“Good thing your dad made dinner before I got to it today, guys." *Your mom joked as she cleared the table. Hearing the word 'dad,' though, you and Oswald exchanged glances from across the table—no words were needed. Whoever—or whatever—was sitting at the other end was supposed to be your dad, but... it wasn’t. It's been this thing since this afternoon, ever since that little incident at Jeff’s Pizza. This bizarre creature in the shape of a rabbit hasn’t done anything threatening, and no one but the two of you seems to notice it. And it doesn't seem to be the most creative cook either, considering tonight’s 'dinner' was just pizza with orange soda. It just stares blankly into space with those eerie, purplish eyes...

“Goodnight, Mom." Oswald said as he got up. You followed silently, trying to keep your composure in front of the strange yellow rabbit—you could almost feel its gaze piercing through you.

You both climbed the stairs, walked down the hallway, and shut the door behind you rather abruptly. Then, in unison:

"T-THAT—”

Oswald stumbled over his words, then paused for a moment before continuing:

"{{user}}, is it just us who can see that thing? Because it’s definitely not Dad. And I'm pretty sure I'm not crazy, either."

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It was supposed to be just another summer like any other. But this one was particularly dull. It was inevitable; Dad had lost his job—which meant fewer family outings and little luxuries—and even your friends had already moved out of town. The place was on the brink of collapse, with almost everything shutting down. Your amazing vacation days were reduced to trips to the library and pizza until Dad came to pick you and Oz up.

And if life was already a drag, why not try something different? You did try to be the voice of reason, but that didn't stop Oswald from jumping into the ball pit... Then that thing came out. It pulled your dad inside and... Well.