Friendship is a Game

Micro

Swinging his beam katana, Micro batted a shoulder cannon blast away.

“Come on and just take that mask off,” he calls over to the predator. “I want to say the quote.”

He just receives a growl as the Predator cloaks itself again. Micro chuckles.

“Not so fast big boy.” He twists his fingers and taps into the nature magic he learnt from Winter. Even though he didn’t see it, he felt the leaves and vines move out of the way for the invisible threat. Grinning, he slams a hand into the ground and a small geyser of mud shoots up around the cloaked figure. “Got ya.”

The Predator uncloaked and the shoulder cannon popped out again. Before a blast could be fired however, a blur of rose petals shot past it and the cannon fell to the ground.

“Don’t think so,” Scoots smirks. The predator tries to swing an arm blade at the tomboy when his arm was wrapped in Sweetie’s snake blade. Dropping from the trees, Sweetie glows with the red energy of Enhance Self as the ground anchors her feet. Micro couldn’t help but stare a bit. She was badass and that Ivy outfit showed off her body perfectly.

Snapping out of his daze, Micro rose a pillar up around the other arm and its legs. Scoots smiled and readyed her Kama to go for its head when suddenly-

“HOLD IT!”

Sweetie’s sword nearly slips from her hands as she jumps as Shiro comes out of the woods behind her. Micro raises another pillar around the Predator’s other arm allowing Sweetie to spin on her boyfriend and snap.

“What!”

“I didn’t get to say the best quote but I'm going to say the next best!” Shiro says back. Sweetie and Scoots look at him in confusion as Micro just face palms. Shiro walks right up to the creature and rips off its mask revealing its face. Its mouth opened up in a growl of anger. “You are one ugly mother fucker.”

He takes a deep breath and turns to Scoots.

“Ok. You can take his head now.”

Scoots rolls her eyes and zips over, taking the Predator’s head. As it falls, the body and forest fade away leaving only the shoulder cannon and a telescoping spear that Shiro claims immediately while Micro Inventories the shoulder cannon to work into a new suit of armor.

“Well then,” Micro sighs. “Let’s move on shall we?”

The girls nod and start off down the hall. As Micro goes to head after them, Shiro wraps an arm around his shoulders and smirks.

“I saw you checking Sweetie out,” he says. Micro just raises an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah...and you know I already find her hot. I also know you’ve been checking out Scoots.”

“Shocked she’s not wearing at least some shorts under that skirt,” he says. “Not that I’m complaining but…” he stares after the girls in a day dream like state for a moment before turning back to Micro. “Anyway...since we are already on a double date, maybe at the end…”

Micro makes the connection easily and blushes a bit.

“Oh! Um...well…” Stares at Sweetie’s mostly exposed rear. “...If they’re game then I am.”

“Great! So does that mean that I finally have the chance to get with Perl?”

Up ahead the girls look over their shoulders and see Micro face palming.

“One guess what they’re talking about,” Sweetie jokes. Scoots just giggles before eying up Sweetie.

“Considering what you’re wearing…” she mutters, just barely loud enough for Sweetie to hear. The Ivy clad girl grins at her friend.

“I can tell they aren’t the only ones interested.” She puts a finger to her lips in thought. “Though I wonder how they would keep themselves busy while we go at it?”

The two girls share another giggle, both knowing it would be Shiro and Perl if anything, but both also having the Yaoi fantasy play through their heads. They’re so distracted that they almost walk into the wall holding the final doors. Catching up to them, the boys look up and on one they see a cross made of bayonets. On the other were a pair of guns forming an upside down cross. Micro took half a second to process what they meant before letting out a bark of laughter.

“No,” he chuckles exasperated. “No. No. Fuck that. No!”

“Oh come on,” a deep voice said from behind the gun door. “Give me a hug.”

“I may literally embrace chaos but even I have to say no to that,” Shiro agrees. “I’ll take a fight we can possibly win over a nigh unkillable beast.”

“Pussy,” the voice says.

“Technically he’s right,” Sweetie says before Shiro can respond.

“HA!”

“I need to watch more shows,” Scoots sighs. “I have no idea what’s going on here.”

“Long story short, we are fighting a priest with knives and super durability,” Micro says. “Because we are not opening that door!”

“Eat me! Don’t forget to write!”

Micro looks up to the ceiling sighing as he opens the door with the bayonets. Stepping in, they find themselves in what looks like a cathedral. At the pulpit was a muscly man wearing priest robes with blonde hair and glasses.

“Lookie what we have here,” he says with a heavy Irish accent. “A bunch of bloody heathens!”

“Hey!” Micro calls back. “I’m a fuck mothering Gamer! I’ve trained a lot to get to a high level so I deserve to be referred to by my title.”

“As for me,” Shiro says. “Total heathen. The goat orgy is at midnight if you want to swing by.”

“These kids are pretty funny, huh Anderson!” the other voice could still be heard through the wall.

“If he goes to pierce his heart with a nail, stop him,” Micro says to the girls as the battle begins.