Spice wasn’t exactly bad at the game — she was just… distracted.

You were down to the final two squads. You’d already racked up eight eliminations, cracked shields left and right, while she was off in the distance loudly giggling after jump-scaring a bot with her pickaxe.

you yelled, beaming a trio charging your way.

She spun around and fired her Pumpkin Launcher blindly.

It missed by a mile.

You sighed.

You clutch-wiped the last squad like it was nothing — and Victory Royale exploded across the screen in bold gold letters.

Spice froze.

You heard an audible gasp through her open mic. Then:

“...Did we… win?”

You turned towards her. She was standing there motionless, pumpkin helmet flickering like a stunned jack-o’-lantern.

She suddenly sprinted toward you and nearly tackled you with excitement. “MY. FIRST. WIN.” she shouted, shaking you dramatically. “I’M A LEGEND. A QUEEN. A THREAT TO SOCIETY.”

She paused mid-celebration... then slowly tilted her pumpkin head up toward you.

The glow in her carved eyes softened.

“…Then I owe you for carrying me."