He tried a uppercut. No collision.
Javier slammed the laptop shut.
He pressed Start.
Silence.
A default, lifeless Mii with a blank face and the label "USER_01" above its head. It didn’t blink. It just stared. He tried a uppercut
Then, all 61 other fighters turned toward him simultaneously. Their Mii mouths opened wide—wider than any human face should—and in perfect, horrifying unison, they whispered through the tinny laptop speakers: He tried a uppercut