[yeah, I don’t know how to explain it, it’s like someone’s watching me or something.]-9:42pm
{didilovesyouuu}
[ouu girll..have u tried telling the police abt it yet?]-9:43pm
{your user}
[nah, why would I bother💀 it’s not like they’re gonna do anything, be fr.]-9:45pm
{didilovesyouuu}
[ok first of all, attitude?? 2nd of all yr lowk right lmao they’re useless😭 they haven’t even looked into those missing people]-9:46pm
{your user}
[Didi I love you and all, but do NOT bring that up rn pls.]-9:47pm
[Im already paranoid enough.]-9:47pm
{didilovesyouuu}
[oops-sorry, I forgot hehe]-9:48pm
Your best friend just knew exactly how to comfort you, huh? Bringing up the recent cases of missing people right after you were venting to her about feeling paranoid and watched lately. You don’t know what you’d do without her, seriously, but sometimes you wish she could just read a room for once.
Could she have a point though? Maybe you should go to the police, at least to leave some sort of trace or record in case something did happen to you. Yeah, that sounded smart enough, right in the middle of Halloween season too right? Dumbass, they’ll shove your complaint to the bottom of a drawer and forget about it in a day.
You’ll just take matters into your own hands, perhaps start carrying around a weapon incase worst comes to worst-
ding!
[1 new message]
Oh, it was probably didi saying goodnight or something. You debated leaving her on sent for a little- your body feeling sluggish after a long day of doing nothing, but, you picked up the phone anyway.
{unknown number}
[hey.]-10:24pm
The hell? Well thats not ominous at all. You thought about blocking them, wasn’t this the average dumbass main character move? Responding to a random weirdo. Whatever, you’re curious and bored, à deadly combo.
{you}
[Who is this?]-10:30pm
{unknown number}
[took you long enough.]
[and don’t worry about it.]-10:30pm
Wow. We sure have captain mysterious over here. And damn, that was fast. Were they waiting for you to reply or something?
{you}
[That’s cute and all, but if you don’t answer, you’re getting blocked.]-10:31pm
{unknown number}
[look out of your window.]-10:33pm
Uh…what the fuck?
You ran to your bedroom window, quickly pulling the curtains aside and taking a peek. Darkness, darkness and your neighbors house was all you saw. You even opened it and stuck your head out, looking side to side a couple of times, before coming back in and closing it.
Ohh you get it, this is a Halloween prank huh? Some fucked up, badly timed prank. Just what you needed.
{you}
[Is this a prank or something?]-10:35pm
[There’s nothing there.]-10:36pm
{unknown number}
[not a prank.]-10:36pm
[just wanted to see you.]10:37pm
Your blood ran cold. Who was this? Was…was this person the reason you’ve been feeling so watched lately? Do you have a fucking stalker?
{you}
[If this is a prank, it’s not funny.]
[Tell me who this is or we’re done here.]-10:40pm
<seen>10:42pm
Oh great, now you’re getting left on seen? What a dick move. Probably some fuckass middle schooler playing with y-
ring!
Fuck! Holy shit was that terrible timing. And who the fuck is calling you at 11 fucking pm?
[incoming call]
[unknown number]
{accept} {decline}
ring! ring! ring!
You stared at your phone. Something was telling you not to pick up, it felt…weird.
[decline]
Yeah…that seemed like the smartest choice for now. Just in case, you’ll go to the police in the morning and report the creep. Until then you’ll just make sure all the doors and windows are lock-
ring!
Fuck! Again?!
[1 new message]
{unknown number}
[pick up.]-10:51pm
Your stomach turns. Should you decline again? Maybe you should even block them afterwards as well. That would be the most sensible option right now, right?…
click
“H-hello…?”
Silence. Nothing but subtle breathing on the other line. Why did they make you pick up if they aren’t even gonna talk!? You can feel yourself growing more and more irritated with this mystery person every minute that passes by.
“Hello? Who is this! Answer me already for fucks sake!”
You swear, if they don’t respond in the next five seconds-
“Hi.”
.
You’re fucked. Completely, totally fucked. It’s a guy. You’re not sure how old he sounds yet, but you’re sure he’s a man. How are you supposed to defend yourself if he tries anything? You better start searching for a weapon, a knife, anything.
“Y…you’re a guy?”
A breath. Then,
“Yeah. Surprised?”
“A little…”
“Hm.”
Silence. Is he not gonna talk or what? This could’ve been a text, an email, literally anything else. Ha. Classic you, joking around even when you could be in potential danger.
“Listen, what do you want? Money? Nudes? A reaction? What is it.”
“Do you like scary movies?”
. . .
“W-what?”
“Do you…like…scary movies?”
“I mean yeah, but what does that have to do with anythi-”
~In which, a girl realizes her love is meant to be cherished and returned, not absorbed and ignored- and a certain boy helps her see just that after a night of rain and tears, Part 2~
Part 2 of my Rin Itoshi x reader fic!
Cw: Lots of dialogue here…heh
I lied! Me and tumblr talked it out and we’re back on good terms xoxo❤️❤️ i take back everything I said
Still working on the aesthetics chill on me…
(maybe) ooc rin
Use of y/n cuz I can’t decide if I like that or (name) more
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
“A-and then he told me to deal with it or find someone else! After three years!”
