As you and Walden exited the car, frustration lingered in the air like a thick fog. adding to the already overwhelming exhaustion you felt. "Walking it is, then," you muttered, shooting a resigned glance at Walden.

Walden sighed, his shoulders slumping with defeat. "Unfortunately," he replied, his voice tinged with resignation.

You and Walden began to make your way on foot towards the mental facility. The air was cool and crisp, so cold like the god damned aura are around the both of you

As you walked, the silence between you and Walden was deafening, broken only by the sound of your footsteps echoing against the pavement. Despite the companionship, there was an underlying tension that hung in the air,

Arriving at the hospital for the transport, you and Walden found yourselves facing Dr. Flowera's scrutinizing gaze. As she inquired about your mode of transportation, you hesitantly explained that your car had encountered a flat tire.

You exchanged a sheepish glance with Walden before admitting that you had taken the bus on the way too.

Her response was a deadpan, judgmental stare that could rival walden's. "You expect to transport a test subject in a car with a flat tire?" she remarked, her tone dripping with sarcasm and disbelief.

Feeling the weight of her disapproval, you exchanged a sheepish glance with Walden before nodding in acknowledgment of her point. "We'll borrow one of the hospital's cars instead," you replied, your voice tinged with embarrassment.

The doctor rose an eyebrow, her eyes rivaling the coldest of winters "bold" she commented "but follow me"

You and Walden nodded in agreement, grateful, but Walden could be seen visibly rolling his eyes at that doctor's judgment

Walden instructed you to wait in the borrowed car, a sleek black sedan with a divider separating the front and back seats. The interior was clean and well-maintained, with a faint scent of disinfectant lingering in the air. As Walden and Dr. Flowera disappeared into the hospital to finalize the arrangements, you settled into the plush leather seat, feeling the weariness of the early morning catch up to you.

Leaning your head back against the headrest, you closed your eyes for just a moment, intending to rest them for a brief respite. However, the combination of exhaustion and the comforting silence of the car soon lulled you into a deeper state of relaxation.

Before you knew it, you had drifted off into a light slumber, the gentle hum of the engine providing a soothing backdrop to your dreams. Time seemed to slip away as you sank deeper into sleep, the world outside the car fading into a distant haze.

Suddenly, you jolted awake, your heart racing as you realized the car was already in motion. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you glanced up at the rearview mirror, only to freeze at the sight before you. There, seated in the backseat with his head bowed, was the test subject, A-1721-A.

He appeared to be restrained, his hands bound securely behind his back and a collar around his neck, tethering him to the seat. Despite the restraints, he seemed oddly serene, his breathing steady as if he were asleep.

As you studied him in the dim light of the car's interior, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over you. His appearance was striking, with long colorless hair cascading down his back, and noticeable bunny ears perched atop his head that seemed to twitch every now and then. Even in his subdued state, there was an air of mystery about him, a silent enigma waiting to be unraveled.

You couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to him than met the eye, and as the car continued moving you couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden behind those aquamarine eyes.

Y/n, your gaze remained fixed on the test subject in the rearview mirror, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension swirling in your eyes. Walden's voice broke your trance, and you turned to face him, your expression a mix of surprise and unease.

"What's with that face?"

"I... It's nothing," you stammered, trying to compose yourself. "I was just... I don't know, he's just..." You struggled to find the right words to articulate your thoughts.

Walden raised an eyebrow, studying you carefully. "He's just what?" he prompted, his tone laced with curiosity.

You sighed, torn between your instincts and your duty. "He's just... intriguing," you admitted reluctantly. "There's something about him that's... different."

Walden regarded you with a thoughtful expression before turning his attention back to the road. "Well, let's hope we find what's different soon," he muttered cryptically,

"There's something about this kid," you reiterated, your voice tinged with uncertainty as you glanced at Walden through the rearview mirror.

"Kid...?" Walden echoed, his tone questioning as he furrowed his brow in confusion and...slight judgement...? "You mean the test subject?"

You nodded, your gaze fixed on the figure in the backseat. "Yeah, him," you confirmed, your voice barely above a whisper. "There's just... something off about him. I can't quite put my finger on it."

