Warning - gore and some sexual content (no smut).
In which Ambrose the bunny has an interesting hobby.
A red designer skirt fell off the hanger by chance.
But oh, what a difference it made.
Ambrose had arrived in Jamaa Township a sweet red rosebud, true to her family pet name. She arrived with creamy white hair and a head full of fantasies. She arrived with a white pullover and a crimson flower crown, with petals as soft and innocent as herself. She arrived a Shiveerian. Unprepared for what awaited her.
In Jamaa Township, competition seeped through the cracks in the cobbles. It wound a ribbon around her waist, pulling it in tight and sucking her breath away. It teased the fantasies from her brain. It plucked the fresh petals from the roses tucked in her hair and painted them with weedkiller. As they shrivelled, her hair darkened into a chocolatey brown. Her snowy fur tanned. Her lips filled. It left Ambrose a delicate barbie.
It brought friends. It brought popularity. It didn't bring much happiness.
But every ribbon has to unwind.....
There it was. A skirt redder than a red, red rose. It was short. It was exciting. It was new. There they were - a red halter top, red lipstick, red shoes. There she was - lonely and young and ready. And his house was just down the street.
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Cin opened the door. His mouth fell open.
Ambrose was curvy, and her lips were full and pouted - redder than a rose. Mira. Her hair was wavy, bouncy, thick. Her dainty skin was pale. And that skirt was short.
"Hey, Cin." That luscious Shiveer accent rolled on golden breath towards the figure in the doorway.
"Well, hey, Rose!" He gave a false smile. "What to transfer today?"
"This." She held out a beautiful jewel encrusted box. "This is all."
"C-come in."
Ambrose swept past him, delighted. Who knew just a few centimetres off the skirt would stun such a stubborn rabbit? Cin turned to follow, still slightly shocked, but was instead pulled closer to those soft lips.
"Y'know, maybe I don't need to transfer that box."
"I don't think you do either."
They collided and suddenly Ambrose's life was perfect.
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She woke up feeling sick. Where was she?
A green bed. No canopy. Was that the masterpiece her brother had made in Year 5? Someone at her side. Someone warm, someone dark, someone who smelt like lemongrass.
It all came rushing back and she was up and out and in the kitchen and deep breaths. No. No. What came over her? What came over him? Oh Mira. Oh Mira. Cin was just her spare - no, he was one of her best friends. And she... and they...
"Calm down, Ambrose," she whispered to herself. But all she could think was not again. "You promised yourself to stay away from boys!" A tear slid down her cheek. "Why do you always mess it up?" He's not a friend anymore. He's just another spare, for Mira's sake. You have to purge yourself. Get rid of the venom from your body. Where is it? Where is it? There.
There it was.
The cutlery drawer.
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She made sure to slit his throat before he screamed.
"Cin, sugar....." she brushed her lips on his as a fountain of blood splashed down her front. Cin gasped, unable to breathe, to speak. "Good morning. Or should I say goodnight?" She ran the meat cleaver down his abdomen next - splitting his insides perfectly in two. Then, as he spluttered a foamy tide of blood, she sliced his arm off into chunks. His eyes rolled upwards before she finished sawing off the shoulder, but it was okay - the sooner he died, the better. Chop. Chop. Chop. The other arm. The torso. The legs. Finally, the head.
Ambrose planted a kiss on his forehead one last time before she sliced off his long ears.
In half an hour Cin's corpse was diced up. She took a binbag and filled it with his dismembered remains, along with the filthy sheets and her beautiful red skirt. There were some of her old clothes in the wardrobe, so she redressed herself, then wiped down every surface she'd touched in the house before running one of his hands all over the clean space. Was that it? Was she ready?
Her car was red, too. But she had to get in - carrying a huge binbag through the streets would be too suspicious. She sped to Sarepia Forest - her movements mechanical, just as they always were - slammed on the breaks and sprinted out to the cave. It was far away from any hotspots. And contained her acid tank.
Another one gone.
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"I love you very much, Rosy. Goodnight-"
"Um, mother? Wait a second."
"What is it, sweetpea?"
"I'm going to need a new-"
"A new what? A new house? We could get you another by the sea. More cars? What brand, honey? More clothes? Anything for you, my princess..."
"A new spare." Ambrose smiled. "I'm going to need a new spare."
She watched a black designer skirt slip off her bed and on to the floor.
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I hope you guys enjoyed this! I wrote it in one sitting (my back is killing me).
Ambrose is my OC from the Bunny Roleplay!
Also, if you hadn't noticed, I sort of quit. Momentarily. But! I'm back now.
-Moonbeam99
