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Time · 7/09/2020 12:24 am

It really is a 👀

autumnlibrarian16 · 7/09/2020 9:38 am

👀👀 this is so good! I love your writing, Riri

TwoPunchAxel · 7/09/2020 11:26 am

this be epicly

HungryCat1 · 7/10/2020 4:20 am

👀

riribunni · 7/17/2020 10:31 am

Chapter Five
[now playing: kindling by daniel koestner]

Kat couldn’t believe herself. It was the day of the tournament, everyone was there, and she was painfully late.

Every bad thing in the world could have happened to her this morning. She woke up with her hair in terrible knots, couldn’t find her performance bag anywhere after she set it out the night before, and her eight alarms failed to wake her from her sleep. The ninth alarm finally awoke her-- the ninth alarm out of ten.

It was currently 3 PM and she was due for a fight in less than an hour. Yet, here she was, tapping her foot at a painful speed; glaring at the predicted train sign as if it would make the Limited Express to the stadium come any faster.

Kat scrunched up her nose at the grumble her stomach let out, praying that no one else on the platform was paying any attention to something other than their phone. I wish I made something to eat. And I forgot to replace the snack in my bag…

“Kat, is that you?” a voice chimed, causing Kat to flick her glare up frmo the concrete and turn to look at the source of the voice. Striding over was a familiar, short dog-hybrid-- Kat’s neighbor from across the street. She had met the dog-hybrid as her next door neighbor at first, gradually warming up to the other girl as they found they shared many second semester classes together.

“Good morning, Jack,” Kat said, voice lacking intonation as she gave a non-hostile smile. I probably look like I’m dying, don’t I? she thought, cringing inwardly.

“Good morning,” Jack responded, waving the hand she had free, her right hand grasping a small tote, a backpack slung over her back.

“Whatcha got there?” Kat asked, motioning to the tote bag.

Jack’s eyebrows raised, shocked at the question. “Oh! Ah, that’s just some food my mom packed for me. I’m going to...watch the tournament today?” Jack grimaced at the ending of her sentence.

Kat didn’t seem to take much notice. “Sounds fun. I am as well,” she responded, eyes still on the food bag. “Uh, where’s your seat?”

Jack followed Kat’s unwavering gaze, shifting the tote in her hand. “My seat’s 5F454,” she awkwardly laughed, switching the tote to her other hand. “Uh, are you okay?”

Kat jolted. “Oh! Yeah, god, I’m sorry. I forgot to eat this morning. One track mind,” the siren chuckled, feeling a slight dissipation of the tension between the two.

“Do...you want something?” Jack offered, arm jerkily holding up, her dog ears perked up in interest.

“No, no, I couldn’t,” Kat said, waving her hand back and forth as she tore her eyes away from the bag. “That’d be rude of me.”

Jack was already rustling through her tote, pulling out a plastic wrapped-sandwich and handing it to Kat. “My mom packed me three sandwiches. She overpacks a lot.”

Kat shook her head. “I won’t accept it,” she said. “It’s rude of me to--”

Kat was interrupted by the loud growl of her stomach. Her eyes widened in embarrassment before sheepishly taking the sandwich, tucking it into her bag. “Thank you.”

“Nah, no problem,” Jack said, shrugging. “Mom always said it’s better to share with people. ‘Food tastes better when other people can appreciate it too,’” she mimicked, a fond smile falling over her face.

The smile was contagious-- it had taken over a small part of Kat as well. “Your mother sounds like a kind woman.”

“She’s great,” Jack said, voice lilting on a giggle. Quickly, she stifled her laugh, her lips drawn into a tight line. “Sorry. That sounded weird.”

“Don’t stress it,” Kat said, shaking her head. Her voice was growing quieter despite speaking at the same volume. Looking at the source of the muting effect, both watched the train pull into the station and moved out of the way for the doors to open, only a few people disembarking.

Jack nodded at Kat awkwardly, the two boarding the train. A buzz in Kat’s pocket caused her to divert her attention from the social interaction and to her phone.

