I woke up quite dizzy and cold. "Where am I?" I thought.
All I could see was a few tools and odd looking fluids on a table. It was to hard to see what the fluids were for it was quite dark in the room. I blinked slowly, it was quite musty smelling I will admit, almost like....I gagged once the smell had worsened.
"Was it a corpse?" I wondered.
Suddenly I looked up to see a tall bunny like mascot walk in, pushing some dead body into the room. My heart fell deep into my gut and gagged again.
"Oh...you're awake now?" I heard a raspy british accent from the Rabbit suit.
"W-who are you?" I looked at the rabbit mascot, horrified on what was happening.
The rabbit mascot removed it's head, revealing a man underneath. The man underneath's appearance was-
"If you internally describe me as attractive I'll bitch slap you because I'm so fucking tired of everyone saying I'm a good looking guy when literally I look like a hit and run so shut the fuck up or are you gonna describe me as I should be described."
I looked at him confused. When I looked at him, he had very-
"I'm warning you." The man said again- staring at me with-
"Bitch if you say it, I'll knock your ass out."
......-had very pale, flat, gray eyes...very dull and soulless looking ones at that. However-
"Here we go again.." He said very irritated. "Damn straight!" He added.
I looked at him up and down, extremely confused on what he meant. He began removing more of the rabbit suit to reveal-...s-scars of some sort?-
"....'ritual' markings actually-" he said immediately bursting into laughter.
I don't even know what he was even saying. I was getting even more confused. I just stared at him, watching him put things down, picking up other supplies, I wasn't sure what to think. But for some reason, I felt drawn to him, his hair was dark in color, he had pale skin, but something felt off...as if I was-
"No one cares." He looked at me with his dead eyes, staring perfectly into my soul.
"P-pardon?" I responded.
"You heard me, i said no one cares about what you felt, can you just shut up with whatever narration you're doing or....y'know what, I'll shut up."
He then went back to what he was doing. Was he reading my mind?!-
"Yes....."
👁👄👁.........
"so anyway." He responded.
I was horrified, looking at the tall man picking up terrifying looking blades-
"It's a fucking knife, calm the fuck down." He again interrupted my train of thought.
What was he planning on doing to me?!
"...I don't even know, you're the main protagonist- the writer right now is just laughing their ass off." He said.
Me Irl: *wheezing in the corner*
"...so anyway, carry on." He answered.
He moved around the room slowly but fluently, professionally....but I couldn't help but feel....I felt so attached to him for no reason. His movements were quite painful looking as if he'd been really injured...I felt sorry for him. As I watched him, he bang to cut out parts of the dead body, I gagged once again, seeing the bloody mess. I tried to not cry, but at the same time...it was...
"Don't say it..." he said.
It was....almost....intriguing...sexy-
"Aight I'm out- peace mother fuckers, you are not seeing me next week or the week after, fuck this shit" he interrupted again, then walked out.
I sat there in complete silence. Still stuck to the chair, confused.
"Will you at least untie me?" I asked.
No response.
........well fu-
