Elite Spades Invasion: [M&W]
By: Monica Vix
The rolling shudder of the large door towards the starting item room rumbled like thunder. A pair
of rabbits slowly walked into the room, conversing with each other. The two of them, a taller girl and a
shorter boy, wore matching suits. Walking in front, the shorter male had his brown furred hands on
display, the white dappled pattern across the backs of his hands flashing around as he gestured. The
woman behind him, standing a head taller, had her white patterned paws grasping at the neck of her
white dress shirt.
“So, I don’t get it, why did you want to wear suits to this thing?” The woman said. “Like… come
on. I get it, Reservoir Dogs is one of your favorite movies, but I didn’t really feel like spending a few
hundred Spade Tokens for this thing, Wyatt.” She complained.
Wyatt groaned with the shake of his head. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he continued to
walk forward, bare feet along the ground. “Monica, I offered to buy it for you, but you don’t accept
gifts.” He said with a low boiling malice for his sister. “You never had that problem around Christmas
time.” He grumbled.
Chuckling, the store clerk for the starting area looked at the two of them. A tired falcon looked
over the pair. “Hey, welcome and all that. Is there anything you fighting siblings need?” They rest their
head on their wings, propping themself up on the counter. “Got a lot of things for pairs going into the
game.” The falcon pulled out a small indexing book as they spoke.
“Oh, hey there.” Monica chimed in. She took a few steps forward, her nearly six foot tall body
towering over Wyatt’s roughly five foot body. “Do you have anything for, well… speed? Going faster
and that sorta stuff?”
Wyatt shook his head. “No, we need something more tactical than that. Can’t have you running in
and getting a taser spear through the face like last time.” He sighed. “Do you have anything defensive?
I ran into one that slowly healed your wounds when out of combat in one of the last runs I did.” He
stated calmly.
“Well… hmm…” The falcon looked over the index book. “I think I got something for both of
you. Just a minute.” They reached over to their mug and took a long, slow sip of coffee.
After the falcon receptionist set the coffee down, they flapped their great wings and flew up the
great wall behind them. It was metal with all sorts of lockers, some open and others closed, long metal
perching rods for them to land on all the way up. Their yellow talons grasped onto one and drew them
into a nook. Keys jingled, locks clicked, and a little door was open. Then, two rods to the side, another
door was open with the same jingle and click. Large maroon wings spread once again and allowed the
falcon to glide down back behind their desk, landing at a cushioned seat.
A pair of two necklaces were held out to the rabbits. Each of them had a long, Asian style dragon
as their design, being made of what looked like silver and jade for each of them. One snaked around in
an S pattern and the other was a straight light up, biting onto the string. There was a clear way for the

two of them to match together like puzzle pieces, with the long one going through the snaking one.
Each of them were offered to Monica and Wyatt.
“The one flying straight is for you, miss,” The falcon began, “It gives you a little speed bonus
and allows you to jump off the air, like a normal double jump.”
Monica beamed as she gingerly picked up the necklace, holding it in her hands like it was a
trophy! Her white furred paws instantly undid the clasp and slipped it on around her neck, getting it to
fit snugly on her. The little dragon dangling from her neck looked like the most minimalist jewelry as it
rest on her black tie.
“But-” Wyatt began to protest his younger sister’s item. The other dragon, swirling in along the
falcon’s feathers, was dropped into his mottled hands. “Hmm….”
The falcon cleared their throat. “And that one, sir, allows anything you shoot or throw to home in
on enemy’s heads and chests if within a certain area.” They took a pause to drink their coffee. “It also
grants any magazines you load an extra bullet in the chamber. Maybe works with the mecha crossbows
we got, not sure, doesn’t say on the card.”
Wyatt begrudgingly put it on, indulging in his sister’s affection for the pair of draconic looking
necklaces. However, the moment the black string was around his neck, both of their necklaces snapped!
The strings squeezed tight, almost as if the dragon necklaces became chokers. The items, in fact, were
almost actually choking them! Each of the rabbits looked shocked. Two pairs of emerald green eyes
stared forward at the falcon, staring into their yellow eyes with malice as if they would shoot poison!
