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[walkswithheroes]

She really should have seen this coming.

Just a week ago, Fred had been talking to Olivia about how maybe the island was just buttering them all up. They'd gotten a carnival and rides and prizes and every kind of yummy deep fried food that Fred could think of, so of course the giant stuffed bunny that she'd won had suddenly come to life only to try to savagely murder her with its bunny teeth. It was just the way this dimension worked.

Five minutes later, and she's standing in the hallway of the compound, an axe in both hands, in the middle of a stare-down with the carnival prize.

"Okay, Mister Oppenheimer," she says, using his full name to emphasize the seriousness of the situation, "One of us is about to be a pile of fluffy bunny stuffing, and it's not me."

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[pylean-cow.livejournal.com]

"If there was one good thing about Angel Investigations, it's that it more than prepares you for invasions by suddenly alive demon carnival prizes," Fred replies, and she tightens her grip on her own axe, which is a bit smaller than the one she handed to Spike, but will do the job just as well.

[nobler-things.livejournal.com]

"Suppose it did have its high points," Spike conceded. There were moments at Wolfram and Hart that he looked upon fondly, though most of those had to do with her. And taking the piss out of Angel, 'til that vein in his forehead started to bulge, of course.

Tilting his head down the corridor toward the door leading outside, he said, "Shall we?"

[pylean-cow.livejournal.com]

"Absolutely," she says, because it's their duty, right? Helping the helpless. Well, maybe not everyone on the island is exactly helpless, but Fred is sure that someone is. It's not like everyone was expecting sentient and murderous carnival prizes.

She strides past him to head out the front door, her axe slung over her shoulder.