On a cozy, cool night, a white rabbit with soft white and black fur on her body and beautiful orange hair named Jess reclined on her couch in the living room of her apartment watching internet videos on her television. She had a warm wool blanket and a hot cup of chamomile tea as she watched three former web animators play video games on her large screen. "Dude, did I ever tell you about this one time my cousin gave me a jar of pennies with a turd hidden inside?" the Irish gamer began. Jess chuckled at his hilariously pointless yet odd tale as he slashed at blocky zombies with an even blockier sword.

Suddenly, her busty, half-blonde roomate Clara walked into the room with Jess's vibrating phone. "Jess, your phone's been ringing for the past few hours in my room. Its Pickchu." she says with a content look. Jess looks up at her with an annoyed wince. "Okay why was my phone in your room the whole-..." she shakes her head and grabs the slightly damp phone, pinching it with two fingers and shooting a disgusted look at Clara. "We'll talk about this later." she says before answering the call. Clara laughs about it and reaches into her cleavage to grab her own phone and headphones to listen to music.

"Hi Jess. I met a few people here who were angry about the merge. They said they were people before and now they're stickfigures! What do you think the goddess meant by that?" Jess walks into the kitchen and pulls out a few slices of bread and some deli meats out of the fridge while she holds her phone between her cheek and her shoulder. "I think they drew stickfigures as kids and never made anything after that." she replies as she lathers some mayonaise on one slice of bread. "That's weird. Normally people come as themselves if they don't have OCs." Pickchu replies.

Jess piles meat and cheese onto the slice of bread as well as a few leaves of lettuce. "Well, if they created a character, then they created at least one counterpart in the fictional universe," she begins as she searches the cabinets for an unopened pickle jar. "So they had at least one being to merge with. That's my theory anyway." Jess says this as she searches the whole kitchen for a pickle jar. She mutters, "Son of a bitch where are those fucking pickles, god damn it-" Pickchu then blurts out, "Ahhh...are you busy?" as Jess opens the fridge and drops her phone. "FUCK!" she yells loud enough for Pickchu to hear at a distance. Jess picks up the phone and says, "Sorry, let me call you back." then hangs up.

Pickchu shrugs and sits in a folding chair in front of his trailer, watching religious videos on a cheap tablet. His trailer is parked in a strange trailer park filled with various characters that range from realistic looking superheroes to floating orbs with faces on them. He sighs and turns off his tablet and takes in everything around him. Everything he has warned people about prior, that even he had no idea was coming. His seemly false hopes for a brighter future became true, to an extent. *I don't know what I was expecting, but I guess the goddess knows what she's doing.* Pickchu thinks to himself. *Maybe she wants me to see a fully merged pair of worlds for myself, to show me if I was wrong to wish for this.* His arms twitch in anxiety as his routine may not fit this new life he wished for. He looks up at the night sky and observes the space ships and dragons as they fly by, as well as the various colors of stars that illuminate an otherwise dark sky.

Pickchu sees one of those orbs float by and gets up and waves to him. "Ya need somethin'?" the blue orb asks the orange bunny. "Yeah, what were you before the merge?" The orb looks back and forth awkwardly. "I was just a humble barbeque chef makin' some good ribs." he says. "But, with no hands to cook with, I just float around." Pickchu puts his hand on the orb and pets him. "That's terrible! I'm sorry you're going through that." He then holds out his hand and says, "I'm Pickchu by the way. Nice to meet you!" The orb just looks at him with contempt. "For someone with a behind that makes me question my sexuality, you sure are oblivious." he says as he looks Pickchu up and down, then floats away. Pickchu then poses to show off his body and yells at the ball, "Well, you can forget about getting any of this, then, asshole!" He then storms off into his trailer and slams the door, leaving his chair outside. He then crawls into bed and pulls the covers over his face.

Meanwhile, Jess scrubs her phone screen to get Clara's juices off of it. "Due to supply and labor shortages, you may see less pickles on store shelves!" a newscaster says on the TV. "Some experts say this divine interven-" *Click*. Jess turns off the TV with a click of the remote. "What a load of bullshit." she says as she sniffs her phone to make sure its clean. She then walks into her room and takes off her shirt and her bra before wearing an oversized shirt, and then goes to the bathroom to brush her teeth and finish getting ready for bed. She then hops into her bed and pulls her minty green sheets over her head. The minds of both Pickchu and Jess are plagued with a thought, "Everything is different now, but is it even better?"