“O-okay, uh… hmm…” The falcon flipped into the book. They hissed a little as they read.
“Apparently I missed the curse, yea… the necklaces can only be worn by two players, one each, and if
they disagree on anything, the necklaces will start to choke the users. And they can’t be more than ten
feet apart without the necklaces losing effect.” The falcon explained.
Monica and Wyatt continued to stare at them silently for a moment. By the way their eyes looked
when angry, you could definitely tell they were siblings!
“Yea, uh, sorry to pull a Karen move on you,” Monica began, “But I’m gonna have to write a
report about this.” Her angry voice melted into a softer, almost sweet taking tone. “Unless you can give
us something else, too?” She tried to sweeten her own deal.
Wyatt simply stared and started to walk on, his bare feet rolling against the ground. “Lets just go.
It’s not the worst thing if you just listen to me.” He said in a low, growling voice. His hand grasped
onto his sister’s, yanking the bunny along with him.
“Sorry! I’ll make a note of it. Have to do reports anyways.” The falcon said, waving a wing at
them. “Next time I see you guys, I’ll give you two items each!”
As the falcon faded from view, the pair of rabbits went through the door to officially start the
game. A blinding flash of light engulfed Monica’s and Wyatt’s vision. They reappeared into the world a
little stunned, but used to the sensation. The back of the starting van was cramped with the two of them
in there, the plethora of weapons on display not helping the all too tight area. Each of the rabbits moved

past each other, trying not to talk or even look at each other the wrong way. Just knowing the choking
they would endure set them off.
Monica grabbed a clunky, black metal shotgun. It was the best the van had to offer when it came
to her typical flair. Wyatt looked like he wanted to say something, but he closed his mouth before he
did. The necklaces on each of them tightened a little. The smaller of the two rabbits grabbed a pair of
cheap looking pistols, looking like they were made for some live action role-play rather than a game
about fighting and killing.
“I guess we run it business as usual.” Monica stated. There was a slight shifting of the shotgun in
her hands, trying to get the basic starter weapon comfy in her palms. “Right?” She added.
“Mhm.” Wyatt nodded. He held both pistols by the faux leather grips. “Go on and lead the way,
little sister. I’ll watch your back.” The smaller bunny spoke in a calm, almost sedated voice. “As per
usual.” He muttered under his breath.
Monica took a sharp breath in as she heard the not so subtle critique of her style. With a powerful
kick of her white furred foot to the door, the taller of the lapine siblings lead the way out of the van and
into the facility itself. The game was afoot. Wyatt filed in behind her, keeping an eye out in the flanks
of where she almost refused to look. The speed effect that Monica had was rather apparent, it was like
one stride of hers was one and a half strides of her smaller older brother!
Wyatt took first shot. His bullet flew past his sister’s head, arcing and curving mid air to slam
itself into the head of one of the guards out front! The shot splattered brains onto the white concrete
walls of the facility, the cute golden retriever girl little more than paste on the door now. The shaggy
furred almond colored dog next to her recoiled in shock! Her expression was adorably terrified. The
shocked expression was wiped clean off her face as Monica shot nearly point blank with her shotgun,
leaving a sizable dent in the wall.
The rabbits didn’t stop their rampage. This was just typical of their runs together. Each of them
darted past the corpses, the bikini like uniforms on the bodies leaving the lifeless curves on full display.
Blood poured at their feet and wounds, leaving a crimson carpet on the courtyard dirt. The doors were
slammed open by Monica, who stumbled in just a little ways. Wyatt came up close to her and peered
around either hallway, pistols primed and ready for any wandering patrols.
Given the clear, Wyatt was the one who took the lead this time. Monica slowed to match his pace
as the two went a little quieter, slipping and sneaking along the hallways and scanning the doors and
name plates. There had to be a hint to a loot drop off somewhere.