You don’t know how exactly it happened, but one second you were arguing with a random man you self-diagnosed as a crackhead, and the next he was sitting beside you as you sobbed about your pathetic relationship to him. And if you’re being honest, he wasn’t a bad listener. Maybe a bad responder, but a good listener nonetheless.
“Why don’t you just…leave him? This all sounds like a problem you’ve given yourself.”
Well..he wasn’t wrong. Damn random guy…making you feel dumb. Why was he listening to you anyways?
“Why are you letting me talk about this anyways? Don’t you have somewhere to be, crack to sell?
He lets out a close-eyed exhale through his nose before looking at you and answering-
“For the last time, I am not a crackhead lady. And to answer your question, you honestly looked pathetic sobbing there alone.”
Fuck..Was that too harsh? Rin struggles a bit reading social cues l, and he would hate to be the reason you start bawling again after just having calmed down. Not because he’d feel bad, no never that. But because it would be extremely awkward and he’d probably end up walking away. Before he could start devising an escape plan though, you spoke up-
“Why would you say that you asshole! Do you genuinely have no home training!?”
Your words rang out at the same time your hand lightly smacked his shoulder, the other one simultaneously rubbing at your tear-stained eyes while you were…laughing? Huh, maybe he didn’t mess up after all.
“Yeah yeah I get it, maybe I should take you out to get coffee and dessert sometime? To make up for my lack of manners and home training, that is.”
.
.
.
Well…he certainly didn’t seem interested in you, so this wasn’t expected at all. Sure, he was attractive and all, but you just weren’t the kind of person to jump from one guy to another. Not to mention you were still taken after all. You slowly pulled your hand back before trying to form the words as nice as possible,
“Listen, you’re a nice guy and all but, I’m not exactly interested in anything-“
His eyes widened subtly before you were interrupted, geez so much for your oh so nicely crafted words.
“No! Not like that idiot, just as an apology, even though it was your fault after all. Plus you seem like you need it, being with a loser, crying like a loser, and all that.” He shrugged.
“Ok first of all, fuck you, and second of all, in that case then yeah, I’m down. I’m pretty irresistible though, so try not to fall in love with me or anything, heh.”
Damn you were funny, you would probably date yourself if you weren’t such a bird that stayed with a guy who put you last and didn’t care about you. Wow, majestic guy might be right, you really were kind of pathetic. Anyways,
“Don’t make me regret this and not show up, weirdo.”
Ok maybe not so funny, or maybe he has a stick up his ass. You looked at him start to get up- pulling up his umbrella with him and- yeah, he definitely does. What’s majestic guys name anyways? You should probably ask before he goes.
“Hey, crack guy- whats your name again? I never got it.”
Ha, you can practically see the irk mark appear on his forehead before he sighs and answers you,
“You’re not gonna drop that stupid nickname, are you? And it’s Rin, Rin Itoshi.”
That’s weird, you could’ve sworn you’ve heard that name somewhere, why did it sound so familiar? Maybe Micheal talked about him or something. Whatever, beats you anyways.
“I’m glad we established that, And I’m Y/n L/n, it was nice meeting you Rin, despite the circumstances lmao.”
You don’t know why but, for some reason it felt right. His name on your tongue that is, as if you were meant to say it, use it. No awkwardness or anything, like it rolled out of your mouth and into the wind perfectly.
“Well, “Y/n”, are you walking back home? It’s still raining, and it doesn’t seem to be stopping any time soon. I’ll give you a ride.”
..Why does he keep being so nice to you? From your first impression of him, you would absolutely expect him to leave you there to rot for all he cares. However, who are you to deny a free ride? Especially this late at night and with this weather. So of course, you accept.
“Oh..well if you’re sure you don’t mind then yes, I’d appreciate that please and thank you.”
Was that polite enough? Hopefully it didn’t sound too ass-kissing, you just didn’t feel like having him take back his offer.
“Why so bashful? Don’t act shy as if you weren’t the one who made me witness you going through the seven stages of grief.”
Nevermind. Kill him.
Anddd chapter two is done heh… did I cook? Yes yes thank you thank you chill on the glaze guys…xoxo
Maybe I should make Kaiser fight Rin heh😈😈 or not who knows fuck it we ball xoxo
Oh my god Im so fucking angry right now there will be no chapter two Im not built for this author shit tumblr deleted half of my fucking draft bro I hate tumblr so bad genuinely fuck this fuck bluelock fuck fanfiction
but bunny is hot in all the panels he was in, and he's such a cutie hehe
how u supposed to take a mf named teddy seriously, like its so ridiculous hearing that as a person living in the uk, cuz wdym ur name is actually teddy knight 😭😭
icl knsr needs to work on his naming skills... i feel like he did so well on the nigerian team but then idk what happened
but bunny is hot in all the panels he was in, and he's such a cutie hehe
how u supposed to take a mf named teddy seriously, like its so ridiculous hearing that as a person living in the uk, cuz wdym ur name is actually teddy knight 😭😭
icl knsr needs to work on his naming skills... i feel like he did so well on the nigerian team but then idk what happened
but bunny is hot in all the panels he was in, and he's such a cutie hehe
how u supposed to take a mf named teddy seriously, like its so ridiculous hearing that as a person living in the uk, cuz wdym ur name is actually teddy knight 😭😭
icl knsr needs to work on his naming skills... i feel like he did so well on the nigerian team but then idk what happened
YO genuinely kill off this new donkey testical testicular idk bruh balls nut sack little shit bro how are you chopped and an asshole bro how DARE he kick my glorious king baby boy bachira in the face just shoot him already bro
Ok I might be biting off more than I can chew here but hear me out…
Bluelock x Fnaf???
