I really, really hate life sometimes. And my story of hatred all started with a damn rabbit. Or more so, a boy with black rabbit ears. You're probably confused, so I'll start telling you, dear reader, my malice-filled story.
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I run. Run away from my past. My past that writhes and twists and bites at my ankles, and when I thought I had gotten away from it, it snaps forward and swallows me whole. Through the forest I go, feeling branches snag on my long black hair, but I ignore it.
I swiftly leap over a tree root rotted black. I don't notice when the forest around me turns dark and ominous.
But then I see something peculiar; tall black rabbit ears moving out of sight. Instinctively, I follow them. My foot gets caught in a freaking rabbit hole; imagine that. I try to pull it out, but it just succeeds in getting it stuck more, if that's possible.
I feel a hand close around mine and lift me out of the rabbit hole. I look up to see a guy with blak hair and matching rabbit ears. He's got a kind of ticked off look. I wonder if those ears are fake?
"Come with me," the rabbit boy commands. I cross my arms and glare at him with my grey eyes.
"Why would I do that?" I demand impatiently. He ignores me and grabs my hand again and starts running through the forest, dragging me along. I decide to just go with it, but then my feet fall from underneath me and then I am spiraling down into a dark abyss. I don't see rabbit boy during my descent.
I finally land on my feet at the bottom of the pit and look around. It looks like a scene from a recurring nightmare. The ground is dark purple and the walls are black with etchings of terrible creatures on them. Too late, I notice one of the creatures come out of the wall and turn three-dimensional. It's some weird lion thing with spikes instead of a mane and a clockwork body. It roars at me with a mechanical buzzing sound.
Shit, shit, shit.
I locate a door with gears protruding from it and I run past the lion thing and through the door. The lion is too big to get through. Frustrated, it sticks one oily paw through the door, coming way too close to me.
I decide to keep walking. I can't go back the way I came. I keep walking until I spot a cat. As good as anybody to ask where I am of any, since I did just witness a drawing come to life.
I approach the cat, which is gray and electric blue with sharp fangs and yellow eyes. It smiles eerily at me from its perch on a ledge on the wall and jumps down on all fours. It's obviously not a normal cat.
When it jumps down, it morphs into a boy around my age with cyan hair and gray cat ears. His eyes are still yellow and he has a striped tail protruding from his lower backside.
My day just gets weirder and weirder.
