Inside the front lobby, the furries enjoyed the impromptu convention. They partied, they yipped, they yiffed, and nobody could stop them. The security guards tried to tackle some to the ground, but were immediately swarmed and pacified by the cuddly outfits. Armed guards pulled out their handguns and unloaded. The bullets were blocked by the thick hides of the anthropomorphs. The armed guards were quickly disposed of by counter furry measures. Attendees kept their distance, recorded, or slipped out of the front doors. Gon and Roger quivered against the wall, while Natsuki watched her friends. A couple of her friends came to say hello, and the three gushed about their grand entrance.
"I have to...to stop them!" the brave Roger declared and moved forward.
"No, Roger! Don't be a hero, you fool!" his cohort cried out.
Roger leapt over the counter and landed on the opposite side, facing Natsuki and friends. He faced the wall of fur, adorable eyes, and twitchy tails. Some were fully enclosed in a fursuit, others were werefurs like Natsuki, and the rest wore the bare minimum animal parts, similar to Talis. One of Natsuki's friends, a green and black dog, spoke with a raspy, chain-smoker male voice, "We have a challenger. Gonna give him props for stepping up. Good on ya, man!"
"Hoho! Look at that strut! Those shoulders! Them eyes! Totemo kakkoii!" Natsuki's eyes flashed with exhilaration.
"Ah! He's real cute!" Natsuki's second friend, a wolf with a rainbow mohawk and high-pitched girly voice, cooed. She adored Roger.
The compliments strong-armed Roger into hesitation. Something awoke in him. He clutched his chest and the pressure therein, "Wh...what's going on? Their words are so...sweet. So kind. What are these feelings?"
"No! Don't get near them!" Gon pressed against the counter and tried to reach out.
Natsuki snapped her fingers and drew the attention of a squad of furries wearing military gear. One opened its fanny pack and yanked out a folded up cloth. They tossed it to Natsuki, and it unfolded in the air. She caught it: a kangaroo kigurumi. Natsuki and friends sprang onto Roger and tore into him like a pack of hyenas. The man screamed for mercy and cry-laughed from the tickling. After they were done, Roger sprang up in the onesie. He found a new him, gave double peace signs, and pitched his vocals to the cutest degree, "Uwu!"
"Roooger!" Gon failed his friend. The furries claimed another.
Kangaroo Roger and Natsuki's friends sprang towards Gon. He hightailed it away, and they chased after him like apex predators. While busy with that, Natsuki leaned over the desk and checked the computers. Her tail wagged when she found an open universal port. She took a uni-drive from her pants pocket and inserted it in.
She flipped over and lounged on the desk's edge. She turned her phone camera to herself and addressed Samira's avatar.
"Alright, alright! Mission complete! It's all you, Samira!" Natsuki winked.
In a sequestered basement, blanketed by darkness and highlighted by monitor screen lighting, Gamer's big sister typed away. Her oversized shirt hung off one shoulder. She sat with her legs crossed and her back fully hunched. Her navigator equipment hung haphazardly on a hook stand. Even before Natsuki came through, Samira began linking into the headquarters' internet network. After a few hurdles and firewalls, Samira was in.
When a command window popped up, she giggled evilly. She joyously entered, "Initiate bio_shock.exe."
Natsuki heard sparks coming from the computer. She hopped away, video recorded, and readied for one helluva show. However, the elevator doors opened and a deluge of officers came out. Their stun batons were out and primed.
"Kuso! Time to leave!" Natsuki yelled. The furries hightailed for the exits.
When the security passed by the reception desk, the computer monitor turned itself slightly to see the bedlam. It then discharged electricity and spooked the officers. All the lights of the building flickered and glitched. The advertisement boards displayed a shit-eating grin on the lower half of a man's face.
Samira (๑•̀ ᴗ•́)૭ "The network connection is secure. Now, if you would kindly...go get him!"
Gamer said, "Press start."
A eurobeat remix of Holding Out For a Hero blasted out of the speakers throughout the IGC HQ. The spark of life discharged again, and Gamer fired from the computer port using Wi-Fi signals, and digitally bounced to the nearest computer. Each bounce unleashed a wave of static that surprised and awed. Employees, players, and visitors were met by a storm of rebellion as Gamer bolted through the facility and to the upper floors. Monitors and displays were left with afterimages of Gamer sprinting or giving absurd gestures to the employees and police.
The crowd at Paragon were too scared by the sirens and flashing lights to do much of anything. Chaos erupted and everybody did the logical move of opening their phones and gluing their eyes to their screens. The only two not taken by the current events were Elroy and Dimitri. Father and son shared equal blows and well-timed parries in the classic game. The nostalgia, noise, and gaming put a smile on both of their faces. The strobing lights even played tricks on their peripheral and turned back the clock. Back to a simpler time. Elroy saw his little boy, and Dimitri saw his admirable dad.
On the exterior, the protesters were astonished by the lightshow on the inside and retreating furries on the outside. The billboard screens that usually played gameplay clips and showcased top players were taken over by Gamer and Samira. It showed an 8-bit version of Gamer climbing a steel-beam tower towards his 8-bit dumb gorilla of a father.
Attention and views fell on the helicopter feed. The reporter and crew panned out to show the path Gamer took across the building. The bursts of light and electricity made it evident. Some were so violent that it popped the glass ceiling panels.
"As you can see, something is causing total chaos in the IGC HQ. People are stunned, and from what we can tell...hold on. Look!" the helicopter reporter directed attention to the broken panes. After a good number of windows were shattered, it became obvious that letters were being written out.
Inside Mortimer's office, Martha and the cameraman did their best to focus attention on Chad and the surroundings. The police drew their firearms and flashlights, and prepared for any intervention for Chad. However, Councilor Mortimer calmly stood up and turned the channel on his television to the news broadcast. The crowd erupted once Gamer spelled everything out with his wanton destruction of the IGC HQ. The news couldn't make heads or tails of the situation. Chad leaned forward, boggled, and without any concern about the cameraman recording his disturbed reaction. Gamer spelled out,
FUCK YOU
HERBERT
Gamer ponged through the building towards his father's suite. Chad heard the discharges closing in on his office. Each pop made his tensed facial muscles twitch. He grimaced, and yelled at his robotic bodyguards, "Access the building's router control panel! Shut down the internet connection!"
In less than the blink of an eye, thanks to the speed of AI workloads, the task was completed. Simultaneously, the robot guards turned inert. A deafening quiet followed, since everybody inside the headquarters withdrew from noise when Gamer barged through. Chad's confidence was restored. The discharges were stopped, and he prevented his son from reaching him. By his calculations, based on the sound of the last discharge, his son nearly reached him.
Chad cleared his throat and held up his cuffed hand at the befuddled police, "Now, before any more unnecessary disorder befalls the people of this wonderful council, I advise you to take me to prison."
Martha stared into the camera and reported, "It appears Councilor Mortimer has successfully stopped his son's activity. We still have no clue how he is operating outside the game. It looks like..."
"How are you broadcasting?" Chad's eyes widened at the reporter.
"Our hotspot, of course," Martha happily answered.
Gamer's discharge from the camera followed immediately. It knocked the reporter and police officers backwards, and nearly shoved over the cameraman. The sparks reached out towards Chad, and he saw the visage of his son outlined in the digital energy.
"Checkmate!" Gamer declared with bit-crushed vindication.
The tip of the spark tagged Chad. It tasered the old man and jolted him unconscious. He tumbled to the ground after hitting each piece of furniture on the way down. The electricity, and thus Gamer, dissipated. The cameraman caught everything.
Across the world, on everybody's screens, the words GOD SLAIN appeared near the top.