Warm. Cosy. KICK. Ow. Annoyed. KICK. More Annoyed. Sleep. Cold. Very Annoyed. Tired. Warm again. Different Warmth. Food. Feeding noises. To his left. To his right. Try to see. Can’t. Something blinking in the corner of his vision even though everything is black. Sleep. Wake. Feed. Repeat.

KICK. KICK. Roger woke properly for the first time in a long time. His vision was still a little blurry but at least he could see some of his surroundings. What he saw was several fluffy bodies around him along with fluffy feet that randomly kicked as they dreamed. “Where am I?” he tried to think back but came up blank.

That’s when he noticed something in the corner of his vision, blinking with a white green light. Confused. he tried to focus on it.

[STATUS]

KIND: [MONSTER]

RACE: [INFANT HORNED RABBIT]

SEX: [MALE]

AGE: 0

[UNNAMED]

TITLE: [KNIGHT]

[LEVEL 0]

STR – 0

VIT – 1

AGI – 0

DEX – 0

CON – 1

INT – 23

WIS – 4

CHA – 20

PER - 0

Surprised at the screen now filling his view he tried not to focus on the weirdness of it, instead investigating the screen more thoroughly he found that this status screen was connected to the first of three dots lined up horizontally at the top of the screen. Focusing on the second dot a new screen appeared listing his skills and abilities. “This sounds familiar” he thought as he read over the list. It was like a distant dream that felt like it hadn’t actually happened, even though it clearly had.

He stared at the ability [WHIMS OF THE WORLD], mulling over how incredibly OP it was. Roger smiled a bit to himself. At least he smiled in his mind, his face didn’t quite feel like it could make a proper smile. In any case he must have made some movement as suddenly there was a giant one of the fluffy things sniffling at him. At first he was afraid, until the giant communicated with him. “Are you well little one?”

It wasn’t a voice exactly, just some snuffling noises and some scents conveying emotion. Despite the lack of vocal conversation, he could tell the communication was feminine, soft and motherly. He could also sense that this understanding wasn’t due to his amazing skill. It was innate for one rabbit to understand another rabbit after all. Then a realisation hit him like a brick. He was a rabbit. The screen labelled him as much right there on his status sheet. “So, I reincarnated as a rabbit” he thought absently. For a moment he was in a bit of a daze, bricks weren’t exactly light after all.

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“Little one?” the mother called again. Woken from his stupor Roger processed the information as best he could and then decided to just roll with it. “Okay, I’m a bunny now, let’s do this. It’s not like I’ve got much waiting for me back on earth anyway.”

“Mother?” he snuffled aloud in question.

For some reason she looked stunned, he didn’t know how he could tell, he just could. Initially he was confused, hadn’t she been waiting for a response? As he was thinking on it a different and unintelligible reply came from beside him, then came a revelation. Baby bunnies didn’t tend to be all that smart. His new mother was astonished because he was much too young to be able to converse. “Oh well, too late now and I’d rather not play charades until I’m ‘supposed’ to be old enough.”

“Mother?” he asked again. “Yes dear, I mother” her rabbit language seemed to be a little lacking. “Baby?” she asked seeming not sure. “Oh no” did she now think he was some older kit that had just wandered into her warren? Would she kick him out and abandon him? He needed to fix this, quickly. However, he wasn’t sure how to. Following his instincts, he decided to play dumb. “Baby?” he asked back. When a loving human mother spots their baby doing something cute but also mischievous, she will give a certain look as if she in on the joke. Although his new mother had a rabbit face, he could tell that this was the exact look she was giving him. “My clever baby,” she said “no lie to mother”. Wow. She saw right through him despite her lacking grammar. It seemed your intelligence score didn’t always equal your smarts. Maybe it had to do with the speed and clarity of thought rather than the cleverness of intelligence. Anyway, those were thoughts for later. Back to the conversation at hand Roger was mulling over the first part of Mother’s statement. My. My. My clever baby. She had declared him hers and even though her son was a bit different her voice made it clear that she loved him and she would be keeping him. “Yes mother, I will not lie to you” he confirmed. “Does Mother love me?” he asked wanting to make sure. He didn’t want to get strings attached only to have his heart crushed, again. “Mother love baby, Mother love all my baby.”

His heart swelled, he’d never had a mother that loved him before. It was too late. Those strings were now tied up in knots. His Mother hadn’t waited for a response after that, she had simply snuggled closer to his brothers and sisters, him being in the middle of the pile, and laid down her head. Looking around he counted nine siblings, one of them clearly being the runt of the litter was positioned right next to Mother’s head. Looks like she was keeping an eye on him. Good. Coming to a decision he decided to share it. “Mother I will protect you and all my siblings” he stated seriously. She looked up clearly amused but also with just a hint of pride. “Good boy.”

As Mother put her head back down he felt a sense of responsibility. He would keep his word. Then he had yet another realisation. He was a horned monster rabbit. Yes, we’ve been over this but just hang in there, we’re getting to it. So, first off rabbits breed a lot and quite quickly. This means that dependant on how old his mother is he may have over a hundred older siblings, and unless he can convince his Mother to hold off on the breeding program he would probably also have quite a few younger siblings in the future as well. Second, they were monsters which means it was highly likely they were inside a dungeon of some kind with many other stronger monsters that thought horned rabbit was the perfect lunch. Even if that wasn’t the case and they were above ground in some monster infested forest, there was a different far more glaring problem. In his skill description for [WHIMS OF THE WORLD] humanoids were mentioned as a possible candidate. Can you tell where this is going now? Every man and his dog probably thought that ridding the world of a common pest while also grabbing horned rabbit steaks and materials is a brilliant idea. It seems the little bunny had a tough job ahead of him. But for now, he was still only an infant and all this thinking had been too much for the little one. Solutions would have to come later. Until then, radiant rabbits needed their beauty sleep.