Wyatt stopped. His sister ran into him from behind, making him lurch forward just a little. He
forcibly shoved back into her, holding his hand up to his mouth to tell her to stay quiet. Each of them
would then peer around the corner to see a few guards smoking cigarettes, clearly on break and
wandering around. One male beige mouse and a female blue fox, puffs of smoke trailing up from their
maws.
With a little hand signal, Wyatt stated he would go for the boy. A finger to his lips stressed that he
wanted to do it silently. Monica grimaced. The dragon necklaces tightened and squeezed their brown
necks. With a slight groan of pain, the taller female bunny nodded in begrudging acceptance of her role.

The pair took slow, careful steps forward. Their twin emerald eyes gazed across the bodies of
those in their way. Their forms looked rather nice in the Spades uniform. Black panties squeezed along
their butts, showing a little bulge of a dick for the mouse. Violet arm bands with the Spades insignia on
them marked these two as goons, low level grunts working for the group. Pistols were holstered on
their sides.
Wyatt was the first to approach, grabbing the mouse from behind. He had to jump up to grasp on.
The little hop made his suit jacket flare out as if he was wearing a cape! Mottled brown and white
hands grasped the neck of the mouse and wrenched it to the side, snapping the spinal cord and making
the mouse boy go limp.
The fox next to him realized what was happening and gasped loudly! Her folds seemed to get wet
in her black panties at the sight of this. Before anything else could come of it, however, Monica
grappled the blue fox from behind! The shotgun was wedged between herself and the neck of the
helpless girl, twisting and popping her neck until she fell down dead like her friend.
“I thought you had the item for speed?” Wyatt joked as he set down the corpse. “What took you
so long? Staring at her ass?” He barely stuck out his tongue to get his joke across fully.
Monica rolled her eyes, crossing her arms with the shotgun still held in her grasp. “Like you
weren’t? We both saw they were BOTH packing some cake back there.” She shot back. Her white
furred foot kicked the corpse of the blue fox, using her to put out the flames of the lit cigarettes on the
ground. “So… what do you think they were guarding?”
“I think they were on break.” Wyatt said dryly. His eyes wandered to the doorways near them, the
plaques looking old and somewhat bland. “I think I remember this name here. Nicholas D.W… Doesn’t
it sound familiar?” He wondered aloud, approaching the doorway.
The taller rabbit walked over, propping herself on the corpse of the dead fox. “That’s the guy
from Trigun. I know the people who made this game are nerds, but that’s a bit on the nose.” She joked.
“I don’t think it’ll be bad. Maybe another reference would be in there, like some bent glasses that
improve your aim.” Monica pushed forward. She placed the barrel of her shotgun at the base of the
lock, pulling the trigger to shatter the metal door’s entire handle section! The blast, however, also
ruined her shoddy weapon. Red shells fell out of the internal magazine and the barrel looked blown
open like it was in a cartoon.
Wyatt just simply stared at her for a moment before sighing. “Well… at least the necklaces can’t
choke us when I disagree with something you already did. So that’s good to know.” He spoke in a
forced ‘glass half full’ sort of attitude. “Please give a warning next time? Especially if there are guards
still roaming.” He warned. As he spoke, me moved between his taller sister and into the room.
The room itself looked rather bland. Just a cramped office with nothing more than a few
typewriters that look like they haven’t been turned on in years. Dust settled on every surface in the
room. It was like the room was from another time period completely, lost to the game and sat
untouched in the files until now. There wasn’t even anything in here that looked useful! Maybe picking
up a chair and using it as a basic weapon, but that was about it.
Monica filed in behind her brother. “Wait, I hear something.” She spoke in a low whisper. One of
her hands brushed her floppy ear off of her suit covered back, listening intently. “There’s a group

coming.” The rabbit spoke in defeat. Her brother was right about trying to be quite and she hated to
admit it. “And guess who accidentally broke her weapon?” Monica said with a sarcastic voice, a
slightly pained expression on her face. “Buy me some time, I’m going to get something in here.” She
groaned.
