Playing with the Wrong World
By: Monica Vix
It was just another boring summer day that slowly crawled to an end with a ‘fun’ movie
night. A bunny and puppy sat down to watch a move on a little sleep over event! That was
almost two hours ago. Pixie and Monica were both too terrified to go to bed despite it being
midnight; that scary movie shocked the two of them to the core playing through the credits. Shell
shocked from the horror show, the slow and creeping terror having an iron grasp on each of their
minds. Too stunned for anything else, the rabbit and dog just sat in awe and terror at every little
sound for a moment.
Pixie was the first to break the silence by laughing uneasily, dragging herself off of the
couch before stretching. Her pink furred body underneath a black, loose tank top with a pair of
cyan shorts underneath. “Fuck, like, ALL of that.” The doggy said, letting out a long sigh as she
dropped her arms back down to her sides. “Two hours to have insomnia for free.” She continued
to stretch after sitting down for the better part of two hours, working out the tiredness from her
“You said it, hun” Rolling her eyes and throwing herself against the couch, Monica
shared the sentiment of the devilish doggy. “I don’t think I’ll really be able to sleep. Not without
a few dozen… tranquilizers.” The rabbit groaned in disappointment and uneasiness as she
reclined on the couch, her over-sized hoodie hiding most of her body, even the short shorts that
covered her lower half. Yawning and stretching, the bunny pushed her long and floppy ear out of
her face as she spoke more. “What do we do now? I don’t just want to, like… curl up on your
couch and almost shit myself with every time a raccoon steps on a leaf.”
Turning back to face the rabbit and stealing the mostly empty popcorn bowl from
between her calves, Pixie started to munch on the few remaining kernels. “I dunno. Maybe we
can do some witchery stuff like that movie? I know a bit of that stuff myself.” She held the bowl
in one hand while walking around her own home, snatching up a book from a nearby shelf. “I
think this is the one I got for this sorta stuff. Do our own spiritual reading with… uh… it says
a… huh?” The pink dog’s yellow eyes changed shape, the typical circular shape of the pupil
shifting into a large X within her eyes.
“What is it?” Monica groaned. She shoved her lazy ass off of the couch, slowly hobbling
over with slippers over her white furred feet. Taking a few steps closer, the rabbit loomed over
the shoulder of the slightly shorter canine. “What does… that even say?” The rabbit placed her
head on the soft hair of the devilish dog, looking through the shiny horns while on the small hair
poof between the large, cotton candy looking ears. “Gaze-in-aby?” Monica horribly butchered
the name of the creature. Her hands were tucked into her large black hoodie to fish out a few
rogue candies. “Well… might as well fuck around and find out. If something bad happens, gonna
say it now, not my fault.” She spoke in a half jokey attitude, looking at the book along with
The devilish dog wagged her pointed tail as the rabbit approached from behind, looking
through the book for a moment while skimming the page about the hard to pronounce or even
spell creature. “Okay, so, we need the book; Check. Some candles, got those in my room; check.
“Got some candy chalk in my pocket, so that might work.” Monica cut in.
“Check!” The pink puppy replied, her finger running over the requirements. “Oh, and
some kind of… offering? It doesn’t say what it likes, though. So… food?” She asked, looking up
to see the rabbit’s face from a funny angle, almost looking right up her nose.
With a simple nod, Monica moved off of Cherry’s head, her long brown hair getting
caught on the shiny yellow horns for a moment. “Yea, if I was some demon getting summoned,
I’d want a pizza as soon as I was woken up from a long ass sleep. Especially if it’s Hawaiian”
The rabbit said nonchalantly, starting to walk towards the kitchen. “I’ll make a sandwich for
them, set up everything else for me?” She called out as if this was a normal occurrence and not
the exact plot of the horror movie they just saw.