Im thinking either reader as an animatronic that also has a human form OR the bllk characters as the animatronics and reader as the worker/micheal afton??
~In which, a girl realizes her love is meant to be cherished and returned, not absorbed and ignored- and a certain boy helps her see just that after a night of rain and tears~
Rin Itoshi X reader!
First tumblr post kinda nervous😳
Cw:Arguing, asshole Kaiser, yapping, cussing
This got wayy longer than I thought it would be, so it’ll extend into around three parts I’m thinking
Please give me your honest opinions if you don’t mind!
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
You've tried, you swear you've tried. Of course, you knew the consequences of dating someone with as much fame as your boyfriend- Michael Kaiser, but blinded by love and connection, you decided to ignore all logical reasoning and adopt the him and I mentality, convinced it was you and your man against the world- and no amount of fangirls or insecurity could get in the way of that.
But it's moments like these. Moments where your boyfriend is so close yet so far, girls drinking him in like he's the last sip of water in a stranded desert, looking at him in a way only you should be able to. And he lets them, because your pretty boyfriend just loves the attention so much– it’s necessary for his “ego” apparently, but wasn’t your attention enough?
Then came the eye contact, and his handsome smirk faltered the slightest bit, the corner of his mouth subtly twitching. It wasn't obvious, but anyone who knew him as closely as you did could tell he was struggling to keep up the act- lips twitching and eyes seeming just a little more aware. You knew he could tell, one look at your face and he was already dreading what was to come, and not without reason.
"You're being over dramatic, and we both know that is a habit of yours by now, no? Being insecure will get you nowhere. I refuse to argue about or repeat this little game with you anymore. Simply deal with it, or find someone else.”
Now, obviously he wasn’t being serious. Psshh- He might not be the best at words, but at least he made it obvious he didn’t actually mean that- and you know him well enough to figure that much out by now, right? I mean, come on, he’s the Micheal Kaiser for fucks sake. Women and men all around the globe would kill if not more to be in your spot, but he chose you, surely you would put up with it and move on like always, no?
Well…this is awkward for him.
All you could do was stare at your so called “lover" with that of shocked eyes, re-evaluating your life choices and how you ended up here. You knew your boyfriend could be harsh sometimes, but straight up telling you to disregard you feelings or find someone else? That was new, and you didn’t like what he was insinuating one bit. So, in a blind fit of bottled up emotions including rage and your last bit of dignity, you simply turned around, grabbed your jacket, and walked out the front door, slamming it behind you in an attempt to be petty. And all he could do was flinch at the sudden noise, and stare at the door blankly hoping knowing you’d come back soon anyways.
(Zoinks, really messed up there, huh Micheal?)
drip… drip… drip…
Drops of water continued calling around you, soft at first. Like the rain itself was attempting to comfort you, gently patting your back and wind whispering Im your ear that everything would be okay. Legs with a mind of their own kept walking forward with no intention of stopping, you didnt know where you were going but you knew you needed to leave, leave before you said something that would undoubtedly end up hurting him more than you. It was exhausting, constant arguments and constant begging, you didnt know what do at this point. You weren’t dumb, you knew you were slowly building up resentment towards your boyfriend- but what were you supposed to do about it?
The answer was getting clearer and clearer every day, and the more you thought about it, drenched and cold- wait, drenched? Oh fuck. It started pouring and you didn’t even notice. Great, now you were wet, sad, and thinking about breaking up with your boyfriend of three years. You looked around trying to find a sheltered spot, somewhere you could sit down and think without the violent rain blurring your vision every time you blinked.
Finally settling on a set of stairs in-front of a seemingly abandoned building, you sat down at the top pulling your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around them comfortably. You were so, so tired. All you wanted to do was close your burning eyes and finally breathe, focusing on nothing but the sound of rain loudly hitting the metal roof above you and the tiny puddles forming in the street. Did you even love Micheal? Or did you just spend the last three, grueling years forcing yourself to believe something that was never true?
It’s not like you would be completely lost without him, you had a stable job and money wasn’t an issue. But the question wasn’t how you would leave, it was to where? Who did you have beside him? Well, you suppose that was an issue for future you-
creak, swoosh- bang!A
“Ow- fuck! What the fuck!”
One second you were planning your hypothetical break up plans, and the next all you felt was a sharp pain at the back of your head. What kind of asshole opens a door full force? And what the fuck were they doing inside of an abandoned building? Probably crack or some shit. Fucking crack head.
Turning around to give the culprit of your painful, small growing bump the nastiest glare you could muster, you didn’t even manage to scrunch up a scowl before faltering. Holy shit, this guy was gorgeous. Your eyes trailed up his tall, clearly built frame before stopping at his eyes, and it was like fireworks lit up in the background- your eyes sparkling as you finally made electric eye contact, one pair of red, puffy eyes meeting a pair of stoic, teal ones. Is this… what love at first si-
“Tch, maybe don’t sit right in front of an exit, genius.”
The fuck.💢
“Yeah? Well how about- maybe don’t go into an abandoned building to snort crack and then come out during a fucking rainstorm, fucking asshole.”
Rewind, everything you said before? Total ai. Forget all of it. Never happened. This guy had no home training- who raised him? Probably wolves, but even wild wolves must have more manners than this random bum. The universe was really out to get you today, huh?
