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She needs a nap, or a coma. Which ever comes first.

BLINK, BLINK. “. . . How long have I been out?”

🥺 “Now that was rude—, what’d lil’ ol’ me ever do to. . . Big ol’ you?”

“I—, you—! Hey now, don’t be rude. . . I mean you’ve got a right to be upset, but in my defense—? I didn’t mean to.”

Hands are up in the air—! “Listen, listen, listen—. I get it, I really do! That other rabbit’s really. . . And I mean REALLY persuasive. . . Honestly I just. . . Lost myself.”

Hands slowly, hesitantly lower. “I’m sorry—. I really am—. Things seemed. . . So different. I was just having fun, and I thought you all were having fun too—, but. . .” Fingers begin fiddling together. “But that wasn’t reality.”

“No—! No! I meant what I said literally.” That had her shaking. “The boss just wanted you— us, to capture him. Not kill him, that’s what he said. Not kill. Said it’d be a fun game. . . I didn’t want any of this—.”

“. . . The rabbit in the basement. Waaaay deep down the rabbit hole.” The snap earned a genuine flinch. “. . . Saw him before I was head of security, back when I was a beta tester. . . Wanted to make them proud, thought it was part of it.”

Eyes are wide—, yet they’re filled with tears. “. . . The old pizzeria under your raceway. He’s been hiding there, waiting for a loooong time. . . I—, I don’t expect you to believe me, it is. . . A stupid thing to say, but. . . It’s the truth.”

Gloved hands wipe at her face—, honestly relieved. “. . . Oh thank GOD—. But. . . Are we. . . Okay? I mean, I know we’re not gonna be okay, but. . . Still?”

“. . . Listen—, I wanna get better. I don’t. . . I don’t wanna do THAT again. . . I just—. I want to be better. Not the. . . Psycho bunny woman. Just—, if I screw up again? Just knock me silly okay? I don’t wanna hurt anyone.”

“‘course—! No mask, can do—! Just. . . Keep away from the hole under the raceway. . . It’s locked off but—. Better safe than sorry. . .”

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“. . . The pizzaplex is so cold. . . I need a coat.”

“. . . Fuzzy, not fluffy. . . Though I’m honestly not sure. All I know is I can’t stand it. . .”