There wasn’t much to stop the two, sleep deprived and awareness lacking girls from
starting on the experiment with a creature from another world. Monica started to make a
specialty PB&J+L^2, a hellish combination of smooth and chunky peanut butter, strawberry and
grape jelly, and romaine and iceberg lettuce on a rye bun. Thankfully, Pixie had all the needed
ingredients to make a sandwich only a devil or a masochist would like, so there was no
improvising for the bunny. Meanwhile in her upstairs bedroom, the pink hell puppy was
scrounging around along shelves and under the bed to gather up all the candles of all different
Before long the pair met back up in the living room, Monica walking in with a plate of
two sandwiches with a third in her hand and mouth as she ate. Pixie was striding down the stairs
with arms full of candles, a lighter held between her arm and chest. Setting up the plate and the
ring of candles on the dark wood coffee table, the brown bunny offered a second sandwich to the
pink dog before the two of them fully began the ritual. Simply experimenting with the unknown,
the pink puppy joining the brown bunny in eating their midnight snack as they looked over the
little set up.
Yawning and stretching, Monica held half of her sandwich in her mouth before grabbing
it once again, taking a large bite out of it. “What do you think is gonna happen? I’m a little
skeptical, especially since it’s just… so simple to summon it.” The rabbit said with a bit of an
“I don’t know. I got the book on discount, so it might just be a joke.” Pixie replied. She
began to light each of the candles in turn, going in a counter clockwise direction as per the
instructions within the book. “What’s it gonna hurt? If it’s fake, it’s fake, if it’s real, we’re
probably sleep deprived and hallucinating.” She spoke nonchalantly as the candles were sparked
with a little lighter, the smoke rising into the air in a thin, curling wisp.
Monica leaned over, her long ears flopping against the edge of the coffee table as she
looked at an insignia within the candle ring. “Was that… always there?” The rabbit asked,
pointing at what looked like multiple drawings of eyes layered one on top of the other. “I’m not
going crazy, right?” She finished her sandwich and slowly reached her hand in, recoiling with a
sharp squeal as a few droplets of blood were siphoned away from her finger tips! The crimson
dripped onto the sclera of the multi-eye sigil, Monica now putting her white furred and partially
bleeding fingers into her mouth. “Ow, what the hell?” She hesitated for a moment before
muttering to herself, “Wow, my blood tastes good?”
“Huh? What just… happened?” Pixie was equally confused as she began to read the book
again, frantically looking over page after page and skimming the reasoning behind the weird,
bizarre events. “Okay, so, this looks like the right description. Did I read… it wrong?” The pink
dog reached her hand out towards Monica’s hand, aiming to grab the wrist as it went over the
sigil covered table. A sharp squeak came out of her as she almost jumped in the air, a small
streak of blood going down the side of her hand. “Y-yea, yea, this is definitely wrong! I-I, uh-”
Pixie struggled to think, looking in the book with her non bloodied hand.
Watching and now standing up, looking down into the symbol of eyes, the rabbit’s own
green eyes grew wide as dinner plates. “Pixie? Hey, uh, Pixie? Do you see this?” Monica
couldn’t break the gaze she had with the sigil. The shared iris of the eye moving about the many
layered sclera, staring right back at the terrified rabbit. “I’m not a table doctor or anything like
that, but I really don’t think your table should be looking me in the eye.” The rabbit joked in
retaliation against the fear. She slowly walk towards the canine, keeping her distance from the
table. Grabbing the final, uneaten sandwich, Monica was fully ready to toss it in as an offering of
some kind to whatever entity was possessing the table, as per the original plan.
“Wait, wait, don’t!” The devilish, relatively small dog said a moment too late as the
sandwich of hellish combinations was tossed into the circle of candles! In an instant, all the
candle light faded into nothingness, the power of the house short circuiting and flickering into
nothingness. The pair were cast instantly into a world of darkness, neither truly accustom to it.
“What just… happened.” Pixie said, looking in the vague direction of Monica, the taller rabbit
standing and looking down at the remaining embers of the snuffed-out candle wicks.
Taking a deep breath, the brown rabbit simply shrugged. “I guess… it was hungry for
more than a sandwich?” She paused for a moment, letting out a disappointed sigh with her own
bad joke while looking around the black as night living room. Only moon and starlight
illuminated the decently sized room, the sounds of crickets, rustling leaves, and an unnerving
warbling sound filled the air. “Pixie. Listen.” Monica whispered, lifting one of her long and
floppy ears into the air with her hand, trying to find the direction of the creature. “We’re… not
alone. There’s something… outside.”