Wyatt looked out the door to the pair of guard corpses on the ground, pistols well within sight.
He didn’t want to argue with her and start their choking, so he just simply did as he was asked. Peaking
his head out, the smaller of the two rabbits had a gunshot pierce through one of his ears! Recoiling and
hissing, he fired out a pair of shots blindly, shooting into the crowd at the end of the hallway.
There were roughly four to six guards there. A medium platoon for the first level of the complex.
The two bullets hit the thighs of one Braixen girl, the Pokemon anthro falling down on her face and
calling out in pain. The others progressed forward without her, shooting off rifle rounds in controlled
bursts. Thudding, explosive rounds dented concrete and steel with each shot.
“Sis?” Wyatt called out. “Why don’t you grab some pistols instead, if you would be so kind?”
The smaller rabbit was growing frantic as the approaching onslaught of guards closed in.
“Aha!” Monica shouted in joy! “I found a hatch to the basement here! Come on, come on! If we
hurry they’ll lose track of us!” The taller rabbit wrenched open a large metal door, a ladder all the way
down to the basement in it. “I’ll find something down here!” And with that, before any other
elaboration, Monica slipped down the trapdoor.
Wyatt could feel the difference in his shots as she got out of range. The curving stopped. He was
forced to retreat and run down the same tunnel his sister went down, chasing after her just to make sure
she doesn’t do anything else stupid. As the brown rabbit got onto the ladder, a mottled brown and white
hand grasped the handle of the trap door, pulling it shut to hide their path.
He would go down the ladder rung by rung just to hear the clanking of metal and the groans of
his sister grow louder and louder. The moment Wyatt poked his head into the basement room they
found themselves in, he saw Monica hunched over a large metal box. She held hunks of wrought metal
in her hands, slamming them down and trying to break the lock on the container.
“I think this is a weapons cache.” Monica explained between clangs. “Maybe we can get
something for the both of us here. I’ll keep doing this if you can look for a key?” She suggested. As
Wyatt grew closer, her slamming got faster, the effects of the necklaces in range once again.
Wyatt looked at his sister in disbelief. “You didn’t think to do it to begin with? Okay, well…
hmm….” His green eyes scanned over the room, pistols holstered for now as he tried to find the key to
this crate.
“Don’t knock it until you try it. And, well, I tried it, so now I’m knocking on it.” Monica retorted.
“And I didn’t get much time to look. Remember, we were getting shot at.” She said nonchalantly, in a
passive aggressive tone.
The shorter brother shook his head to try to get his sister’s bitchiness out of his mind. His focus
was put onto the walls, looking over each of the panels in turn. There was nothing he could find.
Something clicked in the back of his mind as he was moving smaller boxes around in search of the key.

The enemies were just as clever as they were. Mainly because, unlike most games like this, these were
real people paid money to get killed in a virtual world.
“There’s probably a guard outside.” Wyatt blurted out. “They probably have the key. Just…
thinking aloud, but I think I might be onto something.” He said in a low, grumbling voice.
“Okay, great!” Monica said, quickly standing up. “I was getting tired of banging that thing
anyways.” She reached for a smaller wooden box, holding it over her head ready to smash something
with it.
Wyatt slipped to the door. He crouched to the ground, laying on his stomach to look under it,
trying to see if there was anyone on the other side. The silhouette of high heels of the Spades uniform
cast the slightest of shadows onto the floor. Slowly he dragged himself up, brushing off the dust from
his suit. His eyes scanned the edges of the door, trying to see which way they swung open. The hinges
were on the inside. One of Wyatt’s mottled furred hands grasped the handle, twisting it ever so slowly.
With a glance between him and Monica, the taller rabbit moved into position.
It was a flash of movements. The door swung open, a lizard was yanked inside the room, and
Monica hit him hard in the head with the box! His tan scaled body fell limp to the ground, an erection
in his standard issue panties. As the lizard was dropped, Wyatt grabbed a key card from his body,
yanking it off and taking it to the beaten up lock.