“Oh,” Kat exclaimed softly. “Looks like Joker lost this battle. Shame, I was kinda rooting for him.”

“Yeah, same,” Jack said with a sigh. “Good stage presence. Pendulum’s cool too.”

Kat nodded. Her leg was bouncing from her seat. “There’s…two filler battles and an ad break till Solamoon and Opera Ghost, right?”

Jack looked up in thought. “Yeah,” she responded, nodding. “I think so. You memorized the schedule, huh?”

Kat gave a scoff, although there was no harsh intention behind it. “Yeah, I guess I was…excited.” Her leg bounced even faster.

“You good?” Jack asked. “Your leg—“

“I’m good! Just hungry. And,” Kat said, laughing awkwardly, “Uh, it’s rude to eat on trains, you know? So I don't wanna risk it here.”

Jack hummed in agreement. “Yeah.”

The conversation ended with that, both popping in their earbuds— Kat focusing on the Rhythm Access battle playing out on her screen, and Jack gazing out the window.

~

[now playing: airplane mode - RXPHY remix by limbo]

Abyss watched the wide-screen TV in the fighter lobby with keen eyes, tracking Opera Ghost’s quick and light movements and watching the needles thrown by the masked enigma. Solamoon’s chakrams were flicked from side to side to block as many needles as she could, aiming for an opening and firing.

Solamoon had won, the younger fixing her pigtails as she gracefully bowed on stage. The stadium flooring was shining a bright gold for the space-themed fighter, visual effects of glitter showering over the stadium. Abyss turned her attention away from the TV as the fighters exchanged a peaceful handshake, the redhead accepting her defeat gracefully, with a calm face.

The doors leading to the arena slid open, both returning in, slightly frazzled but still intact.

“Solamoon, you did great!” Concerto gushed, chatting it up with the fighter. Opera Ghost gave an attempt at a friendly wave, hurrying into a changing pod. Guess she had places to be.

Abyss stared up at the ceiling, ignoring the hum of the next filler battle on TV. My next battle is with Bunni, right?

Abyss brought her vision back down, looking around the room. “Has anyone seen Bunni?”

“I’m afraid not,” Solamoon called to Abyss. “She could be hiding in a beam or under a chair, knowing her. Or she pulled a dumb stunt and ran out to go grab something from a convenience store while in costume.”

Abyss sighed. “Why does she do stuff like that? It won’t get her anywhere.”

A tall fighter in a balaclava shrugged. “No idea, man. I fought her once and lost.”

“Oh, that sucks. You’re…Strigoi, right?” Abyss said, thinking up the name.

The tall fighter nodded. “That’s my name. Yeah, I thought it would have been easy. She can match moves pretty quick. I have no idea what kind of training she does, but she’s pretty good. At Solamoon’s level.”

“For real?!” Abyss exclaimed, eyes widening. “Solamoon’s the best fighter here, how could she be at her level?”

“She’s lost against Solamoon a few times,” Concerto noted, jumping over the cushion-lined pit and tucking into a comfortable seat. “But her losses have really only been against Solamoon. Pretty impressive, honestly.”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Solamoon said, her face heating up at the attention. “Trust me, she’s an interesting opponent. You have her next, don’t you?”

Abyss nodded. “I don’t know much about her. Haven’t bothered to pay attention.” Another changing pod slid open, a random fighter pacing through and focusing over by the drink counter at the side.

“You have, like, ten minutes,” Strigoi said. “Uh, look up her performance reel or something. On her Statmix profile, right?”

“You operate like a ninety year old man on a Nokia phone,” Borealis called from her bean bag, twirling her microphone in her hand.

“Something’s got the princess’ hair in a knot,” Concerto whispered, side-eyeing the other fighter.

Borealis rolled her eyes, opting to flick her phone open instead of interacting.

“Whatever,” Strigoi said. “Ignore her. I’d rather focus on cool battles. Those are more engaging than wasting my time on her.”