“Wait, I think… I think I can hear it? Okay, what even is this thing.” Pixie spoke more to
herself, pulling out her phone and shining the flashlight directly onto the book. In an instant, she
froze, the canine looking like a pink granite sculpture with clothes on from how perfectly she
stood still. “We got the wrong thing. We, uh… care to look?” Offering up the book while still
shining the light, Pixie exchanged lookout duty with Monica as the sound like airplane
turbulence continued to echo around them, slowly growing as even the coffee table shook!
Crouching down with the book and taking out her own light, the brown bunny
illuminated the old pages of the tomb and started to read aloud. “The… not gonna try to
pronounce that. A sleepless creature of chaos and the unpredictable other world of… Mir? What
does that even mean?” She spoke aloud to herself. Her long ears overheard Pixie attempting to
grab the candles and remove them from the eye sigil, which started to glow a faint, ghostly blue.
“It requires a sacrifice of heart and soul for its guidance while offering a quest for the return of
that lost. I hope that sandwich will suffice.” There was a sudden crash outside, a large tree limb
spearing itself into the loose dirt, stealing Monica’s attention away from the book. The instant
she looked back, the pages were blank, as if night itself was poured directed onto the book’s
“O-okay, okay, what does it say about its nature? Is it mean or aggressive or- HOLY
FUCK.” The pink dog exclaimed! A pink furred hand was pointing towards the symbol within
the circle of candles. Within the multicolored candles, the hue of the wax was slowly melted
away, contributing to a growing form from the bulge within the table. A towering creature began
to pull itself out of the coffee table, the grain of the wood creaking and bowing like it was made
from plastic. “M-Monica, please tell me you see this…” Pixie quietly begged to the rabbit,
bringing herself next to the slightly taller bunny as the brown rabbit stood up to witness this.
Too stunned for words, the deity of pure chaos began to climb out of the coffee table! Its
multicolored body alight as if it had neon signs running in its veins. The body it took seemed
humanoid in an odd way, although there were far too many eyes. Where nipples would be on a
feral creature, there were eyes; large breasts that looked like eyes glared down at the canine and
lapine pair, a groan creaking from its body as the seemingly naked form stood. It simply towered
over the two terrified twenty-something idiots, each of them quivering in their socks and sandals
while gazing upon something so vile, so unknowable, so… menacing. The face leaned down
towards them, a row of eyes in a horizontal beam with the central one looking like a still image,
the rest of a ‘face’ completely dark similar to the liquid night like book pages. Cat like ears
twitched as Monica and Cherry instinctively grabbed onto each other, as one does in horror
scenarios; it seemed to be listening to their terror, bearing the large fangs for a moment to get a
squeal out of the two girls.
The creature leaned away, planting its almost fifteen-foot body against the coffee table,
seemingly not caring about the candles that rested under its rear. Three pairs of arms, only one
looking ‘normal,’ braced its heavy form against the furniture while gazing lazily at the two.
Long, cascading hair that looked similar to illuminated fiber optic cables were brushed out of its
face, the bio-luminescence from its body casting a multi-hued glow around its towering form.
Glaring down, the unknowable creature began to fill the minds of its two summoners with words,
the silent and psychic connection rumbling down the terrified duo like ice sliding down your
“Greetings. I am Myalki’valin, deity of chaos from Mir.” The creature’s voice shifted
pitches, going from an insanely high pitch common in joke anime videos, all the way down to
Sulfur hexafluoride levels of deep and back again. “To answer any question, I require a sacrifice.
Or an offering, as your kind tend to put it. I shall be generous, since it has been many suns since
I’ve visited your plane.”
Silence hung in the air for a moment as Monica and Cherry were almost frozen together
like statues, looking up towards the figure that still towered over them despite its sitting. “An…
offering?” The rabbit asked first, looking towards Myalki’valin with a look of deep concern and
a shameful interest burning behind her vibrant green eyes.
“Your voice makes an excellent offering, thank you.” The psychic connection relayed the
thoughts of the large creature. Monica opened her mouth again to speak, but not a single sound
came out as she tried to talk, only her lips and tongue moving as if she was relaying a message.