Walden's skepticism softened into a thoughtful expression as he considered your words. "Interesting," he murmured, turning his attention back to the road. "We'll keep an eye on him, just in case."

You and Walden were in the midst of exchanging thoughts when a sudden impact jolted the car from behind. The force of the collision sent you lurching forward, your conversation abruptly cut short. Surprisingly, the test subject remained undisturbed, seemingly oblivious to the chaos unfolding around him, lost in a deep slumber or perhaps lost in his own thoughts.

The suddenness of the collision left you reeling, your heart racing as adrenaline surged through your veins. You glanced out of the window to see the cause of the disturbance, but all you could discern was a blur of motion as the car rocked from the impact.

"What the hell was that?" Walden exclaimed, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as he struggled to regain control of the vehicle. His voice was laced with frustration and concern as he scanned the scene unfolding before you.

Your mind raced with possibilities, your senses heightened as you tried to make sense of the situation. Was it an accident, or something more sinister? The uncertainty hung heavy in the air as you braced yourself for whatever came next.

Walden's expression hardened with rage as he noticed the car stopping nearby. "Get back in the car, now!" he ordered urgently, his voice laced with urgency.

Confused and alarmed by Walden's sudden intensity, you attempted to ask who they were, but Walden's urgency left no room for questions. Hastily, you returned to the car, the sense of unease growing with each passing moment.

As Walden revved the engine and sped off like a madman, you could feel the tension thick in the air. "What's going on?" you asked, your voice tinged with apprehension.

Walden's knuckles whitened as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice strained with frustration. "But we need to get out of here, fast."

"Walden, who are they?" you asked, your voice tinged with concern as you glanced at the approaching vehicle.

Walden's expression darkened with rage as he clenched his jaw. "I don't know, but we need to get out of here," he replied tersely, his tone brooking no argument.

As the other car drew closer, Walden slammed his foot on the gas pedal, the engine roaring to life as the car accelerated like a bullet down the road. Your heart pounded in your chest as you struggled to keep up with the whirlwind of events unfolding around you.

"Damn it, Walden, slow down!" you exclaimed, your voice filled with urgency as you braced yourself against the seat.

Walden's knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel, his eyes narrowed in determination. "We can't risk whatever they're planning," he replied, his voice tight with tension as he navigated the car through the winding streets.

Maybe it's the panic that made you shout "have you ever done this before?! " in which Walden yelled back "none of your business! "

SERIOUSLY??!!

"Walden, what are you doing?!" you exclaimed your voice filled with concern as he slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt.

"We can't let them follow us," Walden replied, his tone resolute as he unbuckled his seatbelt and prepared to exit the vehicle. "Stay here. I'll handle this."

Before you could protest, Walden was out of the car, his figure disappearing into the smoke that billowed around them. Left alone in the car, you watched anxiously through the windshield, your heart pounding in your chest as you waited for Walden to return.You listened intently, the sounds of scuffling and grunts echoing through the air, followed by an eerie silence.

Suddenly, hands gripped your shoulders and pulled you forcefully out of the car, causing you to stumble onto the pavement below.

As you struggled to regain your balance, you found yourself surrounded by a group of men, their faces obscured by the shadows cast by the smoke. They regarded you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, their gazes flickering between you and the car.

With a sinking feeling in your stomach, you realized that you were completely vulnerable, stranded on the side of the road with no means of defense.

Coughing uncontrollably, you struggled to breathe in the thick smoke that engulfed the area, your lungs burning with each inhale. Panic surged through you as you realized the severity of the situation. With Walden nowhere in sight, you felt a sense of helplessness wash over you, knowing that you were entirely on your own in the face of danger.

"Looks like Walden Darling isn't as formidable as they say," one of the men remarked, his voice muffled by the gas mask covering his face. Their ominous appearance sent a shiver down your spine as you struggled to comprehend the unfolding events.

One of the men approached the car where the bunny boy was, his calculating gaze sent a chill down your spine. Another one chuckled darkly, his tone dripping with disdain.

