You are a Bunnygirl

[IsabellaRose]

"Hop hop, little bunny," says a voice that is both a rasping whisper and an eager chitter all at once.

You jump, and feel your ears stand straight up twitching at the sound of the voice, panic gripping your heart. Your body is frozen in place, your bare feet pressed against the damp, moss-covered floor of the ruined office, your heart pounding in your chest. The scent of mildew and metal fills your nose, but you can smell the creature as well; something about him is somehow familiar. It reminds you of home, the burrow, your family.

Then you see it. A shape slinks forward from the shadows, low to the ground, moving with an unsettling grace, half-lurking, half-stalking. A creature, not an animal, nor a person. Its frame is hunched, covered in mottled fur, streaked with grime. Its hands, long-fingered and clawed, grip the remnants of a rusted railing as it pulls itself into the light. Its large eyes reflect the dim glow from the broken ceiling panels and lock onto yours with an eerie intensity. You don't know this creature, but it smells of familiar scents, and it knows what you are.

"They eat you all up if they find you." The creature seems harmless. 

Your muscles tense. Who? Who is looking for you? You don’t even know where you are, how you got here... you don't even know who you are. You look down at your own body for the first time. Your hands are somewhere between human hands and paws, covered in short, soft, white fur. A patch of white fur runs down your chest between your ample breasts, which are barely covered by a swath of black cloth stretched tight over them and tied at your back. Your tiny bikini bottom match the top, and your long legs end in feet made for hopping. You turn to look behind you and see your cute, tiny tail. Reaching up, you touch your long, bunny ears. You're some kind of rabbit human hybrid. Have you always been this way? Somehow you can't remember.

But the creature beckons to you, drawing you out of your reverie. "Come. Come!" The creature gestures with one clawed hand toward an opening in the wall, a dark hole where that may have once been a ventilation shaft, the cover long since gone. 

"Burrowkin hide you. Protect you. Quickly!" It scuttles closer, pressing itself low to the ground, its strange, patchwork fur bristling. Not threatening. Urgent.

Something inside you believes this creature. You know that whatever hunts in these ruins will not stop until they find you.

The air around you feels tight, like the ruins themselves are holding their breath. You can hear something in the distance. Footsteps, heavy and clumsy compared to your soft rabbit feet. You hear the sound of metal scraping against metal and voices like distant snarls carried on the wind.

The tunnel yawns open, waiting. You don’t know this creature. You don’t know if you can trust it. But the alternative might be worse.

• If you decide you can't trust this creature and turn to run, trying to escape into the city ruins, risking whatever lurks beyond, click here. <link forthcoming>
• If you turn to fight whatever draws near, despite the fact that you are clearly prey and have naught to fight with but tiny claws and speed, click here. <link forthcoming>
• If you follow the Burrowkin into the dark tunnel, into the unknown, click here. <link forthcoming>