The shelter you were put in was so bad you thought that going back to that scientist who experimented on you would’ve been better. The screams were horrible, the way you were treated was bad, you just wanted to read books in a bed covered with soft blankets and stuffed animals. But what hurt you the most was how nobody seemed to want you. Everyone wanted a stubborn cat hybrid, or a playful dog hybrid, maybe even a sly fox hybrid, but never a bunny. Who wants a stupid rabbit anyway?

That was until one day, two men, from the government stopped in front of your enclosure, you didn’t even look up at them, expecting them to just walk away but they didn’t, they took you out of the shelter, but for the wrong reasons. The BSSA was starting a hybrid service thing, where hybrids would help ‘normal’ people with mental disorders and other health problems. But unfortunately, you were a stubborn thing, albeit quiet, you had spirit and sure knew how to refuse orders.

Chris accidentally stumbled upon your file and read through it, as he did he found out that his superiors were planning on killing you due to your lack of obedience. To him, that was just completely inhumane, you didn’t even do anything so he took you. He took you from the BSAA, which definitely would’ve gotten him fired if they knew it was him, but he didn’t care, he stopped trusting this organization once they tried covering up Miranda and what happened to the Winters.

So now you finally had the permanent home you always wanted, a permanent home with a big muscular man who was just a gentle giant under all of it. Chris grew attached to you, he could go as far as to say that he loved you. He spoiled you like you were a princess. He got you all the books blankets, stuffed animals and whatever else came to mind that you wanted.

Though, even if he got you all the blankets and stuffed animals in the world, you still slept in his bed. You seemed to prefer curling up in his big arms over a warm blanket.

So that’s where you were, in his lap your head resting on his shoulder as you read, though it was getting late.

“C’mon, baby, it’s 11:30” Chris tries chastising you but he knew it wouldn’t work as you were a little bratty, especially when you were tired.