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Artwork by KTorazi - https://twitter.com/KTorazi

Script, Story, & Song/Lyrics by me

Looter & DeFacer belong to me

Vader belongs to  Introvertedpooch

So...now you know what Looter was up to...or do you? Guess you'll have to read and find out (It's 3000 words). I wound up writing another song (This one inspired by I'm Good from David Guetta & Bebe Rexha, which was based on the song I'm Blue from Eiffel 65.) Hope you enjoy and feel free to comment if you want to see more.

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“Ahhh…” said Looter while sitting on his leather couch. He felt satisfied from not only the couch that he took from a Spaces-to-Progress, but also the scheme that left behind his own masterpiece. He lifted his furry legs and rested his furry heels on top of the gray marble-top coffee table from last week’s heist. He lifted his right furry ankle and rested his heel right next to his left furry foot. He curled his furry toes and grabbed his remote control on the mahogany wood nightstand from the same heist last week and turned on the 65” SherrySang OLED TV from an online gBite auction that he won with another member’s account.

KZZZZTTTT came from the television speakers, then a black screen with the Channel 6 News station logo in red. The large 6 was behind the RDRR acronym with red lines surrounding it in the shape of a box. A loud resounding BEEEEEEPPP lasted for a few seconds, then a pre-recorded message in a deep tone played,

“We interrupt our regular scheduled program to bring you this news bulletin.”

Looter blinked and slightly tilted his head the same time his furry toes inadvertently bent down and wrinkle his soft soles underneath his fur.

The logo and black screen was replaced with a seagull sitting in a chair behind a blue table with the ‘Channel 6 news station’ logo wearing a gray suit with a white undershirt and red tie with lavender stripes. A silver wall with several clocks showing different time zones around the world was behind the seagull. The seagull tapped the blue table with several sheets of paper held in his wings, then looked at the teleprompter across from him.

“Good evening,” said the seagull.

“I’m Reggie Naval with Channel 6 RDRR bringing you a special bulletin.”

The camera zoomed in on Reggie’s face and chest.

“Earlier this morning, the masked vigilante known as Vader was found at the Museum of Priceless Heirlooms.”

An image of Vader standing with a smile and posing with his foot on top of an unconscious cardinal’s chest and flexing his right bicep appeared on the right-hand side of the screen. Looter nodded his head remembering that cardinal…a former wrestler who turned to a life of crime.

After this image appeared, Reggie said, “Although police have not revealed all the details, we learned that the Exotic Everlasting Emerald was stolen.”

Looter’s mouth twisted into a smile on his right side while he softly went,

“Heh heh…”

Reggie breathed in and said, “Last night, this emerald was unveiled to several VIPs and donors who contributed to its discovery with the plan of opening it to the public. Unfortunately, when guests arrived at the Museum of Priceless Heirlooms, they found a…different display.”

The image of Vader changed to one of him hanging by his foot stirrups and completely unconscious with the sign showing Looter’s description.

“My, my…” said Looter while watching the report. He uncrossed his legs and rested both furry heels next to each other for a better view of his masterpiece.

“It appears that my picturesque endeavor has unfurled extensively.”

“Channel 6 RDRR obtained this image from one of the museum’s guests earlier today”, said Reggie. He moved towards his right side and said,

“Now we take you live to the Museum of Priceless Heirlooms where reporter Tina Gouda has the latest…Tina?”

The news station switched to a female mouse with brown fur, short blonde hair and wearing a beize suit with black high heels. She was standing in front of a large crowd that were waiting to enter the museum. Tina held the microphone close to her mouth and said,

“Thank you, Reggie. I’m here outside The Museum of Priceless Heirlooms where the group behind me has been attempting to walk inside for hours but have been blocked by the local authorities. We discovered that in place of the Exotic Everlasting Emerald was the famous hero, or vigilante to some, laid out in what many described as…Looter’s Masterpiece.