There was a soft buzz and a pixelated item pick up sound as the box opened wide! A pair of black
and white revolvers lay on a red velvet backing, each of them crossed. One looked like it was made to
be wielded left handed and the other right handed. Each of the rabbits took up one of the firearms,
Monica grasping the black revolver and Wyatt the white. There was a certain weight to them that felt
powerful in a wordless way.
“Well, these are cool” Monica said bluntly. She turned the black revolver over in her hand. The
text ‘4ngel4arm’ was engraved on the side of it. “Definitely some reference. Maybe cut due to
copyright, since it’s so close to the original thing.” She theorized aloud.
Wyatt shrugged and popped the cylinder of his revolver out. “Maybe. And they’re loaded
already.” He stated. “Wonder what they do, since they seem so important.” The rabbit held the revolver
in his hands firmly, taking a few steps away from the box that contained the twin revolvers. He
stationed himself at the doorway, slowly looking around from side to side, checking and clearing the
hallway.
Monica approached from behind. Her head poked over top the lop eared head of her brother. The
taller bunny looked forward and pointed ahead of herself. Wyatt’s gaze followed her gesture. There was
an elevator fully operational, beeping and chiming away as if nothing was happening. Slowly and
carefully, the pair sneaked into the elevator.
“Oh, look at the buttons. There’s one for the very top of this place, the boss area.” She said
bluntly. “Guess we should get going? We had pretty good luck so far.” The rabbit was a little more than
optimistic as she held her revolver. As she finished talking, both of their necklaces started to squeeze
and choke them out.

Wyatt crossed his arms. “We can’t just go in with nothing but two revolvers and a pair of half
empty pistols. We need to shop around, try to find some more items and weapons to better our odds.”
He firmly stated his position of it. The choking of the necklaces grew a little tighter as he spoke.
“Well, I want to go on and do the fight so we can at least get it over with and say we got to the
end.” Monica proclaimed. “Wouldn’t it be embarrassing to see that we died not even five minutes into
this? On the basement floor?” She argued, trying to reason with Wyatt and make him see it from her
position. Aiming for the pride of a job well done was her main way to get him to do what she wanted.
“Plus, I think these things might have some benefit when together. I mean, they were in the same box in
a specific shape together, so….” Monica continued to tempt Wyatt to her point of view of going to the
final fight early.
There was silence from the smaller rabbit, his eyes closed and brow furrowed. After a moment or
so, he begrudgingly sighed and pressed the button of the elevator, sending the two of them to the top.
The ride upward was rather awkward and quiet, neither of them having much to say. Each of the bunny
siblings kept to their side of the elevator, simply biding time. It took roughly three to four minutes.
Then the doors opened, revealing the rather pristine room waiting for them, the entrance to the boss
area dead ahead.
Monica and Wyatt walked out the doorway of the elevator at the same time, the two suited up
bunnies going to fight for little more than glory. They walked with purpose towards large doors, the
brass handles reflecting their steely eyed look. The two of them knew what to do. They’ve been up this
road many times before, typically with better equipment. The fight ahead required all of their focus and
it wouldn’t even be the main event.
The doors were shoved open by the two rabbits exerting a little too much force. Then, the
moment they saw other people, they drew their twin revolvers. Within the room before the final boss
was a large library, one that looked surprisingly empty. There were ten high ranking guards lounging in
the private library, so missing one or two bullets shouldn’t be bad. All they had were the twelve bullets
each gun came with. Monica and Wyatt descended upon the collection of Spade workers.
None of the elite Spade operatives were ready for the sudden flurry of bullets flying at them!
Wyatt had remarkably better aim than Monica. That was in part thanks to his own dragon necklace, but
also due to how his sister was almost blindly fanning the hammer on her own revolver. The combined
efforts fell seven guards in the room. A golden retriever girl fell over her own weapon as it was
forming, making the shotgun start glitching out within her corpse. A pair of calico cat twins fell over,
the male and female felines barely able to draw their weapons. A squid, a hawk, a shaggy white furred
dog, and a cassowary; one by one they all fell in the quick flurry of revolver rounds.