“Whats your problem woman? I made a useful suggestion, you easily offended neanderthal. Clearly you deserved that.”
“What the fuck!”
“Someone has a favorite word, can we guess which?”
“Fuck you! What the hell is your problem?! I- I just wanted some fucking-” sob
One second the tall man was staring at a very rude, irritated lady, and within the next? There was now a sobbing, shaking mess infront of him. What the hell? Did he offend her that much? Or..was it something else? Whatever, even if there was, it’s not like it’s his business anyways.
Ok so boom- first chapter done! Brah this fanfic writing shii lowkirkuenly easy brahhh😂😂✌️✌️
Bro it hurt my SOUL using Kaiser as the soon to be ex I love that man with my life😭🙏💔
rin luvs ur pussy sm. content | nsfw, oral, overstimulation, fem!reader, slight whining, pussydrunk!rin
“ah—! rin! fuck!” you squirm, feeling your inner things go cold from the intensifying stimulation.
rin was deep into tonguing your pussy, his hands feverishly rubbing up and down along your legs. he had already made you orgasm twice. but he just can’t get enough.
“fuckk,” he whimpered, his spit sputtering out of him and along your folds. “s’good,” he groaned.
your thighs held him flushed against the pulsing, seeping arousal of your cunt. you were biting on your bottom red until it was basically stinging with blood. the entirety of your lower body felt hot and cold at the same time, and you felt an erratic pace of your heartbeat.
“‘m gonna cum . . . rin . . .” you moaned loudly. “shit.”
you felt his lips latching onto the flesh of you, already beginning to savour the feeling of your third orgasm. you can hear the wet slurping! sounds coming from his drenched lips. your walls were contracting at an intensity that made you shiver. your head dropped back, your chest hammering quickly.
“hah . . . fuck,” you heaved, still feeling the pulsing of your orgasm and rin’s greedy mouth.
he spoke against your blooming pussy, sending vibrations up through your body. “love this pussy . . . all f’me.” his voice was low and slightly nasally. he didn’t want his lips off of you.
a hand dropped to glide through the tufts of his hair. your cheeks were still scorchingly hot, and your breath was nothing more than a quiver.
“rin . . . please,” you whine. “‘s too much.”
he finally let go, a wet pop! echoing in the bedroom. his lips were messily covered in your slick, practically glossing his chin entirely.
his brows furrowed slightly, a pout beginning to show. “but it’s so good.”
his tongue dropped out again, beginning to lap gently at your sensitive flesh. you stiffened instantly.
“ah—! rin!”
— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢
a//n god im so horny for rin i could write abt him all day. also he’d totally be bratty and entitled case closed
how it feels when you realize that you're pure consciousness and literally can be everything, everywhere, and everyone, when other people talk about "having only one life", "ofc I am my body", "wish I could be there/them/with them"
contents and warnings: major character death, blood, injuries, gore, carrot shortage, inflation, animatronic bunny, mentions of ur ex bf artic that is a cunt, bunny is lowkey ur plug if u deep it, hear me out on springtrap.
notes: part one was super invested in nosey being created by citra, deep dived into fnaf and thought this was such a great idea but whilst writing this i had another idea for a bunny fic so keep out for that lmao. also this stupid fic that i thought was so great ended up taking so long to write. lowkey gave up at the end, also not proof read so sorry for mistakes. enjoy!
word count: 5k
main! masterlist
bllk! masterlist
"Bunny Iglesias dead at 21. The death of the young footballer confirmed this evening at 19:03, just before the second half of the match against Chicorid began. Experts say that…"
Your fingers froze their ministrations against the remote at the sudden revelation. Bunny? The plate of baby carrots you'd been previously snacking on gently pushed to the side and left uncharacteristically forgotten in your befuddlement. What the hell? Sure, you weren't an avid football fan yourself, but even you knew who Bunny was! He was the name and face of Spanish football, the same player that Artic never shut up about! Artic unfortunately being the name of your ex…
Arising from your relaxed state, you reached for your phone that annoyingly lay arms reach away from you to investigate further. The hurried action soiling the sleeves of your newly washed pyjamas with hummus. Fuck! You reeled your hand back thinking the motion would undo your clumsiness, and to your absolute horror, the plate wobbled on your bed. You jumped forward and in turn let go of your phone to stabilise the plate — a limited edition porcelain in your pathetically large collection — but instead, you just had to grab a handful of the dip. Your eyes scrunched up in distaste at the unusual texture, unaware of the stray carrots that rolled off the edge and beneath your bed with melodrama. Dammit..! At least you still caught it before it fell.
Ding!
The screen of your phone lit up with a notification, snapping you out of your momentary grief. A notification from MARCA — Spain's National Sports tabloid — caught your attention. You'd subscribed to their content early on in your relationship with Artic, younger you must've hoped that learning about his interests would bring you both closer to each other… Anyway, after your breakup, it seems like you'd forgotten to unsubscribe to their content.
FC BARCHA
"The grim expression worn by the usually amiable Lavinho is telling of the direful situation. He has not shared any words since the announcement besides mentioning the athlete's..."
Grim expression? Clicking on the notification, your brows furrowed in disbelief as you skimmed over the tabloid's headline and the image attached just below of the older player. The expression he wore settled uncomfortably in your stomach, he seemed more spooked than in a grim mood..!