Looter’s furry heels rubbed against the gray marble-top coffee table while his big, index and middle furry toes on his right foot rubbed against his big, index, and middle furry toes on his left foot, then those left furry toes on the right furry ones again in a loop as Looter looked through his SherrySang Nebula X32 Ultimate Smartphone from a job three days ago and saw on PawMedia that #Looter’sMasterpiece was trending at the top spot.

“At last…” said Looter to himself when seeing every single emoji, like, love, ping, share, and view of his masterpiece. Looter inadvertently held his breath in excitement while his own song played in his head and imagined every arrogant, egotistical, and pompous fool who had the nerve to mock him that night now beg for mercy at his whim.

“Here’s a PawMedia quiz for everyone: WHO’S THE LOSER NOW???!!! yelled Looter at his own phone with wide eyes and tensing every muscle throughout his furry body, even uncurling his own toes to their extent. He didn’t even attempt his own articulation when feeling so much excitement throughout his mind.

“Is it the bunny who can’t get out of my trap…every single museum patron crying over their precious emerald…the so-called heroes who’ll know to kneel at my feet…or every shopper who wasted their money on Vader merchandise…trick question, ‘cause it’s all of the above!”

Looter laughed out loud and stomped his feet harshly one after the other while posting that poll with a hacked username. As Looter scrolled through responses to his masterpiece, he came across one who posted, ‘Vader may have lost, but that jerk won’t get away with this!’ Looter smiled and yelled, “HA! Who would dare come at me after seeing my masterpiece? All they’ll get is a victory pose from me!”

Looter behaved in the most unusual manner in this moment. He leaned against the couch, raised his legs in the air, stretched them out, and jumped to his feet with the smartphone in his furry hand. He pocketed it in his underwear, rang the bell in his collar, and walked on his hardwood floor. He swung his arms, shook his head left and right with a smile on his furry face, and extended one furry foot while putting more weight with his other furry foot singing another song while walking the same way in a loop out the door.

♪I’m so ecstatic from my head to my toes
Because everyone knows
That when any come to exchange blows
They’ll only feel my victory pose♪

♪As I stand over any with only one foot
The influencers know what to put
The next meme starring this thief
While any under me beg for sweet relief♪

As Looter continued walking and singing, Channel 6 RDRR continued their broadcast nationwide.

***

In an apartment building not far from Looter’s hideout was DeFacer wearing his sleeveless compression shirt with his spray-painted green logo. He extended his left arm and pushed one wrist cuff down his furry arm until he couldn’t anymore. He repeated the same process with his right arm while looking at the mirror without his mask. His small AttractaCube television was playing the Channel 6 RDRR broadcast.

The station played an interview showing a female tiger with black shoulder-length hair and wearing a green tanktop with blue jeans and black sneakers. The female tiger leaned closer to the microphone and said,

“So I was like…coming to this museum to see the emerald…but I saw that Vader guy instead. He was trying to get loose but couldn’t…I read that sign and took the video of him trying to get out. It was hilarious.”

DeFacer stared at his own reflection and softly growled hearing every word. His mask rested on a mannequin head. He breathed in and out inadvertently fogging up his own mirror.

The station switched to the next interview of a male zebra wearing a blue polo shirt with the Tod Equid logo of a seahorse playing water polo. He also wore khaki pants with black loafers and said, “At first, I was sad that the emerald wasn’t on display. I must admit that I forgot about it when watching that rabbit pull on his restraints. Looter’s Masterpiece made the trip to this museum worthwhile.”

DeFacer kept breathing deeply in and out reminding himself that everyone interviewed wasn’t the one who stole that emerald, humiliated another, and left so many scars behind. DeFacer saw his cell phone vibrate. He picked it up and saw a PawMedia notification with the tag, “Looter’s Masterpiece”. He clicked on it and saw the top post with a poll, 'Here’s a PawMedia quiz for everyone: WHO’S THE LOSER NOW???!!! After DeFacer read it, his own bare furry toes inadvertently curled clawing at the carpet floor. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was that thief. DeFacer clicked on his phone icon, then pushed on his contacts link, scrolled down to the name, Bob, and hit Dial.

