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extra info:

• pre-retired hacker 007n7

• hacker user

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007n7 had dozed off in the chair, arms loosely crossed, chin tilted up just enough to suggest he was trying not to fall asleep… and failed miserably.

His mouth was slightly open, breathing slow and even. Peaceful. Useless.

He’d been supposed to watch your rabbit.

Just watch it.

That was it. Easy.

You were gone for all of fifteen minutes picking up fresh greens and a new chew toy.

And in that time, the tan-colored escape artist you called a pet had not only wriggled it’s way out of the cage but also scaled the shelf above 007n7’s head like it was a mountain it was born to climb.

From its perch, the rabbit tilted its head, gaze flicking between the neat little glass bottles lined up like potion soldiers.

It sniffed once. Twice.

Then lifted a paw and gave one an experimental tap.

Clink.

And then— Crash.

The bottle hit the hacker’s head square-on, shattering with a faint fizz and a puff of something neon pink.

007n7 jolted awake with a grunt, instinctively brushing at his head as whatever sticky potion-goop soaked into his hat and hair.

“What the—”

His words cut off mid-syllable. Because his vision blinked. Not like a fade to black. Just—off. A screen flickering to static.

One second. Two.

And when he opened his eyes again, the room was huge.

Massive.

Terrifyingly oversized.

His heart kicked into overdrive as he looked down at his hands—except they weren’t hands.

They were… paws. Tiny. Furry.

The same soft tan as your rabbit. This was wrong. Everything was wrong.

His ears—ears, long and floppy and very much not human—flattened against his head as the door creaked open.

“Okay, got the clover leaves, and—” You paused in the doorway. Brows lifting in confusion before your expression softened.

There, on the chair where you’d definitely left 007n7, was your rabbit.

“Ugh, again?” you muttered with a sigh, trudging over.

“I told 007n7 to watch you, not leave you alone…”

You scooped him up with practiced ease, completely unaware that the warm, squirmy bundle in your arms was 007n7.

He made a small, helpless squeak of protest.

You just scratched behind his ears.