None of the outfits I was seeing made any sense at all. What happened to the maids? Or the waitresses? Or the anime stuff? The Bunnys were now wearing incomprehensible mish-mashes of random clothing items. At best. At worst, they were wearing articles of clothing so inhumanly bizarre that it would be impossible for me to describe. If I tried, it would probably be a random string of letters. Some of you astute readers may find some hidden cosmic secrets within it, but I wouldn't be able to-- and if I can't, no one can.
Biologist interrupted my prose by nudging me on the shoulder.
"That Bunny looks… a little too familiar."
She pointed out a Bunny wearing an angel outfit. Not like a cute angel though, more of a biblical one. She had two rings around her midsection covered in eyes, and her wings were about 10 feet across. Above her head were four halos stacked on top of each other. If Bunny was a JRPG, this would be her final boss's last form.
I was too scared to get close, but Rose had no such fears. Maybe she's never played a Final Fantasy? Or, knowing her, she's played too much Final Fantasy. She managed to strut right up to Angelbunny, a mere foot away. The Bunny didn't react. Her eyes were grey and dazed, like they were staring inwards more than outwards. It was almost sad, in a way. Creepy, yes, but also sad.
"Hey Rose, think this could be the real Bunny? She is an angel, and if I remember my own lore correctly, the chromatic beasts are also technically angels. So it would make sense that--"
The sound of my talking was soon drowned out by the sound of Angelbunny's ventricles being forcibly cauterized. (I'll leave it as your homework to figure out that sound.)
After the smell of burning iron faded and I regained my wits, I found my eyes glued to the Bunny lying dead on the ground. Not Angelbunny, at least not anymore. She was dressed like an angel, but now that she died, she had immediately morphed back into her daily outfit. It happened so fast, I'm not even sure I processed the change until several seconds after it happened.
I could talk here about how hard it is to watch your friend be killed twice in one day, but I'll spare you the melancholy, just as Rose did us.
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"I thought of a joke."
(She didn’t wait for a response before continuing.)
“How can you tell when Bunny is getting old?”
She turned around, to face us, but not with the smarmy shit-eating grin she usually has. She looked us both dead in the eyes, face serious as death.
“Look for white hares.”
Some time passed, but we weren’t making any progress. Rose was just leading us around the stores, checking every aisle like a robot. She even looked underneath racks, and inside boxes. She apparently was looking for Bunny, despite the hundreds of bizarrely dressed Bunnys we passed by. I kept asking her what exactly she’s looking for that will give away the real Bunny, but she wouldn’t give any response. At this point, I’m starting to wonder if there even is a real Bunny anymore.
What if Bunny got split into a million copies, and they were all the real Bunny? Or maybe the clones were created from Bunny, making her vanish from existence. It’s even possible that Rose might be bullshitting this whole thing, and she accidentally killed the wrong Bunny a long time ago. Would she lie to our faces like that?
I wanted to have more faith in her, but I was getting too tired to keep making that gamble.
“Rose, you can keep looking for whatever the hell you’re trying to find. I’m going to find Bunny on my own.”
She didn’t say anything, she just kept digging through the bottom shelf of an appliance store for seemingly no reason. I took that as permission to leave. Not that I needed it.
Needless to say, I was frustrated with Rose. She’s such a jack-ass sometimes. Most of the time. I call her my friend now, but didn’t I say I wouldn’t anymore? At least for one week. That’s how this whole thing started, anyways. I said I wasn’t going to have anything to do with Rose and Bunny until I was able to get myself feeling stable again. But that’s not the way it should work, right? Your friends are supposed to charge you. They’re the ones you’re supposed to turn to when you’re feeling bad. Thinking about it like that… I wasn’t sure I had any friends at all. No, that’s wrong. I had Leo.
I walked back down the bustling Bunny-hall mallways the way we came. I wasn’t wandering aimlessly, though. I knew exactly where I was headed. In my fit of anger and frustration at Rose, I had come up with my own theory on Bunny’s whereabouts.
After a few minutes, I was back inside of Momo, the last place we saw her.
Allegedly.