Rabbid Guy

Modern Man

Guy sat up straight on his couch, gasping for breath. He calmed down when he realized he was only in his house. He wasn't melting away or being burned into nothing in a world ending bomb. What was that all about?

It felt like he had lived an entirely other life until now. Weird cities? Other Guys? He kinda missed them. Ugh, he was dehydrated.
Did he fall asleep on the couch last night? Was he watching something on his TV? Whatever it was, he probably shouldn't be watching it at night.

What in the world had he been up to before now?? He got home from work and took a nap, and then there were rabbids in his house and the verminators emptied his wallet. He fixed his door, and then he was online scrolling through some cancer research discussions on a forum, as well as some cat videos because, well who could resist? Then he.. then he.

Then he didn't know what he did. Maybe he was thinking about work or something? Did he even make himself dinner? He was going to try a recipe from a cooking YouTuber he liked and had been meaning to use the ingredients.
He stood up and noticed his totally shredded shirt and tie, especially at the bottom. He was also in his underwear. It wasn’t what he usually wore to bed but he wasn’t against the idea. He could at least take off his tie. Why keep it? Perhaps he had been more tired than he realized.

He walked into the kitchen and was surprised to find a lot of supplies previously on the counter carelessly thrown on the floor. It was easy to assume rabbids were involved. They had barged into the house before, they could sure do it again.
It irked him to think of how his current wear might’ve gotten torn now that rabbids were likely to blame. Maybe they wanted to prank him by having him wear it, or they were playing with his clothes while they were still on him. To think those rodents could've touched him while he was asleep or even sleepwalking again. It was as if his house was already infested, even if he couldn't see it now. They were everywhere, on his mind, in his house.

At least he found one good thing to come from the mess. On the kitchen table left behind was a watch, and not just any watch, but one of those expensive watches everyone used as a status symbol more than they used it to tell time. Obviously a rabbid was to blame for misplacing it. Clearly a creature that didn't understand its value. Ah well, when opportunity struck, how could he say no? Finders keepers losers weepers and whatnot.

He slipped it on his wrist, right next to a mole on his skin. Nobody in the entire world had the exact same mole. It surprised him with a sadness. Did he consider himself a lonely guy? Maybe, but he didn't see the point in trying to change anything. Some pains were for the best.

Finally he checked the fridge. He forgot to eat dinner.

***

Driving into work, he still felt off, as if a part of him hadn't fully woken up. Everything was real and brisk but he was unbalanced, heavy in a part of his head making the world askew.

Perhaps it hinted at the way everything in his actual life was starting to appear.
Of course he didn’t feel right. He was haunted, stalked, and even the verminators agreed this was unlikely to end anytime soon.
He stopped his car at a red light only to find three rabbids on the sidewalk hanging out. One rabbid saw him, poking his friends to get their attention. When they saw it was Guy, they all waved. Guy didn’t wave back. He tried to control his breathing and look away. When he peeked back to see if they were still there, they were waving to something behind him. He snapped back to look. Behind him? Was someone there?? He couldn’t see well enough. The light turned green. He had to keep driving.

He was practically dying of paranoia by the time he reached Big Hope. The only reason he hadn't pulled over was that he wasn’t convinced he had even seen what he thought he did.
Checking the back of the car eased his mind with an absence of stowaways. Those rabbids had to have been messing with him before, if his memory was even accurate. That was enough of that. He had to focus on getting through the day. He wasn’t going to become some crazy person over this.