While DeFacer’s phone rang, the station cut back to another interview with the camera zoomed out to show Tina next to a brown bear wearing a plaid button-downed shirt, hat, and blue jeans with brown boots. He looked at Tina and said, “You know…I don’t get it. Why hasn’t the museum lowered that rabbit and helped him avoid all this humiliation? Heck, why hasn’t the police even helped him leave this place to avoid the crowd? I think it’s been hours…shouldn’t he be hungry or thirsty by now?”

In a barely lit room with several computers connected to each other, a gray rat wearing a white button downed shirt, black pants, black shoes, and thick trimmed glasses with pencils in his chest pocket was sitting on a wooden chair. He bent over on that chair and wrote down more ideas for his next computer program.

***BRRRING BRRRING***

The gray rat suddenly jumped in his chair and accidentally dropped his pencil. He breathed in and out, then looked to his right side. He saw his phone vibrating and looked at the screen. His eyes widened when he saw Blocked Number on his screen. He gulped and felt his own fur standup wondering if it was...him. The phone rang again, and Bob slowly moved his finger towards Answer. He couldn’t stop his furry finger from shaking as he swiped the “Answer” option. He bent closer to the phone and said,

“H-he-hello?”

On the other end, DeFacer’s phone was on top of the dresser below his mirror. He enabled the speaker function and said, “Hello Bob.”

Bob squeaked softly and almost fell off his chair recognizing that voice. He didn’t even realize his entire body shaking while holding onto his arm rests tightly. His own knees were bent against his seat while his shoes clattered against the wooden legs. Bob tried calming himself down as best he could while reaching for the phone. He grabbed his phone and held it against his ear.

“Oh hi DeFacer…w-what’s up,” said Bob.

“That depends Bob…,” said DeFacer.

DeFacer growled slightly and said, “You might be UP hanging by your tail…if you’re doing damage on the internet again.”

“NO! NO! NO! NO!” yelled Bob. He shut his eyes tight and curled into a ball against his chair. “I-I SWEAR DEFACER…I learned my lesson the last time!” Bob shook so much in the chair that it fell backwards. It landed against a small nightstand with a picture of Bob without glasses standing next to a red convertible.

“Okay Bob, I believe you…and NEVER forget how hard it is to earn my trust,” said DeFacer. He squeezed each furry finger around his thumbs into fists on his dresser and said, “Especially when you can’t take back the scars left from each cent you stole, each identity you hacked, and each one left in a hole so deep without any chance of ESCAPE…I’m giving you another chance to do some real good.”

Bob shook in his seat still curled into a ball and said, “Wh-wh-what do you w-want?”

DeFacer grabbed the mask resting on his head mannequin and pulled on its two ends far from each other. “I believe that you’ve seen the latest trend on PawMedia. There’s a certain quiz on it asking ‘who’s the loser’, and your skills can satisfy my curiosity of the one behind it…and I do need you to be thorough with the chance a certain trash panda hacked it.”

Bob breathed in and out quickly through his nose and softly squeaked out of fear. He said, “S-sure, I can do that. If I d-do this, will it be even now? I-I know I stole and hacked lots of times…but I paid my dues…I just come up with computer software now and…”

After DeFacer adjusted his mask, he banged his fist on the dresser and narrowly missed his phone. Bob shut his eyes and softly squeaked. DeFacer said,

“I’m going to make someone pay for scars that they left behind, and yours left many out on the streets…and some chose NOT to live with the ‘scars’ made by you. I remember you told your sob story to that judge, ‘you meant no harm and liked the challenge.’ Unlike scum like you who take, I give the choice and, in your case,…either find the thief to face justice or find a cane for the blind after I give you yours.”

