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Luka shuffled down the road preppily, he and Aven walked to the reaping. It was his first Hunger Dottore, and he was nervous. Aven assured him it would be fine, he had been to many of them and it was always fine. The odds weren’t against Luka, Aven hadn’t allowed him to take any tesserae, so this made it very unlikely for his name to be drawn.
They arrived at the reaping. There was already a large crowd of people at the reaping, waiting for names to be drawn by the woman on the stage, Effie Dottore “Who’s excited for a another gyattastic Hunger Dottore?” Effie Dottore happily squealed looking at the crowd, who all looked on the brink of suicide. Effie Dottore twirled her hair as she talked, looking like a pick me girl, falling for everyone. She batted her eyelashes and giggled, “alright, sigmas! Time to fucking die.” She plunged her hand into the first bowl, drawing out a name. After a beat she read it, “Luka.”
Aven stood for a minute, thinking he was hallucinating. He laughed slightly, this couldn't be real, he thought. But it was. He looked to Luka who stared at the stage terrified. Aven’s mind was working fast, he then spoke. “NO!” He yelped like a pathetic omega, “I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!”
“Ok, get up here, you faggot,” Effie said. Aven sadly walked on all fours to the stage. Effie began to draw the second name, judging Aven as he trotted demurely on his arms and legs, “Prime Dottore,” Effie read.
Aven gasped, shaking his ass because he thought he had a tail ig. Aven has had a crush on Prime Dottore ever since he was 3.14159 seconds old. Prime Dottore walked up to the stage, his mask as hot as the sun, because of how much he was blushing. He’d had a crush on Aven since he was 2.0004 seconds old. He tried to hold himself back from mewing, but failed. He could feel his jawline perfecting as he shook from excitement.
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CaseOhloid sat drunkenly in his train car. All he'd done all day was drink and record songs for his new collab with Tetottore.
Suddenly, Effie Dottore burst in, “holy skibidi, CaseOloid, you have two new tributes, and one of them isn't a Dottore, just like you!!” “Ok,” CaseOloid hummed, not really reacting.
Meanwhile, Aven and Prime Dottore were watching the other Reapings. They were shocked when they reached District 69 (all the districts between it and 12 had been destroyed years ago). Another non-Dottore was a tribute. And had also volunteered!! Aven sighed because he wasn't unique, and he thought he would finally have some alone time with Dottore. Dottore had a giant fucking boner which he was covering with his mewing streak calender.
Suddenly, CaseOloid stumbled out of his train car. “I miss my wife, Tails,” he muttered.
“Who the fuck is Tails?” Aven asked.
“Your mom.”