a glance at my burns.
I shrug, inhaling as I start a new story.
"Oh, right, I got these fro-"
"Hey man." He cuts me off, and I look up to meet his eyes. His hardened expression held something new this time. It wasn't friendly, but it certainly wasn't hostile Now that he and I locked eyes, he continued, "I don't really care."
Initially, I thought I was offended. Why didn't he care? Everyone cares, at least, they want to know about where the burns came from. It doesn't matter that no one knows the truth, but everyone asks. He didn't even ask.
After some thought, I realized; that was a refreshing change.
"What's your name?" I mutter as he's already gulped down half the bottle. He looks at me, unprepared to answer, as he holds up a finger in a request that I give him a second, proceeding to gulp the other half of the bottle.
The bottle crinkles in his hands as he lets out a refreshed sigh.
"Jean. How 'bout you?"
I tilt my head slightly, blinking as I hold back a grin.
"Anubis. Nice to meet you."

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

ive started doing this thing where i'm visualizing the au and then I'm like "omg what they're not wearing masks >:/" so that's pretty gamer of me I guess

@icecubes

pandemic au

"hey dick, pull ur mask up" anubis yells at a customer at the entrance. it Is jean. he do not have he mask up. jean spits in anubis's face from across the restaurant.