Trekking through the dark, bunny in her arm, singing a little song:

Bippity boppity boo, me and my bunny are coming for you, and when we finds you and we will, swallow you into a world of pain and sorrow, make you wish you’d never heard the wind whisper our name, for when we finds you, and we will, your rotten soul we will kills. Bippity boppity boo, bunny and I is coming for you, and there ain’t one little thing that you can do cause we are gonna find you …

And so the verse went on, her power growing with the words, chasing monsters and speakers of evil things.

She looked at the bunny as they stomped through a swamp. I gots soft, she tells him, I forgot the power of who I am, but now I has come home Bunnykinz and I remember the things we used to do!

And in her footsteps, red poppies grew, leaving a trail of red behind her, as she made her path to begin to take back the power that was her own, to take back the words spoken against her.

The wind blew through her hair, her laughter cut through the night and the ivy wove its way through her hair. A hand carved piece of bone in her hand waved around to the beat of the song.

The monsters thought they were safe. The naysayers thought they were beyond her reach, and this made her laugh with glee, for the mask that they could see was not the last face they would see, no, the horror that lay behind the mask was once again free, and as she told the bunny over and over again, she tried to be good but it just wasn’t meant to be.

~ mm

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