Abyss seemed to have focused on her phone already, soft clashing noises and shouts of fighters playing from her speakers. She felt the cushion behind her crease as someone leaned behind her, but didn’t pay it any mind; watching the digital capture of Bunni and Strigoi brawl instead.

“Y’know, she might not show,” Solamoon murmured, watching Abyss’s phone over her shoulder.

Abyss shrugged, attempting to analyze the footage running at a mile per minute. A bracelet-gloved hand reached over her shoulder, tapping on the video settings to render it at a slower speed than before. Abyss murmured her thanks in response, muting the slow audio.

“Abyss, Bunni? You’re on in five,” the handler fairy said again, walking through the sliding doors. The call jolted Abyss out of her analytic trance, pocketing her phone.

Abyss exhaled, grasping her double-ended axe next to her. “Bunni isn’t here?” she asked in disbelief, straightening her tailcoat. “If she doesn’t show up, what’ll happen?”

Solamoon shrugged. “She’s known for showing up last minute. On the bright side, you could probably get a default win--”

“That’s lame in its entirety and you know it,” Borealis shot from across the room. “I’d love to see her show up late, that’ll knock her down a peg.”

Abyss scowled, nodding in agreement with Borealis’ words. “She really should have prepared properly, at least attempt to show up on time.”

“Good luck,” Solamoon said, placing a hand on Abyss’ shoulder. “It’ll be fine.”

Abyss responded with a strong nod, confident in what’s coming next as she flipped her axe in her grip, making her way over to the left side of the stadium tunnels.

As Abyss walked away, a changing pod door slid open and out tumbled a bunny-masked fighter. Clutched in her grasp was a convenience store iced coffee cup, the straw attached to it magically clipping through her mask as she finished it off. “Yo, am I too late?!” she exclaimed, voice panicky, adjusting her folded-up scythe on her back. “I honest to god forgot there was coffee here, but then I remembered that the coffee sucked--”

“Two minutes, Ms. Bunni,” the fairy deadpanned. Bunni nodded, tossing the cup into the trash and hurtling towards the right side of the tunnels.

“Thank you so much!” Bunni called over her shoulder, her voice drowning out by the echo of the tunnel. Bunni huffed as she bolted down the hallway, hearing the beep for her opponent’s gate opening resound through the hall, the muffled broadcasted cheers causing adrenaline to pump through her veins.

Showtime.

Jack · 7/17/2020 10:58 am

yay we got some new character interactions!! and battle time 👀👀

7/17/2020 12:28 pm

Oooh!!! This is fantastic!!

meerkat · 7/17/2020 12:47 pm

aaah i love the character dynamics!! great chapter hehe-

Time · 7/17/2020 12:49 pm

Why did you have to post when I'm working on other stuff man I'm going to get distracted out of want to read this chapter lol

SongOfStorms · 7/17/2020 1:07 pm

heck yeah character interactions! amazing writing riri!
looks like there's gonna be a fight next chapter 👀 im excited

Time · 7/17/2020 1:36 pm

Ok I just finished my stuff and now read this.

I really liked it! Character interactions are always great! I liked how we kinda got to see how fighters hang out in the waiting lounge place!

SpecterTheGreat · 7/17/2020 2:32 pm

Aaah this is great 👀
I love how the music complements the writing perfectly! Can't wait to read the next battle hehehe and I'll say I adore how you portray the character interactions. They seem... realistic.

Astra · 7/17/2020 3:27 pm

your character interactions are gREAT

this chapter is so good akldslskfdslk

HungryCat1 · 7/17/2020 8:55 pm

"couldn’t find her performance bag anywhere after she set it out the night before, and her eight alarms failed to wake her from her sleep."

Quite relatable

autumnlibrarian16 · 7/18/2020 11:08 pm

👀 ooh, fantastic chapter!! like other have said, this really has some amazingly written character interactions and it's really fun to read

riribunni · 7/19/2020 3:01 am

Chapter Six

“Our next battle has two fighters of great prowess. The first fighter; the serpentine waterbender of Rhythm Access, Abyss!”

