"You must be new to this whole eBunnee thing," Amii said as he inched closer. She sped up what she wanted to say and sharply declared, "Cease! Your viewers are evidently dimwitted, and so are you... clearly and evidently. Your viewers seem dead set on engaging in trolling and mockery, so don't feed into their nonsense. Don't bother listening to them!"
He moved even closer, repeating all the rules of eBunnee. He was probably the only person to have read the rules of the app and seemed to cherry-pick the ones that suited his needs: "Rule 442 of eBunnee: Always attend to the voices of your viewers!"
Pensée regretted, to herself, that maybe she might have encouraged him to act this way by talking about his viewers. It was quite a fatal mistake to meddle with another eBunnee's viewers, even if there were only four of them. A single person with a foolish opinion could cause a ripple effect, involving a butterfly.
He slipped slightly on the slime dripping from his legs but regained his balance without needing to readjust or look down, as if reciting the rules was his life's mission.
"Rule 6645.4 of eBunnee: 'In the eBunnee realm, love transcends real-world affections, intensified tenfold.'" He moved even closer and said, "Rule 83724 and a half."
Pensée strove to deliver a giant, swinging slap at the approaching ferret-faced man, and the force of her strike was amplified by his momentum. Some people, in the words of the princess, just deserved a good slap to keep them in place. Pensée's wrist proved too burdened to lift, weighed down by a random gauntlet she had placed on it. The upside-down orientation only added to the challenge.
Outside of VR, she had practised and put into practice the swinging slap attack numerous times. She didn't give up, growing more frustrated as the man got closer and closer. Amii did nothing but shout degrading obscenities at him. While Pensée's hand wobbled after each attempt to lift it, these unconventional hand movements caused the gauntlet's stones to flash like a cheap neon fish bar sign, unleashing telekinetic powers. The Blobby rock situated behind the ferret-faced man lifted into the air and flew directly into the back of his head.
Ferret-o came to a sudden halt, tumbling down with one hand firmly grounded. He experienced a wave of disorientation, placing his hand to his mouth, only to realise it was covered in slime. With a slight gag, he spat in mild disgust, only to go for a second serving moments later. He looked at his Blobby companion behind him and then looked ahead, beyond the Blobby, and declared, "I see it. I see the grid to the path."
"The grid to the path? What is he talking about?" Amii asked, puzzled.
Pensée, trying to sound overly technical and smart, blurted out, "Computer games and video games are composed of wires and frames. It appears as though his avatar character persona has entered the matrix and glitched out. He needs to perform a full system restart."
"So, does he need to turn it on and off again?" Amii asked.
"It's 'off and on,'" Pensée corrected her, unsure of her correctness.
"He just needs to turn it off and stay off, for real!"
"For real and for VR."
"Blobby, my glorious friend, you helped me finally see it!" He proceeded to step forward on the edge of the world, into the towering pink slime. However, this time, he went through the goo. Parts of the cape from his medieval attire got caught in the density of the pink goo, pulling at his throat and choking him like a dog that hears the postperson while in the middle of its meal. With a mouthful of food, the dog ran and stopped everything to start barking at the postperson, choke-barking in the process. Just like a dog. Ferret-man didn't let a little something like choking interfere with a mission as important as barking at the postperson.
Amii casually glanced at Pensée, a slight smirk playing on her lips. "Well, we're not in any danger, so he can do whatever."
"I just hope he won't try to invade my personal space again. I mean, come on, it's VR and all, but seriously, I'd rather not have my personal bubble infested with annoying people. Like, even in VR or whatever."
"Dead on, girl."
The ferret-man strode beyond the pink goo slime, his cape violently tearing away from around his neck. He pressed on, teetering on the brink of the world's end, poised to step into the vast void. Both girls gasped, their eyes widening, as he confidently advanced, planting his foot firmly on the precipice of nothingness amidst the silent particles of emptiness. Choking slightly from the stress done to his throat by the cape, he uttered the words, "I see all! The world unveils its secrets to me!" The man stood upon an invisible walkway, walking until he stumbled and peered forward, discovering an invisible block obstructing his path. In the distance, a floating piece of text intoned the sacred inscription with reverence, "My four disciples, faithful to my path, I now share a message bestowed by the venerable lords."
"Ahem," he began theatrically reading the sacred text, "Alert! Asset Demon... er... 'Demo Trial Expired... in-game assets are temporarily unavailable until a full purchase is made.'"
As he scratched his head, attempting to decipher the words he had just read, he declared, "It appears we're about to embark on some kind of trial, my disciples."
"So what now?" Princess asked.
That looks kinda super fun! I kinda wanna join him. He's like, floating in the air, you know? Like an angel strutting on the invisible catwalk thingy, but dang, it looks kinda scary being up out there.
"Like, an angel he might be, but, like, a princess? No way! Ugh, argh, aargh, arrgh! Oh darn, this piece of junk!" She held her arm in agony. Pensée's feeble arms could no longer handle the sheer weight of the gauntlet on her wrist, despite all attributes in the VR world being amplified from their real-life counterparts. Neither girl bothered to assign her VR stats. Anything involving numbers could go and do one, as far as the girls were concerned.
"Are you okay there? Why the noise?"
"Because the thing on my arm is hurting like heck!"
"Girl, just throw that trash in the bin then."
"Done and done."
Pensée discarded her gauntlet and hurled it to the floor, as if it were a glove recently used to pick up some doggo doodoo. The drop resonated through the ground, causing a subtle tremor that echoed across the world. She released a long sigh of relief. "Finally, my hand is free from the cumbersome bother!"
She recklessly dropped her gauntlet, exclaiming, "Enough of this heavy nuisance," and the chat exploded with frenzy:
RizzandWhizzMan: she..she just..
Pooches : I cant belive she just dropped the iron hand... with stones stuck on it.
usernameheree: is she crayzee! Dont she know how powerfl and legendaree this thng is?!
bobbymcMR18: she reely just drop, the iron hand.. with stones stuck in it, like it is nothing.
WoofWorldgurl2k: : I shud go in the game and grab it for myself.
Ididnthaveanotherchars: she cud at least gave it to one of us.. well. me. :3
FunnyFairy: I cant belieeeve she actually haD the iron hand..
* The chat goes eerily quiet *
RizzandWhizzMan: ....
bobbymcMR18: ...
foxoplasticmetal: ....
Ididnthaveanotherchars...
FunnyFairy:... with stones stuck on it.
* A collective sigh of relief sweeps through the chat *
Princess waved her arms, trying to get the blood circulation going in her avatar's arms again, and looked ahead as she said, "The llama's got, like, 500 peeps glued to it, acting all dumb and stuck in the slime pit. The global counter's hitting 10 million right now. Bet my personal view counter's, like, triple that, naturally." She paused, then exclaimed, "Oh my gosh, what the heck?! There's an epic showdown unfolding in the middle of the world!"
Pensée squealed, "It's like the Kassy fans facing off against the two Ashlyn fan squads."
Amii added, "Sooo stupid, right?!" Amii looked at the crowd in puzzlement.
"There's a tall guy approaching, wearing some mask... is he a player?... or a boss-like creature?"
"No clue. Maybe it's the Grim Reaper about to clean up the trash bags and towel bags?"
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