Your brain tells you to run somewhere, anywhere that's not occupied by Renamon's mountainous physique, but your feet refuse to obey. Your heart throbs wildly at the blurry faced beauty looming high, looking for the person at her paws. This is the closest you've ever been to your secret crush, so close that she could easily touch you with a single poke, but so far that you can't reach her, no matter how badly you want to! Your mouth lying agape, you can only watch in stunned silence as the golden vixen leans slightly to the side, her over-watching eyes are blocked by her balled up fist, now threatening to fall upon you! Her black claws, white furred fingers and purple sleeve are your last sight before they slam down with a otherworldly boom.
You slowly open your eyes. Everything is dark... Are you dead? You don't feel dead, but how would you know?! You can move your arms and legs... barely. It feels like you're being held down by the heaviest object ever, crushed between two surfaces... If this is what death is like, then being dead sucks! This whole area smells like fresh leaves...
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