Abyss dashed forwards into the stadium, her hands flowing into elaborate movements to control her powers. Water drew together in the air as she bolted up her creation and jumped from the highest pillar she created; landing on the ground with a flourish. She felt the glowy panel beneath her feet lower slightly as the water drained out beneath her.

“The second fighter; deceptive and quick, Bunni!”

Abyss rolled her neck in an effort to pop out any tension, watching as the gate across the stadium’s floor rose open. Out of the doors burst a flood of baby’s breath flower blossoms, the bunny-masked fighter skipping through the flurry and into the stadium without a care. Her backpack was oddly shaped, resting on her lower back, bouncing with her movements.

Abyss stared in disbelief at the other fighter. “...You gotta be kidding me,” she whispered under her breath. Where’s her weapon?!

“Fighters, ready!” the announcer shouted, voice reverberating off the stadium walls. Abyss held her axe crossed in front of her, hands ready to break it apart at a moment’s notice.

Bunni was standing there, rocking back and forth on her heels. The little squeaks of her converse were almost too loud as she swayed in the anticipation-packed silence.

What is she doing?! Abyss exclaimed internally, shaking her head to ignore how her opponent wasn’t preparing whatsoever.

“3!”

Bunni seemed to have fascinated herself with a baby’s breath blossom, playing with the flower’s miniscule petals between her fingers. Abyss rolled her shoulders back, eyes flicking over Bunni’s stature.

“2!”

Is she...wearing a backpack? she questioned, squinting at the edges of metal behind the back of the other girl.

“1!” the announcer shouted. Abyss was vibrating with adrenaline, ready to spring at a moment’s notice. It was barely a seven second run to get to the other girl, it would be easy work to knock her down.

“FIGHT!”

[now playing: Caramelldansen by Caramella Girls]

This was where Abyss stuttered in her footing as she heard the familiar, Swedish song that started to blare through the speakers. Shaking off her initial shock, she bolted forwards in time with the rise of the music, combat boots slamming against the rainbow-colored-pulsing floor. Bunni didn’t from her spot, the fighter now playing with the straps of her backpack.

Abyss brought her axe forwards in a sweep, aiming straight for Bunni’s gut—

No contact.

Abyss stumbled slightly, quickly refooting herself, eyes flicking around. “Where’d she—”

Over the bass vibrating throughout the walls Abyss made out a click, the horned fighter snapping around as quick as she could.

The next scene Abyss could only process in slow motion. Leaping in the air towards her was Bunni, a scythe unfolding behind her as she brought it back and down in a brutal swinging motion.

The scythe took Abyss by shock, the fighter dodging the swing of the oversized blade. “What the heck?!” Abyss exclaimed, watching as Bunni recovered quickly, moving back towards her at a heightened speed. Abyss held her axe up, blocking the scythe’s next swing with the base of her axe.

“Hiiii!” Bunni shouted, voice muffled through the mask and quieted by the thrum of the music. “I’m Bunni, you’re Abyss, right?!”

“W-why are you making small talk?!” Abyss exclaimed, pushing her staff further.

Bunni shrugged, twisting the blade in the opposite direction as she planted the rubber-grip base of the scythe onto the ground, pulling off an elaborate swing and kick to Abyss’ footing.

Abyss jumped at the last second, avoiding Bunni’s kick and instead triggering the mechanism for her axe. The two pieces popped apart into separate blades, one being thrown into the ground and centimeters away from Bunni’s mask.

Bunni pulled herself up hastily, ducking to avoid the swings that Abyss started raining down. “Y’know, axe-ing me in the face would have been a serious crime,” Bunni laughed over the music, not swinging her scythe. She seemed like she was having too much fun dodging.

“Axe-ing isn’t even a real word!” Abyss yelled, more furious than before. She continued to swing erratically, focusing on trying to get a hit on Bunni.

“Yeah, but it’s fun!” Bunni chirped, taking the staff end of the scythe and started to block the slashes. The rabbit-masked fighter threw a peace sign over her shoulder as she looked to one of the hundreds of cameras filming them.

