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She'd made an army.
If someone had told Agatha that she'd be playing a block game at three hundred and fifty years old on a teenager's recommendation, she would've laughed at them.
Sure, she was being nice at first— listening to the boy blabber on about the game and "how creepers are annoying", and "lava sucks."
Not that Agatha could argue with that logic.
She'd been accosted quite a few times over the centuries by random creeps at the dive bars she'd frequented— and it never ended well for them either, because those were her scissor happy days…
Some things were just bound to go missing.
Though the first time she saw what a creeper actually was, she just about hexed the keyboard in a fit of rage— that was the end of that.
Until Teen introduced her to rabbits.
"Whatcha doing?"
"Fuck!" Agatha threw the mouse across the room. "Jen, what the hell?"
The woman in question stood entirely unbothered, her trek of the room broken up by the retrieval of the abused tech. She sauntered over to Agatha's side, gaze fixated on the computer screen. "Minecraft, huh?"
Jen handed the mouse over, nodding to the game. "Teen show you that?" She asked.
Agatha kept her back to the screen, arms crossed in her typical haughty manner, when she knew she was too good for something.
"Maybe…" She grit out.
She was met with a raised brow. Before Jen grabbed a nearby chair, crossing her leg neatly over the other. "Well, let's see what you got."
Agatha narrowed her eyes at the woman. Yet Jen merely waved her hand, unfazed.
"You're being oddly chill about this…" Agatha muttered, finally conceding, and turned back to her game. She was facing one of her interior walls, a nice, rich crimson wood— she dared not to turn away from that.
Jen leaned forward; Agatha could feel the woman's breath against her ear. "Am I?" She whispered.
"Are you?"
"Agatha—"
"Sure, sure."
She swiveled her character, the camera taking in the hours long build— a detailed structure, all in hues of magenta and purple, with green accents of glow-berries and ferns dotted about.
And in the center of it all, a cage jam-packed full of digital familiars.
"Bunch of rabbits?" Said like it was the most predictable thing in the world, Agatha didn't have to turn around to hear the smirk on Jen's face.
"Shut up."
"Did you at least name one after Scratchy?"
"What do you think?" Agatha snapped.
"Yes?"
"Exactly." She huffed, feeding the mass of rabbit more carrots until the hearts disappeared from view. "But he's not here. He has a cage upstairs."
Jen hummed knowingly. "Teen showed me too, you know."
Agatha scoffed. "Figures. He'll have the whole coven on a realm before we know it." An amused grin plastered itself on her face. "Instead of learning magic, he'd be telling us off for entering the nether without gold."
"Probably." The woman agreed.
Before, "You know the Potion of Leaping requires a rabbit's foot?"
"Don't you dare."