Rabbid Guy

Is There One That I Trust

It wasn't long before they had ridden away from the Junkard and back to the surrounding forest trail. Stickers sat in the back reading a student newspaper with a book light while Guy and Tie sat in the middle and Foster in the front, steering the warthog.

At first they were surrounded by trees, grass, and bushes, but over time the landscape had changed to the flat rocky plains of the desert.

Guy's gaze shifted from the moonlit ground and up to the infinite sky with more stars than he cared to notice in the past. For the first time he knew that somebody could be looking down at him from another world. He didn't have to imagine what some of them looked like, or even what they would think of humanity. Aliens had come to Earth in his lifetime from places fantastical. Stickers had come here, an alien invader from a magical realm. A clone soldier. A forty two year old rabbid. Aging even beyond rabbids recorded arrival to Earth. Maybe that meant there were rabbids even older out there. Maybe even older than he could imagine. Older than dinosaurs. Older than trees. The things those rabbids must have seen.

If only he could tell another human about what this meant. If only they understood the bigger picture. And to think after all this time it was rabbids that knew so much. He was goofing around on the cusp of danger with creatures nobody understood like he did now. Still, maybe it was best kept a secret.

Stickers did vow to kill him if he shared rabbid culture, and Guy was guessing it would be justified if it meant keeping his people safe. Not that he was worried. He wouldn't remember any of this by morning, but he desperately wanted to.

What if he never came back this time? Reduced to deactivated mutant DNA without conscious will. Forgetting wasn't like anything he wanted to go through again. It wasn't like falling asleep. He fought it and lost. It was more like.. dying.

"..Something on your mind Guy?" Tie asked. He wiggled his hand in a circle pointing upward, then pointed to his head, and then gestured to Guy with a quizzical expression.
"Oh.. I guess. I'm worried.." Guy said.
"Because of the humans at the casino?" Tie tilted his head.
"..Um, yeah," Guy said.
"You were pretty brave facing your coworker before. You panicked, felt better, then did something brave. Who's to say you won't become brave again?" Tie asked. He held his own shoulders and then pulled his hands forward into flexing arms.
"I wish I didn't have to be," Guy said.
"But.. you're going to the casino anyway, into a scenario where you might become afraid. You're going to have to be brave if you're going to get your pen back, right?" Tie asked. Guy played with his own hands.

"Well, maybe there's something I'm more afraid of than humans at the casino," Guy shrugged.
"..Like what?" Tie whispered, as if it was too scary to ask with vigor.

Guy couldn't face him and say something as sentimental as what he was thinking. No. He couldn't say that.

"Don't worry about it.." He said instead, "It's not something you can see."
Sticker's ears twitched.
Tie thought about what it could be. Something scary you couldn't see? Probably a ghost rabbid. He nodded at the guess, satisfied.

"Not to alarm anybody but this place we're traveling through now might be a bit dangerous, and it's hard to see much of anything right in front a' me, so just be on the lookout," Foster said.
"What could we expect to see?" Guy asked.
"Well no bandits that's for sure. They're all locked up, just like all the rest of the west," Foster said.
"Ok, so if there's no bandits.. then what?" Guy said.
"Maybe a sheriff or two," Foster said.
"Multiple sherrifs..Is that bad..?" Guy asked.
"You really aren't from around these parts are ya?" Foster said.

"That's the thing Foster. Guy's never been to the Rabbid West because he spent most of his life as a human!" Tie said. Foster turned around squinting his eyes.
"..Ya mean like you?"
"N-no..! Not like me! Like, literally! ACTUALLY," Tie got red in the face, "He even had a nose, head hair and fingers and stuff.." He crossed his arms.
"...So you're tellin' me, the rabbid we're going on a mission with used to have a nose, head hair, and fingers n' stuff, but now they don't have any a' those things because they's become a rabbid against all logic and predictability?"
"Yeah, pretty much," Tie said.
"HA!..That's a kneeslapper Jerry! I thought you were being serious for a second!" Foster said.
"I am being serious! We saw it happen! Right Tuller?" Tie looked to Stickers who put down their newspaper.