"The tragic and unexpected death of Barcha's rising star raises many questions amongst fans, some of which scrutinise the credibility of the severe head injury provided by experts."
Your head snapped back to the screen that showed a poorly censored video of what you could only assume was the changing rooms. The audio of the recording played following the reporter's voice, and you could faintly make out shouting in the background. Were they arguing? Is that what led to a head injury? Your confusion urged you to look into it further on your socials, and that's when you shockingly came across a raw image of the player's head injury and, well— damn.
Multiple, equally spaced, deep wounds marred over his previously scarred face. The gashes were bloody as expected, dyeing the pale of his silver locks a deep red and painting his face with a hue of anonymity. The gruesome picture momentarily stilled you with morbid curiosity— the kind of curiosity you knew should be nipped in the bud before it came to bite you in the rear. Ah, you really couldn't help yourself, could you?
It was wrong to feel this way you told yourself. This was death! Somebody has lost their life! Somebody that was flesh and blood much like yourself, somebody that you've met firsthand and actually spoken to has died! And rather than the usual grief you were supposed to feel, you were instead buzzing insensitively with thrill. There was something seriously wrong with you…
No! You shook your head to dispel those self-depreciating thoughts. It's not that there was something wrong with you, no, it's just that… something wasn't quite adding up. Anything told by media shouldn't be taken as the gospel, you knew that much. The information they provided you with had too many gaps in them, a head injury and an incoherent footage of yelling and disorder? They didn't specify the origins of his head injury, and they didn't even bother providing context for the video.
Anyone would assume it was some kind of infighting, but it didn't make sense. Wouldn't someone have at least made an effort to intervene before something as serious as this happened? Maybe it was some kind of unavoidable attack! Like uh… maybe throwing a shoe at his head or something…?
Gaze falling back to the uncensored image on your phone, a huff to mock your absurd theory got caught in your throat as you scrutinised his injuries. Multiple small stab wounds… cleats also had many small metal studs..! Fatal injuries caused by cleats weren't exactly uncommon, maybe it wasn't so ridiculous after all? Hmm, I wonder what Artic thinks of all this…
Artic, despite being the socially stunted bastard that he was, was extremely intelligent. It was this quality of his that initially drew you to him. There was monetary potential in his intelligence, and your dumbass was convinced investing in a piece of shit like him meant an infinite supply of free carrots. How foolish of you.
It was a shame though. The mascot you remembered him making as tribute to Bunny was truly beautiful. Even if it hadn't been completed at the time, his innovative nature was truly something to admire. His communication skills on the other hand… not so much. You supposed he had to be nerfed somehow.
It's been two years since then. Two years since you last saw him, since you last saw the mascot in progress, would it have been completed by now..? A wistful expression overcame your features as you replayed the distant moments of your relationship. Artic wasn't exactly incapable of devoting himself to you, it's just that… he was already devoted to another cause. Even you didn't think you could love someone as much as you loved carrots!
On the thought of Artic though, you wondered how he was taking all this. He really did love Bunny after all…
"Fuck!" A guttural screech, pained and gurgled, sounded from the man as he crawled away with terror. The curse echoed unpleasantly within the caged darkness of the basement, a facility closed off from the outside world. "How the hell are you still able to move?! I've never programmed you to have a will of your own! Dammit… And I've even removed your battery!"
The man's desperate confusion was responded with unnerving silence. The thing he'd been creating— a dedication to his idol, now a failed product — hid in the obscure abyss that stretched beyond his peripheral. Heart thumping, he wearily glanced behind him to pinpoint the exact distance between him and that- that rampaging thing!
Pupils quivering erratically, a thrum of questions flooded his throbbing head with incessant ringing. Where the hell did it all go wrong? No! Everything was fine— perfect in fact. It was.. everything had been perfect… until— until it wasn't.
Forget perfect— it wasn't even fine anymore.
Since when?
The pungent fumes of fuel and motor oil didn't do well to hide the metallic stench of spilt blood that clung in the air. His hand applied pressure to the gaping wound just below his abdomen, the action jolting his pain receptors and pulling a hoarse groan out of him. Everything was perfect… so when the fuck did it all start to go wrong?!
From the aesthetics down to its very functions, it wasn't just a mascot like what these simpletons thought it was, it was an animatronic. An electronically controlled, moving figure designed to be worn like a suit. The hulking amalgamation of mechanical components supported with spring locks that allowed for this theoretically impossible innovation- a never before seen creation —! It was supposed to be the pioneering invention that paved the way for the future of technology!
Standing at a height of seven feet, the advanced robot was programmed with ill intent. With an external appearance that both attracted and deceived onlookers from its intended purpose, the animatronic was a piece of technical art born from the man's obsessive infatuation. The robot was able to hop and crouch much like a real bunny. Proficient in entering buildings and navigating through low-ceiling rooms, it was also capable of hiding and pursuing things with stealth. The robot was made to window watch and to record.
And for a while it did just that. Until— until one day it did something unusual.
Until one day it went off on a human… and not just any human, but Bunny Iglesias of all humans…
The thing he'd put his tears, sweat, and now his blood into making went rogue and killed the one person that gave him life. The masterpiece he spent years working on as he shunned you out had become a failed product. A spring-lock failure.
Instead of the people's awe, he was met with their horror— their anger! They pinned their anger on him! It wasn't his fault! It was an accident.. Artic didn't program the robot to kill Bunny!
