Rabbid Guy

Like a Record That's Skipping

Guy sat up in his bed fully awake, remembering what he last saw. It had gotten worse. There wasn't only one rabbid anymore. The more he looked the more rabbids he saw in his room. They were on his desk, looking through his dresser, gathered on the floor. Before he could count them all, a good number of them picked up their various cameras and assaulted him with light. He yelped. Shielding his eyes, he threw himself out of bed, pushing anything in front of him out of his path. He opened the door to the stairs. There was still more! Not safe yet, he ran down through the kitchen, living room and finally out the front door. All the while rabbids were taking pictures of him. Was this a prank?? When he opened the door to his front lawn rabbids were there too. They turned to face him. Microphones in hand. He stopped and backed into his porch, cornered.

A rabbid with a microphone was talking to a rabbid recording her, almost as if she was reporting.

Other rabbids were walking up to him with microphones, babbling with their strange noises. They sounded like questions, but how did they expect him to understand?

"What??" Guy blurted. He felt like a trapped animal about to explode. A couple of them tried to gesture what they meant. One tried drawing a message on a notepad, "W-What are you doing here!? What do you want!?" He tried to keep track of them all but there were so many.

They stopped. It was silent beside the swivel of their ears. Then, they all collectively ran. Some even climbed out of Guy's windows like a flood.
One tripped and dropped his camera. He turned to pick it back up, but something scared him out of it and he continued to run. Something he heard with his ears.

Guy held his chest with relief. They were all leaving. He listened for whatever was scaring them. If rabbids were running was it dangerous to him too? or were they all collectively delusional? Ah whatever. Maybe just a helicopter.

That was the largest number of rabbids he had ever seen, and they had been all over his house. Ew.

Once he thought they were all gone, Guy peeked inside before slowly stepping into his house. The place was a mess, but not trashed. The rabbids had enjoyed looking through practically everything he owned. They didn't always put back what they looked through, but most of the items weren't far from where they were supposed to be.
In the kitchen some of his snacks had been opened and partially eaten, as well as some cans of sparkling water from the fridge. It was a shame to throw it out, but who knew what the rabbids had their hands on last.

What had he been thinking about??

Oh yeah, the fact that he saw a rabbid with a syringe in his room! That was even before all the other rabbids showed up. What did that mean for him? Did that rabbid inject something into him? Take blood from him? He wasn't sure if the syringe was empty or not.

Even if it was empty when he saw it, the rabbid could have filled it soon after. Since there wasn't anybody in the room besides them at the time, there was a good chance the needle was for Guy. Guy shivered. If he had a bad trip or overdosed or just straight up died because the drug was toxic for his bloodstream, he didn't know how to handle it. He didn't feel bad so far, so maybe he was overreacting. Just because a rabbid had a syringe around him didn't necessarily mean he used it. Guy was probably going to be fine, right? He didn't need to take an expensive trip to the ER unless he noticed something for sure. Not exactly the 'better safe than sorry' route, but he didn't want to act on something he didn't know to be true.

This was starting to become too much for his psyche. Every day rabbids were involving themselves in his life, causing mayhem for no reason. Would his cameras come in already? And of course the emitters didn't work, or maybe they did. Guy found their pieces smashed up on the ground, so they happened to at least bother someone enough to break them. Still, they didn't work enough to keep all the rabbid photographers out, which was their only function. There goes all that money down the drain.