“Oh? Did you not wish to offer that?” Myalki’valin spoke in the rabbit’s voice. That sound filled
each of their brains like a horrific song, especially to the bunny who hated the sound of her own
voice. “Very well. If you wish for it back, make a better meal for me. Simple as snow, the
concoction you offered would only suffice a mindless beast, who would promptly vomit.”
With the comment landing more of a blow to her ego than to her physical state, the muted
rabbit took a long and drawn-out sigh. Even though it didn’t make a noise, air still came out and
displaced some fur on Pixie’s head as she began to walk away towards the kitchen. “So… you’re
meant to… give information about things for a price?” The pink dog spoke, her tail wrapping
around her leg in uneasiness as she stared at the great creature before her. “Like, uh… what?”
“Celestial events, vague predictions of the future, help with things of complete chance
and random nature… I’m sure you get the idea.” Myalki’valin spoke in Monica’s voice still, now
starting to lounge across the coffee table. The form of the chaotic god seemed to shrink to barely
four foot tall as it laid across the dark wood and candles, all the proportions staying the same as
the light of the bio-luminescent body dimmed. “However, you shall offer something yourself for
any answer and or question in that regard.”
Monica clanking around in the kitchen trying to make another meal was audible to Pixie.
She was too stunned by the entire ordeal, sitting herself down on the couch in thought. “Well,
uh… hmm… what about the lottery? Can you tell me when to buy to get rich quick?” She said
simply, grabbing a throw pillow and holding it in her lap for moral support. “Wait, wait, what
would the price be for that?” The canine flinched as she heard metal dropping to the ground and
the flapping of the over-sized hoodie on the rabbit, leaning to look into the kitchen to see Monica
silently cursing up a storm.
“For that? Simply a few tufts of your hair. You’ll be cloned and tormented with in many
different ways within my own dimension.” The chaotic deity disappeared from view as soon as
Cherry looked back, the coffee table missing as well. “Up here.” Myalki’valin’s psychic voice
called out, directing the pink dog to cast her yellow eyes to the ceiling, which now held her
coffee table and the creature she accidentally summoned.
A little stunned, Pixie narrowed her X irised eyes as she glared to the figure, now
reclining in the chair while weighing the options. “Do I… feel the pain or anything that they feel
there?” She asked, genuinely considering the offer in order to get some quick money out of this
“None. Except when I’m summoned, then it’ll be worse than your period.” The colorful
creature spoke simply and matter-of-factly, as if it too knew the pain of that it would hold. “Only
for an entire day, however.”
Nodding and standing again, clutching the pillow to her chest, the canine struggled to
reach up towards Myalki’valin in order to shake hands on the deal. “Done and done, give me the
time and date of when to buy!”
A singular slip of paper was given to Pixie with the exact time and date to buy a ticket, as
well as what store and what brand to buy. In an instant, the towering creature was gone, a loud
clattering in the kitchen heard as Monica was very obviously spooked by the deity of chaos. The
pink dog looked over to see what was happening, finding the brown rabbit fallen on her back
while Myalki’valin was looming over her, observing the meal being made in front of them. A
salad comprised of lettuce, tomatoes, carrots, and a healthy splattering of cranberries was in a
bowl on the counter-top, almost teasing the large creature to devour it before it was fully
Panicking underneath the rather menacing creature, Monica craned her neck to look
towards Pixie. Knowing she was mute, the bunny started to wave her hands around in a frantic
way, almost directing all her disbelief to the deity hovering over her with the form near triple her
height starting to eat the salad. Her gestures were more confused and mildly worried, expressing
through a hand on the throat and a terrified stare that she was worried that Myalki’valin would
just keep her voice.
Clumps of lettuce fell down onto the rabbit’s face, pinned under the messy eater of the
chaotic god of sorts. Disgusted, Monica made a groan in pure hatred for the scene around her.
Stopping in the moment, the emerald eyes grew wide as dinner plates as she realized she had her
“I’m, uh, glad you like it!” The rabbit chirped out. She then wriggled out from
underneath the towering figure, brushing down the front of her hoodie as she stood next to Pixie.
