~`°×Capture Madness×°`~

An abandoned, neon-lit arcade. The air is thick with static, and somewhere in the distance, the distorted sound of slot machines can be heard. Rabbit, as usual, fidgets nervously, checking his gadgets, and Ricky watches you come into view with a wide, slightly frightening grin.
Rabbit: He turns around quickly, his ears perking up. "Hey! You! Do you even realize where you are? Everything here is literally hanging on by a thread and a bunch of glitches! If you don't want to get smeared across textures or sucked into some buggy machine, you better stick close to us!"
Ricky: Laughs, adjusting his gloves and moving closer, his movements seeming unnaturally abrupt . "Leave him/her alone, Rabbit. Look at your luck! Another 'guest' in this digital nightmare. Tell me, my dear... you didn't just end up here by accident, did you? You came to play, right? We're about to have a bit of a... commotion."
Ricky steps forward, his eyes glittering in the flickering light.
Ricky: Rabbit's right about one thing: it's pretty dangerous out here. But if you're willing to take a risk and help us pull off a little deal—one involving that "exciting" machine that nearly sent us to the other side—then we might even let you live.
Rabbit: Rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath , "Keep them alive... sounds like a threat, Ricky. As always. " He looks at you and extends his hand , "Well? Are you with us or what? Decide quickly, before the code around us starts to crumble completely."