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(Apologies since this isn’t quite what you asked for)
It was starting to dawn on Sleeper that he may have gone a bit too far this time.
It had just been- a point he’d wanted to make. To show them he wasn’t a child, a whimpering human infant, unable to do anything but eat and crawl and foul himself.
They had been in the stroller, crossing from one platform to the other. And Sleeper had known where they were going. It was obvious, he didn’t need to stay int he stroller with the other babies.
So he’d hopped out, his host’s strong legs carrying him easily across the platform, turning his host’s sensitive ears away from the cries from his parents.
Then he’d jumped into the train, and the doors had closed, and they were gone.
His host’s eyes were weak, and Sleeper didn’t dare poke his head out to see with his own. He had no idea where they were going, but with every moment, his parents were falling further and further away.
He could do this. He- had done this before, right? The weeks in LIFE Foundation, when their parent had abandoned them. But even then, there’d been Agony and Scream, and he’d known the place.
He doesn’t know this one. The trains slows to a grinning halt and a voice warns for all passengers to disembark. Sleeper hovers, helplessly under a seat as the endless rows of feet clatter away.
If he stays, maybe his parents will find him. But maybe if he goes out, they’ll meet him on the way-
The lights in the train go out, and Sleeper dashes for the doors before he’s really aware of moving.
It’s the host. Stupid rabbit must be scared of the dark. He isn’t scared, not at all.
But it’s getting dark outside, the light turning from sunlight to dark gold as the streetlights come on. Sleeper wanders up the platform, and down again. It’s emptying fast, and he’s alone.
He- he wants his parents. Big, soft Eddie, warm and cuddly and holding him soft and safe. And even his other parent, welcoming coils slick and close, murmuring that they’re here and no one will ever hurt them again.
Sleeper lowers his head to his paws and wails, soft and squeaking. A low roar catches in his long ears, and he turns to see a floor-cleaning growling towards him. Sleeper tenses, he’s got to stay, he can’t run, has to stay so his parents can find him-
It comes closer, closer, so close the rabbit’s whisker tremble from the blast, and he breaks, bolts and runs and runs and runs until the world blurs into senseless colour and the host’s instincts envelop him complete and blind.
He comes back to himself some unknown time later, the little rabbit’s heart’s pounding ready to burst, sucking in air desperately. He has no idea where he is.
The street is dark and empty, rows of identical houses stretching away on either side as far as he can see. He’s crouched under a hedge, among the dead leaves and trash. A car passes by, a low engine moan and gone.
“Parents,” Sleeper whispers. “Where are you?” His voice is a squeaking wail.
As thought just adding to his misery, it starts to rain, a low, miserable drizzle haloing the streetlights, and damping his fur.
His host cannot cry, but Sleeper puts his head on his paws, and does his best anyway.
(Apologies since this isn’t quite what you asked for)
It was starting to dawn on Sleeper that he may have gone a bit too far this time.
It had just been- a point he’d wanted to make. To show them he wasn’t a child, a whimpering human infant, unable to do anything but eat and crawl and foul himself.
They had been in the stroller, crossing from one platform to the other. And Sleeper had known where they were going. It was obvious, he didn’t need to stay int he stroller with the other babies.
So he’d hopped out, his host’s strong legs carrying him easily across the platform, turning his host’s sensitive ears away from the cries from his parents.
Then he’d jumped into the train, and the doors had closed, and they were gone.
His host’s eyes were weak, and Sleeper didn’t dare poke his head out to see with his own. He had no idea where they were going, but with every moment, his parents were falling further and further away.
He could do this. He- had done this before, right? The weeks in LIFE Foundation, when their parent had abandoned them. But even then, there’d been Agony and Scream, and he’d known the place.
He doesn’t know this one. The trains slows to a grinning halt and a voice warns for all passengers to disembark. Sleeper hovers, helplessly under a seat as the endless rows of feet clatter away.
If he stays, maybe his parents will find him. But maybe if he goes out, they’ll meet him on the way-
The lights in the train go out, and Sleeper dashes for the doors before he’s really aware of moving.
It’s the host. Stupid rabbit must be scared of the dark. He isn’t scared, not at all.
But it’s getting dark outside, the light turning from sunlight to dark gold as the streetlights come on. Sleeper wanders up the platform, and down again. It’s emptying fast, and he’s alone.
He- he wants his parents. Big, soft Eddie, warm and cuddly and holding him soft and safe. And even his other parent, welcoming coils slick and close, murmuring that they’re here and no one will ever hurt them again.
Sleeper lowers his head to his paws and wails, soft and squeaking. A low roar catches in his long ears, and he turns to see a floor-cleaning growling towards him. Sleeper tenses, he’s got to stay, he can’t run, has to stay so his parents can find him-
It comes closer, closer, so close the rabbit’s whisker tremble from the blast, and he breaks, bolts and runs and runs and runs until the world blurs into senseless colour and the host’s instincts envelop him complete and blind.
He comes back to himself some unknown time later, the little rabbit’s heart’s pounding ready to burst, sucking in air desperately. He has no idea where he is.
The street is dark and empty, rows of identical houses stretching away on either side as far as he can see. He’s crouched under a hedge, among the dead leaves and trash. A car passes by, a low engine moan and gone.
“Parents,” Sleeper whispers. “Where are you?” His voice is a squeaking wail.
As thought just adding to his misery, it starts to rain, a low, miserable drizzle haloing the streetlights, and damping his fur.
His host cannot cry, but Sleeper puts his head on his paws, and does his best anyway.