Black Spot

Bernie/Dante

"It's Halloween. I could've spent it with my girlfriend Vee but Nooo! My mother had the audacity to ask me to house sit. No not ask, force! Yeah she forced me to house sit and here I am sitting with a human sized stuffed bunny complaining about my issues to it," I sighed as the Bunny laid there on the couch lifeless and unresponsive next to me in the living room.

Christ am going insane.

"Anyways, am I being ungrateful? I mean she provides for me for everything, I even use her Netflix password. But it's like every time she wants me to be her errand boy or something. Tell me Bernie, can i call you Bernie? Yeah, so....am I being paranoid, like is that not reasonable?" I asked the Bunny but remembered. I am speaking to a stuffed bunny.

I sighed and walked to the fridge in the kitchen. I need some water, I've been cooped up for a while. I need something strong.

"But you're her son, she's your mom. The least you can do is do whatever she wants. She gave you life for fucks sake," a high pitched voice responded.

I quickly turned back. "Who said that?" Purely freaked out. Am alone in the house. Who said that. My eyes wide with an unquestionable fear.

I walked back to the living room, a broom in my hand.

I looked around the room, there's no one in here. I poked the Bunny with the broom. "Ow! What was that for?!" The Bunny spoke as it tilted its head up looking straight at me.

What in the Disney hell is this?

"What kind of name is Bernie? My name is Dante. Your mother named me when she got me yesterday.  It seems like you need someone to talk to.....come.....sit." the Bunny gestured its hand for me to sit next to it where i sat.

He patted the seat "Come....sit....tell me all about it."

"Eh what the hell," I shrugged and sat next to it, the broom still in my hand tightly clenched.