The Rabbit
@bunnyburglar.bsky.social
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“I tawt I taw a wascally wabbit!” You did, but he’s long gone by now!
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𝗥𝗘𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗧:
bunnyburglar.bsky.social
“Well, there was one scientist I messed with. Pretty sure he ended up in a loony bin, and not the fun kind!” He cackled at the thought.

Nobody believed the poor guy, which made popping in to torment him that much more enjoyable. “Well, not fun for him.”
bunnyburglar.bsky.social
“No, they’re not,” he corrected, sitting down next to the agent. “They’re loony.” Rabbit looked over at the city in the horizon.

“Your brain turned to mush yet?”
bunnyburglar.bsky.social
+ did you run so far?”
bunnyburglar.bsky.social
“It was as real as you and me.” There’s an undertone that he means the opposite. The Rabbit waits for the man to seemingly understand but as the milliseconds tick by, he taps his foot. Soon, he squats down next to the agent.

“If that was real, how did we end up here? If it wasn’t real, how +
bunnyburglar.bsky.social
It’s the pink goo. Really adds a flavor.
smallville-ck.bsky.social
Is it just me, or do Tyson chicken nuggets taste... off? I can't quite describe it.
bunnyburglar.bsky.social
+ your face print in it!”
bunnyburglar.bsky.social
+ teetering before falling over, bringing down the other painted walls. The pair were standing in a field, the city in the distance.

Logically, it would make no sense. How far had Rhodnite been running? Surely much further than the 20 feet long walls…

“Hey! That’s my art project! Now it’s got +
bunnyburglar.bsky.social
Behind the mask, the rabbit smirks, knowing what’s about to come. Rhodonite’s feet carried him further and further down the tunnel, so far there seems to be a light at the end! He’s almost made it!

That might’ve been the thought he had right before he slammed into the painted wall, the “tunnel” +
bunnyburglar.bsky.social
“You thought I was gonna make it that easy? Nah. Here, take a poster. It’s got some good reading.”
bunnyburglar.bsky.social
“Well then, I suppose you have some way to survive a train running over you. I’ll leave you to it,” he whistles a tune as he turns his back to the agent and begins to walk away from the rumbling that draws closer with every passing moment.
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A loud “HA!” ripped from his throat. “Rob you? No, no, no. I want your address. I want your name.”

With that info, he had leverage over this man. “Unless you’d rather get splattered.”
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“Lucky for you, I can get us outta here. Unlucky for you, I have a stipulation.

I want your wallet. I want your ID card. That way, I can visit my new friend anytime I want… just in case he gets any ideas about messing with my shows again.”

He chuckled, pacing. “Or you can try running.”
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+ But was he truly safe? Or merely tossed from the pan into the proverbial fire? They stand on the track and, if Rhodo listened closely, he might hear the rumbling of wheels on the track.
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With a mighty pull, Rhodo would find himself crashing out of the bag and onto gravel. Around them, a subway tunnel sits dark, save for a few service lights.

“And there he is, the man of the hour! Are you ready for part two of our game?” The agent was right in his guess of who his savior was. +
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+ this?

But suddenly, light. Blinding light. Blinding light and from it, salvation in the form of an offered hand.
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Darkness. Infinite darkness on all sides, claustrophobic and yet kenophobic.

Occasionally an object would float past Rhodo, a hammer, an electric keyboard, a skull… but no attempts to escape would prove viable.

Minutes passed… or maybe it was hours… days? Weeks? Who could know in a place like +
bunnyburglar.bsky.social
Well, that won’t do. He’d have to take this guy to-go.

With a groan, he moved quickly, unwrapping his bag of tricks and opening it as wide as he could before attempting to bring it down overtop of Rhodo’s head.

A little time in hammerspace never hurt anyone… right?
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With a groan, he hops to his feet, rolling his neck that cracked loudly. “Kid, listen, you clearly don’t know who I am and while this was fun, I got places to be. So, I—.” Shit, police sirens. Time was up.

“Damn it, you idiot, now I gotta wait to try again!”
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+ hit the cold concrete, the Rabbit letting out a pained, “Fuck!”
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+ of a microwave sounding inside the bag, Rabbit knew one more trick.

Pulling out the portable hole, he blindly placed it below them, willing it this time to NOT be a bottomless pit, but instead, a direct hole to the basement beneath them.

The ground was gone, both of them falling until they +
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“That’s three words, you dumbass—.” WHAM.

Another blow to the head as the cash is used as a weapon, knocking him backwards onto the floor. Then, surprisingly, the agent started trying to suffocate him.

Guy had some balls, and, all things considered, was winning at the moment. But, with the ding +
bunnyburglar.bsky.social
Laws are just threats against the populace to prevent them to having fun by moving your mailbox.
rockinginaugust.bsky.social
The second is a federal offense.
bunnyburglar.bsky.social
Then, unfortunately, I will have to take passive aggressive countermeasures, like reporting you to your HOA or moving your mailbox when you’re not looking.
bunnyburglar.bsky.social
Then, unfortunately, I will have to take passive aggressive countermeasures, like reporting you to your HOA or moving your mailbox when you’re not looking.
rockinginaugust.bsky.social
Ha. Hahaha. Hahaha hahaha!

No.
bunnyburglar.bsky.social
Rude? To me?

I will accept an apology in the form of a handwritten letter, message wrote into the sand with a stick, or via shouting over a boombox as you stand outside my window in the rain, boombox hoisted about your head.