Amii Ling and Princess Pensée were, of course, teammates. "Duh, we're the protagonists here. Winning is, like, a given. You all can just go do your thing and whatever," Amii said while observing the chaotic scene of people fighting over fashion, or the lack thereof.
Pensée scanned her surroundings, utterly unimpressed, until her attention was drawn to items like gauntlets and other gear. As the two of them equipped their gear, she remarked, "My tiara looks amazing here!" She smiled, admiring it. "There was a subtle twinkle and glimmer in VR. Nothing quite like this exists in real life... so on point!" Her expression changed from admiration to dismay as her thoughts swiftly shifted, realising how her VR self looked when navigating through the menus. "Ugh, seriously? They could've at least made me look cuter in VR! Is this, like, 1940s tech or something? Where's the chibi charm?"
"Girl, you're super pixelated when I'm up close, and it's kinda weird, you know? But when I take a few steps back, your beauty comes into focus. I'll just remember to capture your true beauty by taking photos from a distance."
Princess nodded, feeling much better about herself now, as she looked through her inventory of all the crazy-OP items that were donated to her—just a crazy amount of gear. Nearly all of it, she had no idea what it did—both Amii and Pensée agreed to use weapons and gear that burped nothing but elegance and beauty. The two of them proudly shared the inventory, with one of them, at least, knowing which end of a weapon to hold.
Pensée said, "Hey, to all you awesome viewers out there, keep donating all that gear to us, and we're gonna spread some charity vibes before we go kick some serious butt, okay? Help us make a positive impact in the world so you all can watch and stuff... XoX and etc."
Amii casually pointed out, "Oh, look, there's a llama stuck in that pool of purple slime over there."
Pensée rolled her eyes. "Oh, it's a Path-walker! Those things are super dumb."
"So should we save it? It won't put up much of a fight, so it's totally not really worth fighting."
They both stared at the llama and agreed with whatever the other was thinking, without needing to communicate. Amii voicing what they were both thinking: "Ugh, seriously? We've got, like, 46,004 people watching. As if we are gonna do any charity stuff until we hit 50k!"
The two just scrolled away and left the llama—a llama that could save itself from the purple slime by simply going in any other direction or lifting its legs up three inches so it could step out of the pool of slime.
"I knew it," an overly excited voice from behind them said.
The two girls turned around and saw a man standing on the edge of the map, positioned in the middle of some pink slime used as a barrier. The guy in question had a ferret-like face and was wearing contrasting medieval attire. The look reminded them of a plastic figure where a child had swapped the head and placed it on an unrelated toy.
"You... knew something? Well, that is... that is certainly an unexpected revelation," Amii remarked, eyeing the peculiar creature emerging from the pink slime. Her expression twisted into one of disdain as she scrutinised it.
Advancing towards the girls, he strode with pink slime dripping from his face, clinging to various parts of his furry countenance, as if someone had unleashed a series of sneezes upon him. With enthusiasm, he declared as he dashed back through the pink slime barrier, "The world! It's flat! I can see the end of the world here! I can't wait to share and tell them I was right all along. Who's laughing now?! Not me!"
He was clearly waiting for a response, but both girls seemed disinterested. "Who's laughing now?" he repeated. "Nobody's laughing right now, but who's about to laugh? Me!!!" He then laughed uproariously, "Bwahaha!" he yakked on, "They bestowed their blessings upon me when I requested a partner who would grant me great luck and fortune." He gestured toward a colossal rock, the one they called Blobby.
More like, they paired them together because their real-life intellect stats were equivalent. Amii and Pensée thought about just walking away—unfortunately, there was no way to get away from him without having the big crowd of people fighting in the middle see them. Towels and bin bags of all different colours clashed. Amii looked at the ferret-faced man and said, "What if you are the first to walk over the edge of the world? Think of all the eBunnee hits you will get..."
Ferret-man stammered, his voice shaky, instantly losing his cocky, arrogant laugh: "But... um, what is down there? I-I don't see anything past the pink goo." His eyes darted anxiously around, and his hands fidgeted nervously, betraying the unease that gripped him. The uncertainty in his tone painted a picture of a character on the edge, questioning the mysterious depths beyond with a mix of curiosity and trepidation.
"You'll be a legend... I'm sure it will be safe."
Amii added, "You'll be the first to find out. Think of all the views... your eBunnee views will quadruple."
Pensée looked at the ferret-guy's eBunnee viewer count and said, "Like, seriously? Your viewers, all four of them, are gonna quadruple to whatever quadruple of four is, which obviously has to be, like, at least 4% more."
"That... that is not what my viewers want," he whispered with a sly smirk as he finished reading the comments from all four of his viewers. Inch by inch, he stalked closer to both of them. "My viewers are suggesting that you both are madly in love with me... and that I... I should kiss you all over! And to take you to... the world's end!"
The ferret-man approached slowly and methodically, his movements silent yet filled with unsettling determination. Pink slime trickled down his furry face, and drool oozed from his mouth.
A big warning appeared on the girls' screens in a fancy, bold font with four exclamation marks. But one of those exclamation marks had apparently overslept and didn't make it to the warning in time.
*** Hostile threat approaching!!! ***