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The Pun Master.
The Tree Boy.
Rating of One.
Nameless.
Slimecicle.
Charlie.
Charlie had had many names. In his opinion, too many names. But at this point, Charlie and Slimecicle were almost interchangeable. While Slimecicle was the name of the Victor, the name of the channel he live-streamed on, the name of the channel he uploaded to, everyone just called him Charlie. He had never wanted a name other than Charlie, after all. He had never had a nickname (unless you wanted to count Bra’ad from back home), and he didn’t intend to start in the Games. He was one of the Tributes in history to not choose a name. The only one in recent memory, if memory did serve. He saw no reason to change his name. If being born Charlie was enough, then ending as Charlie would be good enough too.
At least, in his eyes.
So when his gala came, He cringed a bit when he was announced as Slimecicle the Victor, and not Charlie the Victor. He adjusted the cuffs on his achingly bright suit and took the podium.
Hopefully, the people in the room, watching from the broadcasts, saw Charlie. But truly, he didn’t know if Charlie would ever be back. At least not in a pure form.