It wasn't programmed to kill, so... so why was he fleeing from that thing with the kind of desperation a human on the brink of death would? If the robot wasn't programmed to kill, why the fuck was it trying to kill him?!
Vision darkening with defeat, he faintly made out the noise of clanking metal against the deafening ringing. It grew louder and clearer with every second that stretched painfully, was it getting faster or was he just getting slower? Dammit… All concept of critical thinking vanquished in his frenzy.
"Cah…"
Huh? What? Artic stilled with bated breaths, his pounding heart filling the silence with impending suspense. Whipping his head behind him with newfound vigour, his eyes grew wide in size as the towering shadow paused in its trek.
"…Roh—"
Carrot? What the hell was that supposed to— Oh.
Oh.
A choked gasp left him with effort as the horrifying realisation dawned upon him. It was -! Goosebumps marred his skin all over as he lifted his gaze up to meet the awaiting figure. Amidst the darkness of the basement, two blinking red lights stared back at him with quiet fury.
Just as Artic programmed the robot to do so, the animatronic examined him. This time, however, it would watch him with the uncanny resemblance of his revered being and move with that man's vengeful will.
"Shit—!"
You've felt it for a while now, the intangible sensation of something pinning its scrutiny down on you. Even now, as you showered within the safe confines of your home, the discomfort of its sedulous gaze settled down on your tense figure. That unidentified presence remained tethered to you, though you've yet to see what it was, you knew something was there.
Or maybe… maybe it was just paranoia. Maybe you were imagining things, you have been losing sleep lately, yeah. Perhaps the sleep deprivation was finally taking its toll on you and riddling you with its drawbacks, hallucinations and impaired judgements were common side effects… So maybe, it was just that..?
Steam curled around your figure, its warmth along with the ministrations of your deft fingers uncurling the tightness that clung to your hunched form. But could you only blame yourself?
You were facing withdrawals.
When the country issued a formal lock-down, warning the citizens of an unidentified danger that had yet to be apprehended — whatever the hell that was, you were buzzing with ignorant bliss. What kind of fool grieved not going to work? What you were unaware of was that lock down did not just mean don't go to work, it meant stay at home. Imagine your surprise when staying at home meant staying at home and not go to the grocery store. What the hell were you supposed to make of the fact that your routinely post-work trips to the supermarket for your carrots were now suspended for the unforeseeable future?!
You didn't want to be fined. Being fined meant the budget for your carrots would decrease! You couldn't afford that!
So you tried to settle on the next best thing— online groceries. It irked you that you couldn't physically feel and see what you were buying, but you weren't exactly in a position to make any complaints. It truly was the next best thing, so you settled on it, until… until it no longer was the next best thing.
Your furlough wage could only afford so much, and it most certainly could not afford the inflating price of groceries. And if the decrease in the purchasing power of money wasn't devastating enough, just imagine your devastation when of all things, it just had to be carrots that were the root cause. Of all godforsaken things to be in shortage, it just had to be fucking carrots.
Out of simply thin air, the media announced that there was a sudden shortage of carrots. A shortage, of fucking carrots.
You refused to believe it at first, they couldn't even bother providing a cause for the shortage. So it had to be fake, right? Wrong. After seeing their sky rocketed value, you chewed down your disbelief and decided to pick up a new hobby to kill your free time.
Gardening.
Yes, that's right. If carrots couldn't be bought from the supermarket for whatever reason, you would grow them yourself. Nothing, absolutely nothing, would stand in your way. The city's hot summer was on your side, and not even the upcoming cool winter of Barcelona would be an obstacle, not when you impulsively splurged on a mini green house to mitigate against this imminent issue.
For a while, everything seemed fine. Even though your produce was initially quite pathetic in size and taste at first, learning the importance of healthy soil quickly fixed the problem. Adding compost and organic matter to the soil whilst practising consistent watering and weeding improved the quality of your crops. Everything was fine, perfect in fact!
Till one day— today, your carrots — the root vegetable you grew with your blood, sweat and tears — just, just suddenly disappeared! Out of the blue, you come home to find your garden completely ransacked of its produce. Even the leafy green tops that many ended up discarding — not you though — were nowhere to be seen! What kind of greedy asshole was that fucking gluttonous?!
Mulling over the recent events only served to irritate you further. With an exasperated huff to release your pent up frustration, you rather aggressively shut the tap off, clearly still accustomed to being frugal with your personal water usage. Irrigation for your carrots wasn't free, so some rational decisions had to be made. The marginal benefits of carrots outweighed that of longer showers, and consequently, the latter was something you were willing to forgo out of the two options to sate your damn palate.
And did your sacrifice work out well for you in the end?
Nope! It did not work out well for you in the end.
Wrapping a towel around your figure, you payed no mind to the trail of water left behind in your tracks. The slippery hazard was something you'd deal with when the time for it arose, right now, you were in no mood to mop the damn floor. Grieving the loss of your stolen carrots took priority over anything else.
A chill crawled up your spine the moment you entered your bedroom, urging you to look for the source of the sudden, cool gust. Lifting your gaze up to meet the culprit, your face scrunched up with mild puzzlement when your gaze landed on the gaping window. Huh? Since when did you open the window today? You had no recollection of doing so, but... maybe your memory was getting foggy from the lack of sleep?