Each of the three remaining guards ran for cover, diving behind short bookshelves as the
tranquility of their break room was disrupted. Shouts of commands and call outs to each other rang out
into the library, being undercut by the soft and calming music that flooded the room. The shootout was
short lived, only because of the bunny’s lack of ammunition. It was not time to fight scrappy and fly by
the seat of their pants.
Monica and Wyatt both dived forward nearly in sync, grabbing weapon cards on the ground. The
specialty weapon summoning tags that the elites carried were more or less a random grab bag of
whatever could be useful or not. Specialty items like these were often made explicitly for the elite

guard themself! Even to the point where it took their hand alone to activate and draw the weapon from
its card.
The taller bunny grabbed one card and forced it into the hand of its matching corpse, moving the
cassowary’s hand to activate it. The device sprung to life and materialized a large spear with a pair of
wing guards at the head of it! As she gained a new weapon, Monica instantly threw it forward without
any hesitation, spearing one of the three remaining guards through the head with its silver spearhead. A
cute blue frog boy had its head split open, a critical hit that made a small bout of lighting flare up
around the impact.
Wyatt likewise grabbed a card and forced it into the hands of its late owner. The little grey device
rapidly transformed into a bayonet touting rifle in the hands of the squid! Its iron sights curved into the
shape of a heart upon looking down them, a dull red mahogany look to the wooden exterior of the gun.
The shorter rabbit witnessed his sister throwing her only weapon away. He noticed a dull green rabbit
girl standing with what look liked a poison ivy whip reared back and ready to strike well before Monica
did. With a decisive squeeze of the trigger, the rifle fired a shot! It sent a foot long bolt of metal directly
through the lapine’s chest, puncturing soft tit meat and sending her flying to the wall, where she was
pinned by the sheer force of the projectile.
As the two other survivors of the initial attack were defeated, the third rose from behind the
bookshelf cover. A griffin woman stood tall with a large handgun, a revolver that looked like it held
three large shells in place of the traditional six shooter both the bunnies had. The Spades uniform
definitely helped with how hot and sexy her body was. With the gun aimed towards Wyatt, the only
perceived threat due to his ranged weapon, the griffin was ready to strike.
Monica covered her brother in the same way he covered her! She took up the spear with the frog
still attached to it and ran like hell. The bloodied silver was pointed directly at the griffin lady as she let
out a loud scream, an echoing war cry that distracted the last remaining elite. The blue frog boy fell off
of her spear, the lighter weight making it easier to thrust the bladed tip deep into the guts of the griffin!
A silver spear head appeared dripping from the other side of the griffin’s midsection.
The scene was only made more chaotic as Wyatt grew aware of his would be attacker. He focused
the rifle onto her and shot again, the metal bar shooting out like a rocket! The bar this time went
straight through the head of the chimera avian, using so much force in a single burst that it bent her
over onto her back! At this point, Monica would withdraw her spear, saving it from the same
destructive power of the rather accurate rifle shot.
“Alright.” Monica sighed out, panting. Her arms were tense, the suit along her body ruffled and
wrinkled. “That was a good go at it!” She said with elation. “We got our new weapons, we got the boss
up ahead, lets just get going!” The taller rabbit was practically bouncing as she spoke, the spear’s butt
jammed into the carpeted floor.
Huffing as he chambered another round in his rifle, Wyatt grinned a wide and mischievously
malicious smile. “You know what? Sure. I really like this thing.” His voice was low and enthusiastic,
even if he didn’t meet the explosive levels his sister had. “You lead the way. I’ll follow behind with
this.” He spoke simply, firmly. His blood was boiling! It was obvious to tell how excited and energized
he was just by the twitching in his leg through his equally ruffled suit.

The taller rabbit chuckled with the enthusiasm of her shorter, older brother. “Alright, don’t need
to tell me twice!” Monica said triumphantly, if not with a cocky tone. She strode over to the large door
to the final boss area, pushing against it with her spear in hand. The weight and heft of the door was
something to marvel in of itself.