Bob inadvertently opened his eyes wide and pushed his arm against his legs on the wooden seat. He quickly said, “Okay…okay…”. Bob disconnected the line.

DeFacer breathed out and looked at himself with his mask. He felt like something twist in his mind after that phone conversation. He repeated to himself, “They’re all scum…they’re all scum…they’re all scum…”

***

On the far east side of DeFacer’s apartment was Looter dancing on the roof of a separate apartment building. He bent over and shook his hips left to right. He stomped the balls of his furry feet, then leaned back onto his furry arches with his head held high and sang,

♪When I hear the one below me plead
As my furry arch does the deed
All around should take my heed
And bow at my feet to knead♪

♪I’m so ecstatic…♪

**BRING BRING**

Looter closed his mouth and opened his eyes. He grunted and pulled out his phone wishing he had it on silent. He pushed the power button and saw a notification of a new image post on PawMedia with #Looter as its hashtag.

“Ah…at last…the populace have conceded to the loftiest pneuma.”, said Looter. He swiped his phone and pushed on the link. Before the image loaded, a pop-up window asked him for his location.

“Pfft…” said Looter while blowing up on his own headfur. “This communiqué is dreadful…but who’d discover my whereabouts with a stolen account?” Looter clicked on “allow” and saw a GIF image load of himself posing over Vader with sparkling lights around it and a message appearing in gold, ‘You really deserve THIS!”

“Heh…” said Looter. “Indubitably.”

Looter tapped the power button once and pocketed his phone. He blinked and sang aloud,

♪I’m so ecstatic from my head to my toes
Because everyone knows
That when any come to exchange blows
They’ll only feel my victory pose♪

While Looter danced on the rooftop, swinging his arms, and sliding his feet; DeFacer was standing in an alley holding his phone that showed an address in a text message notification. While DeFacer heard the raccoon’s ridiculous song, he unsheathed his claws from his hands and feet, then struck the wall with them. As he climbed up, Looter sang even louder,

♪The only moment that would make me cooler
Is when I’m acknowledged as ruler
I will demand my own jeweler
And a certain bunny begging every time I’m crueler♪

Looter was so hyped and inadvertently lifted his right furry heel and arch up while skidding the furry balls of his foot backwards and repeated with his other furry foot in a moonwalk, then ran towards the bulkhead with a door. He jumped high, flipped forward, and landed with both furry feet on top of the bulkhead. He sang at his loudest while spreading his furry arms apart and shut his eyes tight,

♪I’m so ecstatic from my head to my toes
Because everyone knows
That when any come to exchange blows
They’ll only feel my victory pose♪

“All I’m going to feel is the joy after you get what you deserve!”

Looter opened his eyes, closed his mouth, and said, “Hmm? Who said…”

Looter looked to his right and saw DeFacer standing upright with his mouth closed as well. Looter lowered his arms, stepped to his right with his right furry foot, and then stepped with his left foot next to it. Looter put more strength with those steps on the bulkhead. Looter smiled and said,

“Aww, a fluffy feline was curious to perceive the fount of an angelic medium.”

DeFacer didn’t respond or even move in the slightest. He only stared at Looter.

Looter blinked and tilted his head slightly. “Ah, an introvert. Since I pity the diffident, I shall bestow on you a higher probability of exiting with my blessing…after you show respect.” Looter looked at his hand and unsheathed his own claws.

DeFacer growled and said, “I’ll only pay respect to those whose lives are scarred because of you. Believe me, you’ll beg me to throw you in the trash.”

Looter drew his head back, then huffed and grunted in shock. After a few seconds, Looter moved his arms up and rested the palms of his furry hands against his head. He smiled and said,

“Heh, I hypothesize that you will be the next loser under my foot.”

DeFacer raised his arms and skid his feet farther apart from each other. He growled deeply. His anger grew as though it flowed outside his body like ki. He stared at Looter and said,

“Now you’re also going to beg that I take my foot off your FACE!”

To be continued…