A/N: This is a collaboration between me & kiwiblossom12 ) I am doing Dan's POV while she is doing Phil's.

Disclaimer: We don't own Dan && Phil nor their amazing webshows.

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I stood in the crowd in silence, waiting for the names of the District Two's next victims of The Hunger Games. I looked over the crowd, observing the frightened faces surrounding me. Everyone whispered as if they would be killed on the spot if they were heard. I, on the other hand, was completely relaxed. The games didn't scare me. If I was picked, I would most likely do well given my training.

Suddenly, the speakers boomed unleashing a hardy, manly sort of voice from the announcer, Rubin Nova.

"Welcome." He bellowed, twitching his gray mustache.

The whole crowd fell silent.

"The time has come to choose two tributes to represent District Two in the 23rd annual Hunger Games." He paused hoping for a clap or cheer, but everyone stayed silent. Rubin cleared his throat and continued.

"Now, let's begin." He said.

A Peacekeeper came up, bringing two bowls filled to the rim with the names of possible tributes, one for the girls, the other for the boys. I tensed, trying to remember how many times I had entered my name since the age of twelve, being sixteen now, I must've entered my name in that bowl over a million times, there is a big chance I could be picked. There I go exaggerating again, I thought.

"Ladies first." Rubin said interrupting my thoughts. He shuffled through the names and brought out a small folded paper. He unfolded it, careful not to rip the edges with his stubby fingers.

"The first tribute that is representing District Two in this years Hunger Games is… Payton Breeg." He said.

Everyone, including myself looked around searching for her, but then, I spotted a gaunt, blonde hair, blue eyed, girl walk through the middle of the crowd up to the stage. In the background I heard a woman crying, it must have been her mother, I stared at her intently. She looked about twelve or thirteen, her frame was so tiny and delicate that I feared Rubin might break her hand when shaking it. She was pale from fright,and even though I didn't know her, I felt sympathy for her. I sighed, Why pick someone as weak and feeble as that girl to fight amongst the unforgiving wrath of the Hunger Games?

After shaking Rubin's hand, Payton stood on the side of the stage, she looked as if she was about to weep. Rubin, ignoring her obvious signs of sorrow, grinned and continued to picking the boy's tribute, I found myself praying silently.

"Now then, on to the boy's." Rubin said after an awkward pause.

He stuck his chubby hand into the glass bowl and pulled out the tiny paper.

"Our second tribute that is representing District Two in the Hunger Games is… Dan Howell."

And it's as if the whole world moved in slow motion. My name being called, my heart beating slightly faster as the crowd parts as I make my way to the stage. I stepped onto the stage, the crowd was so silent, you could hear my footsteps on the rock hard cement. I shook Rubin's hand with a mighty grip, and gave him a confident smile.

I mean, confidence is key right?

"Give a hand for our newest District Two tributes! And may the odds be ever in their favor." He sang.

The whole crowd clapped slowly, as if not amused by this at all. I, on the other hand, suddenly had mixed feelings about this. Pity, for the Payton, and a strange sense of fear, for what lies ahead. Maybe this wasn't as exciting as I thought, I could be dead in a matter of days.

I could be dead in a matter of days.

This thought scared me, so I shoved it away into the depths of my mind, to never think of it again.

No, I'm going to survive this.

Later that day…

I sat on the train on it's way to the capital where I would meet my new trainer and hopefully gain some skills that could keep me alive. I looked out the train window at the rapidly changing scenery. I thought about Payton, and how she had been so quiet not saying a word ever since the reaping. I looked over to her as she sat next to me twiddling her thumbs nervously. She had been crying most of the way and had finally stopped. I guess she ran out of tears. I thought about comforting her and hesitantly patted her head and ruffling her blonde hair. She looked up at me and gave me a shy smile, which I returned. I began thinking of what is in store for us. Soon we would be at the capital and just thinking about it gave me goosebumps. Whether they were goosebumps of excitement or fear I'm not entirely sure. I thought,

This is where my journey begins.