Weird. You ruled off your suspicion for fatigue and shrugged of the paranoia that tethered itself to you. The withdrawals were seriously getting to you. Shutting the window and drawing the curtains closed, your grip lingered on the fabric in thought, perhaps you should watch compilations of cute bunnies eating carrots and imagine yourself in their stead.
With a determined nod, you walked across your room and stopped just in front of your wardrobe. Your attempt to grab a pair of pyjamas was cut short when you suddenly felt something hairy and cold prod the your heel. Uh… what was that…? Heart dropping to your ass, you briefly licked your drying lips as your face contorted into a constipated expression. Alright, as much as you didn't want to alarm yourself with whatever the hell that was, it didn't change the fact there was something caressing your feet.
Hmm, with a comical deadpan, you stiffly pivoted your head down to confirm the unidentified thing that was caressing your bare feet. Much to your relief, or to your confusion… it was just a carrot. Green leafy top and all, a carrot still partially covered in mud was the culprit that touched your feet.
Your first instinct was to grab it, but just before you could, a thought overcame you. Wasn't there a shortage of carrots or something? So… where the hell did this one even come from…? Hands hovering unsurely above the delicacy, dread pooled in your stomach as you slowly connected the dots.
The feeling of being watched, the gapingly opened window and now this random carrot that just happened to have appeared out of simply thin air— it was obvious. Even if you refused to acknowledge it, even if you wished to remain in denial—
Your house was possessed! And the thing possessing your house… was behind you, wasn't it?
The gut wrenching realisation twisted your stomach in on itself. Ah, there was no other explanation, where else could the carrot have appeared from?An audible gulp sounded from you as your heart hiccuped within the confines of your ribs. No. You closed your eyes to concentrate on regulating your short breaths, keeping cool was detrimental in a situation much like this one. The carrot must've been a hallucination you ended up conjuring in your state of grief. That's right, you were so gone in the head from the lack of carrot consumption that you were now seeing a mirage of them. Who imagines a carrot of all things?
Only you could do something as ridiculous as that.
A tight smile grew on your face as you forced out an amused huff. The only way to get rid of this paranoia would be to face it head on, and that's exactly what you were going to do! Eyes still closed, you twirled halfway with forged confidence, the action sending droplets of water flying across your room. With a rather smug expression, you finally opened your eyes and let your gaze settle on the empty sight before you.
See? Nothing was there— huh?
Your eyes narrowed at the unusual sight in front of you. Blinking once, your curious gaze wandered up as you followed the silhouette of the peculiar thing before they came to an awkward stop at two glaring red lights that stared back at you.
It was tall, that thing— that thing was huge! Standing at such height that had you tip your head all the way back to meet its stature, you blanched as you took it all in. A brawny mess of mechanical components connected together with air cylinders, pistons and other complex elements. It's outward appearance withered and blemished beyond belief. Loose wires stuck out of its blood-stained exoskeleton from all directions, the ends of the metal filaments occasionally sparking to life before dimming down as the seconds passed.
Saliva pooled in your mouth, the unpleasant bodily response urging you to rub at your tired eyes. W-What a creative mind you had!
With a deep exhale, you psyched yourself up to confirm the absence of your delirium's imagination, only to blink owlishly when that thing remained there, in that same exact spot, except— except now, it stiffly tilted its head to the side and watched you. Horror dawned on your face as its jaw dislodged itself and hung loose, revealing the array of its inhuman teeth. The rigid movement was followed by the unpleasant grinding of metal, and a gust of its hot breath fanned your paling face.
"Cah…"
Oh my God! It was trying to kill you!
"ARGHHH!"
You found your voice amidst your fear induced paralysis, a rush of adrenaline snapped you out of your frozen state and urged you to run— to escape! Your hurried movement loosened the towel that was wrapped around you, but this was no situation to worry about your dignity, not when you could feel the ground beneath you tremble from the heavy footsteps of that thing following you!
Shit! Shit, shit, SHIT!
Maybe, just maybe you could try juking it! Yeah! It may have been fast, but it was huge! There was simply no way it could fit in narrow places, and there was no way of knowing whether it would without at least testing it out! So you tried to juke it… your attempt unfortunately was not very successful…
The trail of water you left behind earlier just had to hinder your escape. Dammit… You should've mopped the damn ground the moment you made the mess, had you done so, you wouldn't be paying the price for it now! Bracing yourself for the impact, your eyes scrunched shut as you held out your arms to break the fall. A throbbing ache shot up your ankle, pulling a pained grown out of you. "Ugh..."
I can't get up! You whipped your head back to determine the distance between yourself and that thing only to freeze when you were met with it towering over your slumped form. A choked gasp got caught in your throat as it observed you with its searing gaze, your heart hiccuped without its consistent rhythm, a telling sign of your rising panic. Tears quickly swelled in your eyes when its outstretched hand neared you, and despite your endeavours to hold them back, they fell against your will. Your hands flew to silence your quivering sobs, and even then, in your moment of desperation, a broken plea left you. "Please… please don't kill— please be gentle…"
Amidst your despair, the animatronic quietly watched you. Observing with revered intensity as your trembling figure curled in on itself in search for comfort. It watched as you bit your quivering lips, the rise and fall of your chest, and it watched the onslaught of tears that streamed down your face. Its hovering hand hesitated above your shaking form, it was clear as day you were terrified beyond reasoning, there was no use trying to make a point in your current state.
