if soulmon tried to spook buns what would happen? (nonmalevolently, like jumping out at him or grabbing his feet while he sleeps)
Soulmon peeked out from behind the door. Jules and Buns were sitting in the dark, faces glued to an old late 90′s CRT TV - they had found a copy of the original Resident Evil (they were hanging out in the Computer History Museum after all) and were entranced.
Soulmon loved human video games and wanted to join in, but stopped himself when he suddenly came up with an ingenious idea. Very carefully, he sneaked behind the couch where Jules and Buns were sitting, and waited for the right moment.
“Hehe… this is perfect!” thought Soulmon, full of delight, “little Buns is going to go flying! Sovereigns forgive my soul.”
“BOO!” Soulmon popped out from behind the couch just as Jules and Buns were super focused on a suspenseful corridor in the game.
A squeal of previously-unheard-of high pitch came from B- no - Jules (!) as he rocketed off the couch in fright. Before Jules could even catch his breath, Buns was rolling around the floor in laughter.
“JULES!! C’MON!” Buns managed in-between ridiculous bouts of stomach-cringing laughs, “Soulmon?! Really?! The guy’s got less graphics than the PS1!”
Soulmon pouted profusely. He certainly did not appreciate that sting from the little bunny with a big mouth. He crossed his raggedly sheet arms and floated slowly away.
“Woah… my bad, sheets. Didn’t mean to…” Buns called after him.
Jules wiped the sweat off his forehead and straightened his glasses, “Buns, this is why we can’t have nice friends. Stop being such a smartass all the time. I’m gonna get some water and apologize to Soulmon.” He walked out the room.
“Jeez, way take a joke, you two,” Buns muttered, crossing his little arms. He looked at the TV, looked at the door - Jules was taking his time - and went back to the game.
As soon as Buns hit the resume button on the game, a phantom with a vicious metal skull jumped out from the screen, eyes full of flame, rib cage glowing from a deep red orb, bony hands clutched on a wicked scythe. “BOO!” came a dark, thundering roar.
Buns flew through the room so fast that all his bunny fur was almost left behind. He broke through the ceiling and busted another hole coming back down, landing on his horn and stuck to the floor, limbs stiff, hair standing up, like a rabbit dreidel.
A poof of smoke, and MetalPhantomon reverted back to Soulmon, who giggled uncontrollably.
Buns’ horn slowly detached from the floor and he fell on his face, “Ugh… okay. I deserved that.”
“Aaaaagh, what did I do to deserve this?!” moaned Jules, who had also just walked into the room when MetalPhantomon made his spook and had spilled all the water he was carrying all over himself.
