The bunny and the man move onward through the maze made of books. Following the sound of paper being crumpled and the vigorous sound of someone writing.

skrrt… skrrt… skrrt…

“This place is huge!” the man comments while walking and looking around.

The bunny stops for a moment and picks up one of the white covered book with a drawing of a strange doll on the front, “le Petit Mirai…” she murmurs reading the title.

The man looked at the bunny holding the book, “What’s that?” he asked.

“Just a book that caught my attention” she says as she opens it up and begins reading as they go.

A moment later, the man sees something that caught his attention, “Well, hello…” he says as he picks up a wooden cube, “What’s this supposed to be?”

The man looks at his companion, seemingly lost in her own world reading the book she picked up, the man sighs.

They continue onward, stopping from time to time. Encountering wacky antiques, strange bits and bobs, and at times small wooden and silver toys. The man usually picks one up and fiddle with it as they move along, while the bunny was glued into reading the books she picks up, from the array scattered everywhere they go.

* * *

Time passes by as the man and bunny move on through the maze of books, closer and closer they near the origin of the sound that echoed all throughout the area.

“I wonder how long we’ve been here…” the man sighs, seemingly exhausted from all the walking, while playing with a cube snake like wooden toy.

The man looks at the bunny, who’s reading another book. The man frowns and sighs. He then spots something that made him smirk.

The bunny was reading, then she pauses as the man taps her ears. She looks around not seeing where she though he would be, then she looked at her back. There she saw a goofy yet creepy looking mask, “Boo!” the man says.

The bunny just looked at him unamused, “Really?” she says with a blank stare.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

“Tough crowd…” the man says removing his mask.

“Mind sharing what you’ve been reading?” the man asks as he places the mask on an empty space on a shelf. “You seem to be fixed into those books, are they that good?”

The bunny closes her book, “Not all, just some” the bunny states.

“Yet you still read most of them?” the man exclaims.

The bunny places the book she was holding onto a pile as she picks up another one, “Well, the first few where definitely interesting, but the others I just wanted to see where the story would go”

“Oh?” the man says gazing at the book the bunny just left, “What were they about?”

“The first book I read was about a doll who doesn’t speak and kept getting lost in a weird places, the doll also kept on meeting weird people,” the bunny explains.

The man smiles, “Just like us!”

“Yeah, just like us but the doll actually meets actual people, not what we’ve seen,” the bunny and the man laugh wryly remembering Benial the skeleton headed man and Lyssa the bird woman.

The bunny continued, “So the doll meets these people, each one saying something about life and stars, this continued on for the most part,” the bunny sighs, “But around nearing the end, the doll meets the last person, who was a living shadow.”

“A living shadow?” the man tilts his head, “That’s different”

The bunny nods, “Yeah, that was weird. I think I get what the author was doing, but what really stuck to me was the ending”

“What about the ending?” the man asks.

“That’s the thing!” the bunny vigorously says, “There was no ending! It was just an image of the doll meeting the shadow in front of a bright light!”

“I don’t get it” the man says with a blank stare.

“I didn’t too, that is until I started reading the other books!” the bunny gleefully explained.

The man looked at the bunny, seeing stars in her eyes, “So…?”

“So! I pieced things together,” the bunny motioned her hands as if combining something together, “and from following his other stories pattern… I think, that the end of that story, the doll was given a choice!” the bunny puts her arms on her waist boastfully smiling.

“A choice?” the man being more confused as ever.

The bunny frowns at the question, “Well that’s my current issue, the more I read, the more I get confused. It’s like the author kept playing with the ending of each different story! But all had the same pattern, someone gets lost, they meet people and at the end they have a choice!”

“Maybe that was his thing?” the man states.

The bunny nods, “Yeah, I thought so too at first, and its probably true. But, I noticed something weird, that is for most of the stories that’s how it works, except one,” the bunny picks up the same white book she first picked up, “This book seems to be special, like the rest where just copies,” she points at how common the white book seems to be seen all around, “I believe the author is trying to change something, but can’t do it in this story…” the bunny ponders looking at the white book.

The man picks up a copy, he flips through the end to see the image of the doll meeting the shadow. The man notices that after the page where the image was shown, there was nothing else, “That is weird…”

“Like I said!” the bunny yells in frustration, “Now try looking at the end of the other books!”

The man puts down the white book, and picks up a different coloured book, he again flips through the end, he sees a similar image but not an exact copy, but this time it has something on the end, “This one got something to tell at the end” the man points.

“All of them do! It’s just this one white book who doesn’t have any!” the bunny yells again in frustration, “You see what I mean! It’s like the author wants the ending to change for this one white book!”

“Why couldn’t he just change it directly? Rather creating similar stories, and giving them different endings?” the man asks.

The bunny sighs and shrugs, “I have no idea…”

The man and the bunny sighs, then a deep quite voice was heard, “Because I didn’t mean to…” the man and bunny flinched.

The two looked at the surrounding area, noticing the sound they where following was gone, “Hello?” the man says cautiously.

Just then a creaking sound was heard at one of the shelves. The bunny jumped on the man’s back. As a hairy creature, literally a creature mainly just made of hair, comes out, “Hello…” It waves, “My name is Joan… Welcome to my study…” the hairy creature hospitably says.

“Hi…” the man replies with a wave, as did the bunny.

“Come… follow me…” Joan gestures.

The bunny and the man looked at each other and both nodded.