“Thank you for… letting me talk again?” Monica was unsure how to thank the somewhat
demonic looking creature, turning to the pink dog and giving a shrug in confusion.
Devouring the meal before herself, Myalki’valin started to speak despite having her
‘mouth’ full of salad. “It’s not your original voice.” The chaotic being stated calmly, seemingly
turning around without moving, the bowl of greenery moving with them. “It’s simply a copy. I’m
keeping your original voice, as payment. Enjoy your vacation away from the world.” Mysterious
and unnerving, the multicolored creature started to walk towards the pair loitering in the
doorway of the kitchen, seemingly phasing through the two of them! Without another word, the
fifteen-foot monster levitated into the living room and out one of the windows.
“I-” Monica was too stunned for words, one of her white furred hands grasping at her
throat. She looked towards Pixie, confused with a slight inquisitive look. “Do I sound any
different?” The rabbit clearly had her priorities straight.
The pink devil dog tilted her head, listening to the bunny speak for a moment. “Not
really. Also, what was that about a vacation? You going somewhere?” Pixie asked Monica,
starting to walk into the living room as if nothing had happened. She was rather nonchalant as
she plopped herself onto the couch, right atop of the black binding bound book that summoned
the chaotic deity.
“Oh, I wanted to go out and do something somewhere else, you know?” Monica said,
following the shorter dog into the living room. “Fly by night, all that sorta stuff. Just go
somewhere new and doing something stupid.” The rabbit said with gravitas, striking a pointing
pose towards the stars! It’s too bad the roof got in the way of her gesture, making it seem like she
meant the rafters was a new place to go. “Anyways, I think I’m gonna go out and get some fresh
air. That was way too much for me and I’d take my chances with the raccoons than stay inside.”
The bunny said, hopping past the lounging canine towards the front door.
Giving a passive wave, the yawning puppy stretched over the couch. “Get a breath for
me, too.” She said as a joke. Her glowing yellow eyes slowly closed, the pup trying to get some
rest after a tiring evening of a concerning guest appearance to the sitcom of her life. “Maybe an
apple, too. If you can find one out there.”
“Aye, aye, captain.” Monica jokingly said, laughing as she turned to the door. Opening
the door with a long and slow creak, the smile faded from the rabbit’s face. “Pixie? Uh… well…
can you come here?” There was nothing but concern and uncertainty in Monica’s voice as she
looked forward. There was a soft thud like a hand poking cardboard. “Where’s the outside,
Pixie?” She said with a deadpan tone, looking over her shoulder to see the pink canine pull
Pixie walked over, rubbing the start of sleep out of her yellow eyes as her gaze locked
onto the door. Outside of it, there was a cardboard cut out that stood where the outside would
otherwise be; the image was almost exact, like a painted scene of the outside of her door. “What
the fuck…” She whispered. The canine pushed a hand forward to touch the cutout. The paint felt
wet as the rest of the structure fell away, leaving a hint of blue paint on Pixie’s finger as the
world hidden behind it was exposed.
There were swirls of blues and golds in the sky, all of it looking like a painted scene of a
corrupted heaven with hints of reds and pinks at the corners of every celestial structure. Trees
were twisted into all sorts of shapes, from helixes to cubes and hexagons, the bark itself looking
like jigsaw puzzles. The two gazed towards the new environment they were trapped in, looking
around to find the house completely untouched as they were seemingly just plopped in this
bizarre, unorthodox world. Hesitant to speak, let alone breath, the canine and lapine stood there
completely stunned as if they were flashed in the eyes by the sun in the middle of midnight.
“Welp.” Monica sighed out, waving her arm across the new, distorted field before her. “I
asked for a vacation. One finger of the monkey’s paw curls in.” She said in an exhausted,
deadpan way. Shrugging and walking back inside, the rabbit retreated away towards Pixie’s
room on the top floor of the two-story house, waving to the canine behind her. “I’m gonna steal
your bed for the night. I’ll try to see if this place accepts Pay-Pal tomorrow and get you some
food in return.” The exhausted rabbit said in such a casual way, the way the night as gone
making this nothing but a mild surprise.