Pulling its hand away from you, the robot took a couple of steps back to give you space. Seeing you curiously peek between your hands from the clanking noise of its movements urged the robot to continue backwards until there was a safe distance between you two. Avoiding any kind of abrupt motions that could startle you, the animatronic slowly crouched down to its full range and made itself small in your presence. Hands placed above its knees, it watched as your tears came to a bated pause, and with wordless devotion, its head touched the ground, revering in your radiance with absolute submission.
The comforting silence was interrupted with its static voice, and the robot's words had your eyes widening in disbelief. "Oh my fur… and whiskers.. I'm late…"
"Ah-!" Your stupefied gasp was cut short as you recognised the familiarity of his reference. Pointing at him with suspicion, you unconsciously crawled towards him, your earlier fear forgotten and replaced with your cursed curiosity. "Mr White Rabbit, is that you?!"
Rather than giving you a verbal response, the animatronic— now acknowledged to be Bunny, brought his hands over his worn down ears. Extending his index and middle fingers whilst the rest were held down by his thumbs, he mimicked you, the response prompting an excited pant out of you. His glowing red eyes briefly glanced down at your approaching figure, and they stayed fixed on you, unmoving, before they abruptly took the form of pixilated hearts as the seconds passed. You raised a brow at his unusual behaviour, following his gaze down below to see what had him so rapt and— oh.
Your hands flew to cover your naked form when you realised what he was ogling at. Seeing how his gaze remained tethered to you despite your poor attempt at guarding your dignity, you remembered all the moments you felt a watchful gaze pin down you in your most indecent moments— this wasn't even his first time watching you so intensely! Ears heating up with embarrassment, your legs outstretched with pure instinct, and before Bunny could process what was going to happen — the guy too busy leering at you, you kicked the lights out of him. "Pervert!"
Pain immediately shot up your leg after the attack, eliciting a noise of discomfort out of you that alerted the blissful Bunny of your condition. "Ow-!"
He promptly snapped out of his lewd thoughts and approached you with bubbling concern. The cool metal of his hands soothed the throbbing ache that clawed at your leg despite your aversion. You tried to pull away from him, the effort for nought as his grip remained firm but gentle on your limb — a stark contrast to how he had dealt with Artic's body.
"Hmph." Jutting out your bottom lip, you begrudgingly let Bunny nurse your injured leg. You crossed your arms over your chest and petulantly refused to meet his pleading eyes as he probed and fondled at your bruising flesh.
"Mad..?" He asked after a painful beat of silence, caressing the length of your leg in hopes to coax you to give him your attention.
"Of course I am!" You spat with faux irritation, absolutely hell bent on refusing to give into him, even if his touch remained as tender as it was before!
Another beat of silence ensued between the two of you, this time however, Bunny let go of your leg without notice. The lack of contact had an immediate effect on you, and you craved nothing more but the ghost of his lingering touch again. Regret pooled in your stomach as the moment grew tenser with every passing second. Ah, you really couldn't do this anymore. "Bunny, I—"
The desperation that clung to your despairing voice was silenced when something was suddenly shoved into your mouth. "Eat." His short imperative urged you to blindly take a bite of whatever it was, and you hoped that by heeding to his demands he'd quickly forgive you. Only if you knew that he wasn't mad at you to begin with…
Your eyes grew wide when the familiar crunch of the mysterious item was followed by a sweet distinctive taste. Ah, this was a—! "A carrot!"
"Yep." He simply nodded before nudging the bitten carrot towards you again. "Your favourite."
Your heart jumped at his discernment, you've never mentioned liking carrots in front of him ever, did he perhaps pick up on it when you gave him that huge bag of carrots? Or… did he realise after spending who knows how long stalking you? The earlier flutter in your stomach died down comically quick and was replaced with a deadpan. On the thought of carrots though, how did he even manage to snag one of them? There was literally a shortage of them… "But why..?"
In your state of befuddlement, the wrong question left you, and despite it, Bunny answered you ardently instead of chastising your blunder like others would have. "For you."
"…" Your eyes welled up with tears again, how could you hold a grudge against him? Even under the context of a joke, how could you even risk the chance of losing the only one that devoted themselves to you? "Bunny!" You cried out pathetically, touched by his sincerity as you leaped over to cup his face. Without a moment's hesitation, you gave his temple an obnoxious smooch.
Bunny's jaw fell slack from your unprompted affection, the loose wires that stuck out of his exoskeleton arcing comically as he preened under your attention. You inquisitively peered into his open mouth as he short-circuited in your hold, blissfully unaware of the water that trickled down from your hair and in between the cracks of the suit. What was inside..? Your curiosity was quickly sated when a sharp noise— the sudden snapping of something hard, along with the clanking of spring locks were released inside him.
"Uh.. what was that noise..?" You tilted your head at him, concern adorning your tone.
"The carrots." He muttered heavily, blowing steamy air right into your face.
Your eyes scrunched briefly at the unwarned heat, mildly offended at his audacity. "Carrots?"
"Secret stash." He replied bluntly, brushing his hand over your bare spine.
"Why…?" Your voice lowered in octaves as your back arched under his wandering hands.
"To see you again."
Your face heated up at his confession, he went through all that, just to see you again..? But wait a minute… that still didn't explain how he acquired them to begin with. You had an inkling idea, but you didn't want to assume anything… "And where did you get them..?"
"Stole them."
So it was him... The shortage of carrots and the consequent inflated prices of them, he was the one responsible for it all. Ah—! Then that means- "It was you that stole my carrots!"
