A War of Worlds

S.M.U.T. operators surrounded Lexter's house at 7:45 PM. Unmarked black SUVs blocked off the streets while two armored trucks covered the driveway.

The operators had carbines trained at house exits. Nobody had entered yet, as they were making preparations to strike in a strategic manner.

"Is everything in order?" Director Groan's voice came in over the radio.

"Sir yes sir," Agent Helena responded, wearing a tactical combat helmet.

"These helmets are designed to intefere with Cryptid Magic, that bastard's mind magic should bounce right off you," Groan explained, "Team Rock will enter through the main door. Agent Cockthorne, you take Team Hard through the backdoor and pound the enemy hard and fast. Now go!"

"Yes sir!" came the voices of Agent Helena Cockthorne and the squad leader of Team Rock, Agent Brandy Moonshine.

They moved quickly since the door was already open in the backyard. Helena and her team swept the rooms quickly and cautiously.

The front door burst open as an operator wielding a battering ram slammed through the doorknob area, breaking the door open instantly. More operators filled the house as the two teams kept a eye out for the Cryptid.

"Any signs of it?" Groan asked over the radio.

"Negative sir," Agent Helena responded.

"We've found a group of civilians and Agent Busty **** in the living room sir," Agent Brandy reported, "No signs of the Cryptid or any marks of struggle, they're just out."

"Damn it, exfil their bodies," Director Groan ordered, "I don't want them around in case things get ugly..."

Brandy's team began to carry the **** bodies out of the house as Helena's team began to check upstairs.

Within minutes, the entire second floor was checked thoroughly by the operators. No signs of the Cryptid whatsoever.

"We've cleared the second floor, no signs of Cryptid activity," Helena reported into her earpiece.

No response.

"Hello? I repeat, no activity on second floor, how should we proceed? Over," Helena spoke again.

The other operators on her team looked at one another in confusion. Did something happen?

"Let's go regroup with Team Rock and figure what's happening, could be the Cryptid's magic interfering with our comms," Helena spoke to her teammates.

They walked over to the stairs, only to find that the stairs simply weren't there anymore, it was just a dead end of the hallway.

"Um, ma'am, I'm pretty sure the staircase was here," one of the operators said to Helena.

"I thought so too..." Helena said.

Suddenly, the walls of the house flipped open in a bizarre reality-warping way. The operators suddenly found themselves standing on a stage in front of a live audience. Bright lights from the ceiling came down from every angle.

"Shit! We somehow got caught in the Cryptid's magic!" Helena screamed. How was this possible?

"Aren't our helmets made to prevent this??" another operator panicked.

Helena touched her face, only to realize that not only was she not wearing her helmet, her entire tactical uniform was gone. In it's place was a revealing pink bunnygirl uniform.

The other operators looked at each other and themselves in horror as they made the same realizations. The team of five operators found themselves without their weapons and dressed head to toe in new costumes, all while standing onstage in front of a deafening crowd. The three women, including Helena, were put in bunnygirl suits while the two men wore nothing but shorts.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" a booming voice echoed throughout the theater as Puk walked onto the stage wearing a suit and tie, "Welcome to the greatest game in the world, Carrot on a Stick!"

The crowd roared in applause and cheer.

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MEANWHILE...

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Agent Moonshine knew something was off, her team stood guard in the living room after safely placing the **** civilians and Agent Busty in the back of one of the armored trucks outside. Zero communications were coming in from both Director Groan and Agent Cockthorne's Team Hard. Something had gone wrong.

"Team Rock to Command, do you copy? Team Rock to Command!" she yelled. Static.

"Um, Agent Moonshine?" one of the operators spoke.

"Not now! I'm trying to contact HQ!" she said impatiently.

"When did you take your helmet off?" the operator asked.

Brandy's eyes widened as she realized that her helmet was not there. When? How? Why? She realized her fellow operators also had all their helmets gone. She blinked and suddenly the first floor of a suburban house they were in transformed into a large, dimly lit concrete room.

"Fuck!" she cursed, reaching for her weapon. That was gone too. Things we're not looking good...