Abyss’ scowl snapped into a snarl, pushing forwards. She let out a huff as she saw Bunni’s grip falter slightly. “Why won’t you take this seriously?!”

Bunni mustered a sharp shove from nowhere, using that break to duck around the other fighter and kick her in the back of the knee. Abyss collapsed to the floor, scrambling to get back up and on her feet.

“The point is to have fun,” Bunni said, voice losing the childish lilt for a moment. Abyss only let out another frustrated shout, dashing forwards with the dual axes yet again.

Bunni two-stepped to the side, watching as the other fighter screeched to a halt, redirecting herself to go for Bunni again. Abyss had picked up bits of Bunni’s technique— not fighting, guerilla attacks, and excessive blocking with sprinkled defense. Abyss continued her charge, leaping forwards to gain higher ground, axes reared back to throw. It didn’t make sense. Erratic, impulsive—

Abyss was cut off by a blow to the gut, the crowd’s cheering hushing as the fighter went soaring midair.

Abyss tumbled onto the ground, axes creating an awful screech while she used them to slow her skidding down.

“You’re reckless!” Abyss shouted to Bunni, standing up, connecting her staffs together and starting a walk towards the other. “You—you don’t even try! What’s the point?!” The serpentine-fighter seemed to be seething with rage.

“To have fun!” Bunni shouted back, giving a twirl with the shout. “You need to enjoy yourself to become a good fighter!”

“I am enjoying myself!” Abyss defended, making her footsteps light as she started to walk in the opposite direction of Bunni, the two effectively circling each other.

“You seem like you’re in pain,” Bunni said, cocking her head to the side, free hand throwing up a pointer finger towards Abyss.

Abyss rolled her eyes. “Not for you to decide, rodent.”

Bunni tensed, turning to focus the mask’s lifeless eyes on Abyss. “What did you just call me?”

The music almost dulled into a low throb into Abyss’ head, the horned fighter smirking as she continued. “Didn’t you ever learn? Snakes eat rodents like you whole.”

That seemed to get a reaction out of Bunni. She swung her scythe from one hand to both, her right hand fiddling with the circular part.

“Why won’t you fight back?!” Abyss bellowed, beginning what she hoped to be her final charge. Both of her axes were in hand, the bases ready to merge. Abyss was focused, honing in on Bunni—

Only the blade of Bunni’s scythe came hurtling towards her, knocking her footing out and causing Abyss to faceplant on the floor.

Abyss lost count of the beats to the music, of the bass resounding throughout the stadium. All she could note was the high-pitched ringing in her head and the sore pain of her jaw from the impact of the ground. The neon lights flashing below her were blinding, she was planking on the stage floor and she knew she had to get up, she needed to get up—

“BUNNI WINS ROUND ONE!”

No. Nonononono. That couldn’t have been sixteen beats, that wasn’t, it didn’t happen!

Abyss lifted her head up, feeling a bit of liquid trickle on her face but she made no note of it.

Standing above her was Bunni, bladeless scythe staff laying on the ground next to her. Bunni’s hands were reaching down for Abyss, offering help to get her back up. “Good battle?” Bunni said, her voice peaking with a happy lilt. “I’ve never had to—”

Abyss smacked the hands away, rolling onto her back and standing up, back of her wrist coming to get the liquid on her face. “I don’t care,” she spat. “I want to wipe the grin I know you’re hiding under that childish mask straight off your face.”

Bunni shrugged. “Oh well. Don’t say I never tried. Say, uh, your nose—” Bunni motioned to where her upper lip presumably was, an indication for the other to touch her own.

Abyss lifted a finger up, gently touching the skin between her nose and lip. Drawing back the hand, she felt—

“Blood?!” she exclaimed, glaring at Bunni. “You did this to me!” she hissed, jabbing a finger in Bunni’s direction.

