the taste of darkness

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Diggy had always been an ordinary red rabbit. He lived in a peaceful village with Coffena, his gentle brown rabbit girlfriend, and their daughter Strawberria, a small energetic rabbit full of life. He was happy, content, and never suspected the dark spiral his life would soon take. He never felt out of place, at least not until he tried the meat.

It started one stormy evening. The rain lashed against the windows of Diggy's small wooden cabin, and a chill crept in through the cracks in the door. Coffena had taken Strawberria to visit some friends, leaving Diggy home alone. Chip, his best friend—a black monkey with fur so dark it almost absorbed the light—had come by for a visit. Diggy, growing tired of his usual diet of berries and vegetables, had been complaining all day about how tasteless his meals had become.

**"You ever wonder if there's something better out there?"** Diggy asked, lounging on his chair, his eyes fixated on the ceiling. **"Something... different?"**

Chip raised an eyebrow, his arms crossed. He was always the cautious one. **"Like what? What else could you eat?"**

**"I don’t know… Meat maybe?"** Diggy's voice trailed off. **"Just something with more flavor. Vegetables are so bland, Chip."**

Chip leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. **"Meat? You know we don't eat that. We're rabbits and monkeys, Diggy. We stick to fruits, veggies, the safe stuff. Messing with other food is dangerous. You don't know what it'll do to you."**

Diggy waved his hand dismissively. **"Yeah, yeah. I just wonder what it's like sometimes. It's not like I'd go hunting for it or anything. Just curious."**

The conversation drifted off, and the two friends spent the next hour talking about their usual things: Strawberria’s energetic antics, Coffena’s calming influence, and their plans for the upcoming village festival. But as the rain continued to pour outside, a knock came at the door.

**"Who's that in this weather?"** Chip asked, glancing toward the door.

**"No idea,"** Diggy replied, already on his feet. He swung open the door, and there stood a figure cloaked in a black, rain-soaked hood. They carried a small, wrapped parcel in their hands.

**"I heard you were hungry,"** the figure said in a gravelly voice, holding out the parcel. **"A special delivery for you, Diggy."**

**"What is this?"** Diggy asked, cautiously taking the package.

The figure only smiled, their face shadowed by the hood. **"Something that'll change your life. A gift. Consider it a treat. You’ll know what to do."**

Without another word, the figure turned and disappeared into the stormy night. Diggy closed the door, locking it behind him, and placed the parcel on the table. Chip stood at a distance, eyeing the package with suspicion.

**"I don’t like this, Diggy. It feels wrong,"** Chip muttered, his arms crossed tighter now.

**"Relax, it's just food,"** Diggy replied, unwrapping the package. Inside, there was a slab of cooked meat, steaming slightly. The smell was intoxicating—rich, savory, unlike anything Diggy had ever encountered.

Chip wrinkled his nose. **"I really don’t think you should eat that. We don’t even know what kind of meat it is."**

Diggy’s stomach growled in response, louder than his thoughts of caution. **"One bite won’t hurt."** He grabbed a knife and fork, cutting a small piece off the slab and bringing it to his mouth.

Chip took a step back. **"Diggy, don’t—"**

But it was too late. The moment the meat touched Diggy’s tongue, his eyes widened. The taste—oh, the taste! It was beyond anything he’d ever dreamed of. His entire body shuddered, his mind racing. The flavor exploded across his senses, overwhelming him with a primal satisfaction.

**"This is amazing!"** Diggy exclaimed, cutting another piece, larger this time.

Chip watched him with growing unease. **"You don’t know what that stuff is doing to you, Diggy. What if it’s cursed? What if it changes you?"**

**"It’s just meat, Chip!"** Diggy snapped, his voice harsher than intended. **"And I’m fine. Better than fine! You should try some."**

Chip shook his head vigorously. **"No way. I’m not touching that stuff. I’ve got a bad feeling."**

But Diggy didn’t care. He devoured the rest of the meat with a hunger he’d never felt before, his body trembling with every bite. His vision blurred, the room spinning around him as his senses grew sharper, more intense. He could hear every drop of rain hitting the roof, every creak of the floor beneath his feet.

Then, something strange happened. His muscles twitched, a sharp pain flared in his stomach, and he collapsed to his knees. Chip rushed over to him.

**"Diggy! What’s happening?"**

**"I… I don’t know…"** Diggy gasped, his breathing ragged. His eyes flicked to Chip, and for a brief moment, something dark flickered in them—something hungry.

**"I told you not to eat it!"** Chip yelled, panic rising in his voice. **"We need to get you to Coffena! Or to a healer!"**

But Diggy shook his head. **"No… I’m fine. Just give me a moment."**

As the pain subsided, Diggy stood, slowly regaining his composure. But something was different. He felt stronger, more powerful, as if a primal energy had been awakened within him.

**"I feel… incredible,"** Diggy muttered, flexing his fingers. **"Like I’ve been missing out on this my whole life."**

Chip stared at him, fear in his eyes. **"This isn’t right, Diggy. Something’s wrong with you. You’re not yourself."**

**"I’m better than I was,"** Diggy growled, his voice lower, more menacing. **"And I need more."**

Chip took a step back. **"More? You can’t! That stuff’s messing with your head!"**

But Diggy wasn’t listening anymore. All he could think about was the taste. He needed it again. The hunger had been awakened, and there was no going back.

**"I’ll find more,"** Diggy whispered, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity. **"And nothing’s going to stop me."**

Chip watched in horror as his friend, the once gentle rabbit he had known for so long, began to slip away into something darker, something monstrous.

**"What have you done, Diggy?"** Chip whispered to himself, dread sinking into his bones.

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