It only took a moment or two before the tall rabbit managed to shove the great door open. The
library behind the sibling bunnies would fade away as they pushed forward into a final fight, their
respective weapons held in hand. Monica pierced the veil into the warm room first. Wyatt followed
close behind, four or five steps back from his sister.
The boss room was grand. It was a lot more like a true challenge one would expect in sharp
contrast to the calm and tame break room right before it. The walls were dark and foreboding, dull
stone bricks illuminated by flickering torch light. Monica and Wyatt, wearing suits and holding semi
modern looking weapons, stood out like a sore thumb in the dungeon like arena.
Ten steps in. The large doors shut behind the pair. The entire room was empty save for boxes and
crates stacked up in pointless positions, a halfassed attempt at faux cover. There was almost no noise in
the dungeon like arena, almost as if the two bunnies were being stalked. It was like they were prey.
Suddenly, a strike from nowhere! A flurry of knives came from the side, a shadowy figure darting
away after throwing them. The boss of the week made their presence known with a dirty sneak attack!
Monica and Wyatt threw themselves to the ground, making the collection of flying blades miss
them. Monica was the first to strike, charging after the shadowy, vulpine figure as they darted to a stack
of crates. Her spear was out forward, the silver blade of its front pointed directly towards the fox in
dark clothing. With a pull back and a toss, the wing like guard of the spear head flew forward, the metal
wings flapping as it drew itself closer to the target!
The spear stabbed itself through the midsection of the quick fox, ripping apart their dark robes. In
a blow that would otherwise mortally wound anyone else, puncturing through the intestines and liver,
the vulpine kept moving! They would turn on a dime just to charge the taller rabbit down in return,
letting out a guttural screech as they leapt for Monica with a pair of glowing gold daggers bared!
Wyatt let loose a pair of shots. Twin bolts of metal flew through the air and impacted the fox right
through the chest and head, sending their body flying helplessly through the air. The bolts traveled
straight through their body, smashing and leaving dents on the stone brick walls behind. His mahogany
and heart designed gun grew cold, the ammunition within it completely expended.
There was a low, victorious hum rising in the air. Monica panted, gasping as she laid underneath
the dead fox. Her hand gently pressed their limp body away, trying to free herself from the weight
pinning down on her. The spear she carried pierced her in return, right in the belly button!
“I-I think they’re dead.” Monica said with a low voice. “I think we… ouch… got through all
three lives that quickly.” She laughed softly as she tried to shove the fox off of her. The spear
embedded in her body was yanked out as well, the black and white suit now stained with blood. “Now I
for sure can’t return this.”
Wyatt looked down at his sister with a disappointed sigh. “Melodramatic rabbit.” He spoke
simply, loudly, just to make sure that she heard. From his suit pocket, he threw a healing vial onto his

sister, making Monica’s wounds clear up in an instant! The spear was shot out from her body and
helplessly clanked on the floor.
At the other end of the boss arena, there was a loud creaking and clanking. The stone brick doors
slowly opened to reveal the prize they were after. Well, neither of the rabbits had anything in mind
other than beating the game for fun and the trial of it, but a reward was nice, too! Each of them walked
over, gazing into the bright glow of a little nook. Stone bricks revealed a pedestal, a pair of crowns
hovering over it. Monica and Wyatt gingerly took their respective crowns, holding them up.
The crowns themselves felt more like paper-mache than actual metal. As the rabbits held them,
they dissipated into the air, the lack luster reward for their effort having been claimed. A loud pop up in
front of them read ‘Spades badge added to your inventory!’ then a second pop up read ‘Join the Spades
team today!’ The congratulations and job notification in such quick succession was a little suffocating.
Monica sighed and crossed her arms. She looked at the notifications and then to her brother. He
wore a similar disappointed expression.
“Want to go get coffee?” The taller rabbit asked nonchalantly.
“Sure.” Wyatt replied. “Got nothing better to do. I’ll pay for it.” He offered.