“Well that was fucking amazing,” the player continued to fangirl, “you literally saved our asses just now! Me and my friends are going clubbing tonight wanna come with?”
She added to her proposal with a sly wink.
“I DON’T think so,” you said as you walked past her and stood beside Butterfli3, “we have better things to do.”
“Like what?” she shot at you.
“Like,” you paused and looked down at Butterfli3’s arm, “oh my god! Your arm! Holy heck, it’s a lot worse closer up. ”
You gently held the blackened, charred hand up- that had been holding the sword when the lightening from the dragon’s attack had hit it, and looked it over.
“I’ll heal that in just a second,” you commented, “then, we’re heading to our dream home that we’ve just bought, and then getting engaged,” you added smuggly.
“Ah damn it, well congratulations, I guess,” the fangirl player huffed, “I own a shop here so if there’s anything I can do to repay you, Butterfli3…”
“Very kind of you,” he replied politely, “what shop do you own?”
“A seamstress shop,” she replied proudly, “so if you want me to make you a brand new, dope ass cloak, just say the word.”
“Actually…” Butterfli3 said as he looked at you, “there is something you can make for me… well not me, exactly, but for my lovely girlfriend here.”
The players face fell.
“What do you want?” she said as she narrowed her eyes at you.
“Umm, I don’t know?” you replied, confused, looking at Butterfli3 for an explanation.
“There’s a certain onesie you have been wanting… isn’t there, O/N?”
“Onesie?… Oh my god, yes! A Fox onesie. I have enough pelts too!” you squealed, bouncing up and down on the spot, “please could you make it for me, please?” you begged the female player.
“Ugh, fine…but only because it’s for Butterfli3…in a round about way…”
In another half hour you had entered her shop then emerged from her shop wearing the cutest fox onesie you had ever seen in your life.
“Look!” you squealed excitedly as you exited the shop and ran towards Butterfli3.
He blushed and had a nosebleed right there on the spot.
“BUTTERFLI3?! Oh my god, you’re bleeding. I didn’t even know that was possible?” you gasped, “how did that happen?”
“Umm, well…” he mumbled, covering his nose instantly, “I saw you in the fox onesie and I… I…”
“No, no, I don’t need to know how the nosebleed happened,” you laughed, “I was more asking how does the game allow nosebleeds?!”
“Well the nervegear taps into the emotional system in the brain and can determine what emotion you’re feeling and register it to your face so it must know I’m…that I—,”
“Ok, ok, say no more,” you said, frantically waving your arms for him to stop talking.
“I really like the fox onesie,” He added softly, his eyes almost love heart shaped as he ogled you.
“So do I!” you replied excitedly, “but for slightly different reasons to you…I think…”
Butterfli3 was so captivated that he didn’t even reply your statement, just choosing to stare instead as you turned and made your way back to where you had left the wagon.
“So? Onward and forward?” you asked as you hopped up into the wagon seat.
“Uh… there’s been a slightly change in plans…” he replied hesitantly as he hopped up onto the wagon seat beside you, “Grizzlee replied my message about Anarchy_Lord and it’s been said there he’s going back through each level now acting like a prophet and standing on street corners, preaching warnings about how players need to ‘change their ways’ or they’ll get the wrath of the game lord’s poured out onto them.”
You rolled your eyes. “Seriously? Who does this guy think he is? And then what? He just pulls some random monster from a higher level and destroys people and cities? That’s not fair.”
“No, it’s not fair, I agree, and it’s making me angry. I have to put a stop to him.” Butterfli3 said with an almost growl in his voice.
“And you’re the only one who can, too,” you gushed, leaning in and kissing him on the cheek, “let’s go sort this asshole out!”
He nodded with a smile. “Thank you for being so supportive, O/N.”
“Boy, I would follow you to the ends of the earth to pick a flower. I’m just happy to be with you,” you replied emphatically with a grin.
He chuckled softly. “You’re funny, O/N. I like that.”
He pulled on the reins and turned the horse and wagon around then back out the gate, heading to level 11 where he had last seen Anarchy going.
The trip back to level 11 went very quickly and you started getting a little anxious about the meeting between Anarchy_Lord and Butterfli3.
“I mean… things could end quite peacefully really? Anarchy seems to think highly of Butterfli3 so he might just back down and stop bringing monsters in? OR? He could turn major douche and go completely insane…”
Somehow you were leaning on the more ‘insane’ part.
Butterfli3 was getting updates from Grizzlee via the in game messaging app and thankfully Anarchy was still on level 11. He had set himself up on the main street and was yelling about ‘repentance’ and ‘retribution’ and silently you were hoping to get good punch in on this guy too if the opportunity presented itself.
As you approached the furtherest end of the city, you could hear a commotion inside and Butterfli3 stopped the wagon to talk to someone passing by.
“What’s going on up ahead?” Butterfli3 asked.
“Just some nut job who thinks his purpose is to convert people but we have NO idea what he’s going on about. When we ask him what we’re supposed to be ‘repenting’ for he always replies with, ‘repent for defiling the game!’ I don’t even know what that’s supposed to mean?!”
“Hmmm,” Butterfli3 replied with a wrinkled brow, “ok, thank you, I’Il talk to him.”
“HA! Good luck!” the passerby snorted.
Butterfli3 urged the wagon on and you could see an angry crowd had gathered around Anarchy who was still screaming from their midst.
“Anarchy Lord! We need to talk!” Butterfli3 called loudly over the crowd.
At the sound of Butterfli3’s voice the throng of people fell silent, many of the players recognizing Butterfli3’s username immediately and stepping back to make room.
Anarchy looked up and called out with joy when he saw Butterfli3.
“Our Lord had arrived! He will bring divine retribution on you all!”
Butterfli3 looked confused and a whisper went though the crowd of spectators.
“Uh, Anarchy_Lord, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but if I may have a word with you in private…?” Butterfli3 asked, glancing hesitantly at the odd looks he was getting from people nearest him.