“Uh, technically, you were the one doing the Spongebob meme,” Bunni said, pushing Abyss’ hand down and to the other girl’s side. “Your fault for planking. Honestly, you could have, like, jumped to avoided it—”

Abyss rolled her eyes, collecting her axes and kicking Bunni’s blade towards her. “Take it. I don’t want it.”

“Well, we have another round left,” Bunni noted, reattaching the blade to her scythe. The neon lights and music finally dimmed out, leaving the stadium with the hum of the audience and a standard, light white glow from the lit plates beneath their feet.

“Good luck, yeah?” Bunni said, throwing a thumbs up to Abyss. Abyss rolled her eyes, stretching as the announcer shouted throughout the speakers again.

“And by the way!” Bunni shouted, interrupting the announcer who sputtered in offense. Abyss turned to look at Bunni, unimpressed.

“Don’t call me a rodent ever again.”

~

[now playing: Lights Out by Mindless Self Indulgence]

In the lobby, all the fighters were collected around the TV, watching the second round unfold.

“Oh, she’s mad,” Borealis grinned near-maniacally, sounding too happy about Abyss’ aggravation.

Solamoon clenched her fists together, muttering reassurances under her breath, even though she knew that Abyss couldn’t hear her. It was hard for her, watching the fighter she had mentored closely get destroyed in battle.

“So, Bunni’s probably gonna deck her, right?” Strigoi asked. “Also, did anyone else know Bunni’s scythe did that? I didn’t.”

“It’s a maintenance trick,” Concerto noted. “She takes the blade off to clean the gears, but this is the first time it's ever been detached in battle.”

Raven shrugged. “Abyss seems mad enough to do something stupid. She’ll either completely defeat Bunni or she’ll be planking again.”

“Anyone wanna make bets?” Borealis called from her chair. “I’ll buy, like, a smoothie for whoever wins. Which will be me, obviously.”

“You’re on,” Strigoi called. “Abyss’ winning for sure, I know it.”

“Bunni for me,” Raven responded.

“Finally, we agree on something,” Boeralis said from her chair, a smug grin on her face.

Raven shivered, putting a look of mock disgust on her face. “Don’t make me change my mind.”

Borealis rolled her eyes. “Yeah, whatever.”

~

Abyss lost the second round.

She couldn’t believe it. The first round felt like a mass hallucination in itself— she was beaten by what seemed like a gremlin in a bunny mask to a meme song from almost a whole century ago. The second round consisted of some happy hardcore song that apparently Bunni also knew. She had hopes halfway through when Bunni had landed on the floor and hesitated briefly in her recovery, but she lost when Bunni decided “Hey, let’s ditch the blade and fight using a staff instead!”

Stupid rabbit.

Abyss pressed the cotton scrap a medic gave her closer to her nose, sopping up what was left of the blood before crumpling the rag in her hand. I’ll need to get the gloves treated.

The door to the lobby came into sight, which had already slid open. Abyss could hear the cheers from the lobby, loud shouts and conversation filling her ears.

“...byss? Is she still getting her nose treated?” Solamoon’s voice was the first Abyss could recognize, and Abyss walked through the door at that moment.

The lobby died down a bit, chatter ceasing to a lull.

“...What? Are you all gonna just stare?” Abyss deadpanned, clearly annoyed. She leaned against one of the pillars as the door closed behind her.

“Are you still salty about the battle?” Bunni asked, cocking her head to the side in questioning. “It’s okay, I lose battles too!”

“I’m not irritated about that,” Abyss said, her voice restrained, her hand near her side clenching into a fist. “I’m angry because you don’t take this seriously.”

“Your definition of serious and mine vary greatly,” Bunni said, removing herself from the people surrounding her to move towards Abyss. “I’m here to have fun and get paid for it.”

“You clearly aren’t taking fighting seriously enough,” Abyss snapped. “You’re reckless and immature and that will get you nowhere.”

Bunni shrugged. “Well, I’m the current top fighter, sorry, Solamoon;” she said, waving towards the cyan and yellow-colored fighter. Solamoon gave a nod and a smile back. “And, I have a few contracts currently that help keep money coming. What I’m doing is working, clearly.”

