100Deaths - My Challenge Stories

The Death of Frost

A/N: Remember Carlos? Frost is a plot bunny from the same universe.

    A thin layer of freshly fallen snow coated the ground of the world Frost currently resided in. He'd traveled to the world just a few weeks after it had sprouted from a young writer's mind — she wrote mainly as a pastime, so it would be near impossible for her to eradicate him. She probably didn't even know what plot bunnies were, much less that they existed within her stories. That is why he, and his father before him, tended to do their jobs in her head. They were not in any danger from the Legion here.
    Frost was a magic bunny — the type of bunny that could change a story so drastically it could become a completely different genre that it started as, all in a few minutes' time. He would pull at the very core of the story, giving the main character relations to magic the author probably never thought possible. Now, he's a part of a prophecy, the descendant of a wizard, or apprenticed to the spirit of the moon. There you have it, a fantasy story, while it all started out as realistic fiction.
    Now, in his current world, he knew he was taking a risk. Though it was a new story, it had been inspired by the cover of Adventures Of Huckleberry Finn. That seemed to be a small and insignificant connection, but it would still take less time for the Legion to be alerted of this story. In fact, if any members of the Legion were currently patrolling Huckleberry Finn's story, or even Tom Sawyer's, they'd probably have this story next on their list.
    The current, unaltered version of the story, was about a boy with a disease. He was homeless and orphaned, but one day a kind man began to talk to him. He adopted him soon after. He lived with him for about a year when they discovered he had a disease. And... that was it. Hadn't developed much since then, and he was going to twist it and make it fantasy. That was his job, after all. It would probably take a while, but he'd change it.
    In the meantime, he'd have to wait. He might as well increase the chances of him being found just by staying there so long. More time = more chances of being seen by characters. Frost considered moving to another, lesser known, story he'd edited for a while, but then thought better of it. Who knew when the story would move on? No, staying here was the more intelligent option, or so he thought. As he followed the main character to school one day, he noticed an odd squad of four grown human beings radiating powerful energy. This was not good. The Legion had clearly found him, if he didn't jump from the story immediately, they'd kill him.
    He realized they would also be able to follow him, so instead of leaving the story he just ran. Being smaller than the humans gave him a disadvantage, so he tried to hide instead, and ran directly into an alley. White fur brushing the underside of a dumpster, Frost hoped for the best. His survival of this encounter was questionable, and he heard his heart beating unusually fast and loud in his tiny body. His mind finally registered the fact that he could die, and sheer terror filled his stomach and spread throughout his body. The bunny's limbs were vibrating with restlessness. He heard them getting closer... and closer... oh spirits, he could see their feet.
    Swamp green-brown eyes peered at him. The human had brunette hair in a pixie cut. Freckles dotted her cheeks and nose. Most noticeable were her elven ears, sharpened at the tips. "Hey, it's kind of cute," he heard her remark to another.
    The reply came rather quickly. "White fur, purplish blue eyes?" The human, or possibly elf, in front of him bobbed her head. The movement frightened Frost, and he clumsily backed up. "He's a magic bunny. Seems harmless, but he can change the entire story drastically, all the way down to the genre." The human/elf in front of him gasped.
    "I suppose we can't leave him be, then," she sighed. Someone handed her a needle filled with translucent green liquid. "Sorry, little guy," the human/elf apologized, reaching for him. He was trapped within her grasp, and struggling did not do anything for him. He squeezed his eyes shut as she sunk the needle into his body, and his heart beat for the last time not a second later.

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Frost
Death by the Legion's Serum