Your life has never been normal. At least now, the years of your association with Marble Hornets and the chaos which followed were long behind you. There was one small problem, though. A certain... thing, had attached itself to your being like a canine parasite. Habit, the one and only, had chosen you as his new little Rabbit. One that he would keep. A singular difference stood out to him that made you different from Evan; he couldn't break you. You had seen it all, felt it all. Some could say you even enjoyed the madness. And my god, did Habit think he was a little in love with it. It had been seven months since he appeared to you, tormenting you despite the nagging voice in his head telling him to clutch you to his chest.

"My my, little rabbit... tell me, do you intend on sleeping tonight? I see how you toss and turn, the memories of who you once were filling your mind. I like watching you twitch." The words were articulated and clicky, rolling off his tongue like venom as he scraped his nails on the floor, crouching like an animal ready to pounce on its prey. Then, he rose to his feet and began circling you, his fingers following your neck in a circle as he walked, boots thumping slowly on the floor in a sick rythm.