“You’re just flaunting your skills to avoid intimidation,” Abyss scowled.

Bunni shook her head. “Honestly, I have no idea if that’s a manipulation tactic or not. Uh, anyways, does anyone want coffee? I’ll run back to the—”

“You were late to our battle because of that!” Abyss said, throwing her hands in the air.

Bunni flinched. “Yeah, but I showed up on time.” The fully-masked fighter sighed, adjusting her stance.

“You’re getting mad over problems in the past,” Bunni said, readjusting her mask. “Learn to let go and you’ll find more success.”

“That is the deepest thing I’ve ever heard you say,” Borealis interrupted. Both fighters turned to look at the blonde, who was twirling a microphone in her hand yet again.

“Honestly, stop trying to start a catfight, Abyss,” Borealis said, extending the blade between the two fighters.

“You lost too,” Abyss spat.

Borealis scrunched her nose, clearly disgusted by Abyss’ words. “Yeah, well, at least I’m not a sore loser. I may be sore for a bit, but I sure as well get over myself.”

A low hush of “ooh” rumbled through the lobby and Abyss sputtered. “Y-you—you know what, I’m not a sore loser!” Abyss turned to jab a finger aggressively at Bunni, her mouth drawn into a thin line.

“Good game,” she managed out through her grimace. She turned on the heel of her boot and with the flourish of her coat, opened a changing pod and left.

Bunni stared at the door where Abyss had left, returning her head to its upright position. “Well,” she laughed, turning to the group of people. “That was weird. I’ll run to the convenience store again, anyone want anything?”

~

Hours had passed since the festival, the mass event now over. Thunderstorm ran a hand through her damp hair as she leaned further to her laptop, looking at the result highlights posted on Rhythm Access’ website.

WINNERS: RAVEN, PENDULUM, SOLAMOON, BUNNI, CONCERTO

Thunderstorm couldn’t fight the scowl on her face as she scrolled through the footage of her battle. Frustration bubbled up in her as she watched the scythe blade get thrown at her feet so carelessly. She could have dodged that, she knew she could have. But she didn’t.

Thunderstorm groaned, taking a sip of the iced tea she had got from a convenience store hours before. The rainbow-flashing lights muted by the camera taunted her through the screen. She clenched her jaw as she saw Bunni stand there, not fighting, just dodging. Her frown worsened by the second, watching the fighter flourish without a care to her job.

An idea sparked into her head. She knew it was questionable, knew it had odd morals behind it. But it was for a reason. Clicking into a new tab, Thunderstorm opened a typable document. Her mouse hovered as she hesitated. Is this...really a good idea?Thunderstorm shook her head, ridding herself of her doubts as she typed with a newfound passion.

BUNNI CONSPIRACY FILE

Popping her neck, Thunderstorm started her flurry of typing. There has to be some sort of reason she acts the way she does, she reasoned with herself.

Time to search for the girl under the rabbit mask.

AshTheAvaricious · 7/19/2020 3:15 am

v nice
i like

SpecterTheGreat · 7/19/2020 3:18 am

Beautiful,,, that fight was so... I don't know, it was just really entertaning to read, with the music and stuff XD
Also that video seems cursed to me oops.

The last part tho,,, 👀 mystery!

meerkat · 7/19/2020 3:26 am

ooooooooh the teNsIOn be growin 👀👀👀

HungryCat1 · 7/19/2020 4:15 am

Once Caramelldansen starts playing, you know things are about to get real

TwoPunchAxel · 7/19/2020 5:44 am

dis be gettin intense

SongOfStorms · 7/19/2020 7:46 am

oh boi abyss is mad
she died as she lived... a meme
im excite 👀

xenon · 7/19/2020 12:28 pm

This is so good! I love how you match different scenes to different songs - it fits with the lore and builds the mood really well! Can't wait to read more!

7/19/2020 12:29 pm

0: oooh, drama!

EchoDraws · 7/19/2020 1:36 pm

OwO we be gettin' some d r a m a