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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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When the chaos started-- fuzzy, fluffy things intent on tearing them all limb from limb, he'd made the march up to the compound, a heavy, crudely-made axe in hand, pilfered from the city below their feet.

When he found her, he was glad-- almost proud to see that she was holding her own.

"Need some help, love?" he asked, eying the fluffy creature and its surprisingly wicked set of snapping bunny teeth.