"Mr. Darling was easy to take down," he remarked callously, his words a cruel reminder of their vulnerability in this dangerous situation. A tall, lean man cracked his neck casually, his calm demeanor contrasting sharply with the menacing presence of the gun in his hand.

"Watch your words," he warned to his fellow assailant, his voice carrying a hint of threat as he held the weapon dangerously close to you. Despite the fear coursing through your veins, you refused to show weakness, glaring defiantly at your captors even as one of them roughly grabbed your hair and forced you to meet their gaze.

"Huh, are you a guy or a girl?" the man taunted behind his mask, his mocking tone grating on your nerves. Before you could respond, he continued, sneering, "Seems like you're just his little trusty assistant."

The man with the calming voice attempted to intervene "I said watch your-", you seized the opportunity to act. With a surge of adrenaline, you rose to your feet and lunged at the taunting man, delivering a swift, powerful punch to his jaw.

The impact of your blow echoed through the chaos, momentarily silencing the man's taunts as he staggered backward in surprise. In that moment, you felt a sense of empowerment, fueled by the need to protect yourself and the vulnerable bunny boy in the car.

The man now had a cracked mask from your punch as you felt his anger.

Pain suddenly exploded in your head as the man struck you with the butt of his gun, sending shockwaves of agony coursing through your body. Stars danced before your eyes as blood trickled down your face, staining your vision crimson. Stumbling backward, you struggled to stay upright, your head swimming with dizziness and disorientation.

Amidst the chaos, a pair of hands gripped your shoulders, steadying you and preventing you from collapsing entirely. Grateful for the support, you leaned into the comforting touch, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you tried to regain your bearings.

Through bleary eyes, you strained to focus on the figure before you, your heart skipping a beat as you recognized Walden's familiar features. His mouth was stained with blood, yet a smirk played at the corners of his lips, a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding around you.

Amidst the chaos, a sudden movement caught your attention as the car door was kicked open from the inside with a resounding thud. Before anyone could react, the force of the kick sent one of the assailants flying through the air, his body twisting and turning as he collided with the ground.

Smoke billowed from the car, obscuring your vision momentarily. As the haze cleared, you caught sight of a pale hand gripping the broken part where the door once was. With a surge of disbelief, you watched as the figure emerged from the vehicle, standing to his full height.

It wasn't a bunny boy, as you had initially assumed,

but a rabbit MAN.

"Holy shit," you whispered under your breath, unable to tear your gaze away from the astonishing sight before you. As chaos ensued around you, one thing was clear: the rabbit-man was not to be underestimated.

"Holy shit indeed" Walden agreed with a smirk

The albino moved with the agility and savagery of a wild animal, his eyes gleaming with a primal intensity as he pounced on his attackers. With each strike, he seemed to embody a force of nature, his movements fluid yet deadly. His fists became a blur as he unleashed a relentless barrage of punches and kicks, each blow delivered with precision and power.

Hunched over like a predator stalking its prey, he moved with a primal grace, his movements fueled by an innate instinct for survival. His adversaries were no match for his ferocity, unable to withstand the onslaught of his relentless assault.

A shit was fired at him, yet he ducked and headed straight in a hunched form, kicking his shooter in the stomach

You could literally hear the insides get crushed

As the dust settled, the assailants lay scattered on the ground, defeated and broken. The albino stood amidst the chaos, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes still narrowed to slits as he surveyed the aftermath of the confrontation. In that moment, he appeared not as a man, but as a fearsome creature of the wild.

As chaos unfolded around him, the man with the calm voice remained composed, his movements deliberate as he retreated to his motorcycle. With a calm demeanor that belied the mayhem surrounding him, he carefully backed away, his gaze fixed on the scene before him.

Walking backwards in a very composed way.

Despite the chaos and the defeat of his comrades, there was no panic in his demeanor. He moved with a purpose, his every action calculated and precise. As he reached his motorcycle, he mounted it with practiced ease, his eyes briefly meeting yours before he revved the engine and sped away into the distance.

Your vision started to blur as Walden made a faint whistle, then, darkness fully consumed you in a forced slumber

Author notes:

I'm gonna try to upload every weekend probably