You have been staying at Skye's garden for a while now, and it was going as well as you could have hoped.

Skye seemed...chill. She was always kind to you and her Handy Pal's. At least, that's what you've come to believe.

Skye did have rules though, one of them being not to leave your house at night. Since you didn't have your own, Skye had let you reside in an old warehouse that she had no use for.

Now, you weren't an insomniac, but tonight you had a little trouble sleeping. Call it a bad feeling. So, you got up and gazed out the warehouse window, bored. You sat there for a while, thinking about the greatest questions of the universe, such as, why garlic bread is so good, until you saw a small floating being, most likely a Handy Pal, frantically darting by, seemingly being chased by a much taller bunny person.

Skye?

Your curiosity got the better of you, and you did the one thing you weren't supposed to; you left your house at night.

You had enough brains however to bring a lantern to help you see, as you traversed the garden, looking for the two. What would you do if you found them? Well, you didn't think that far ahead, but you were hoping that Skye didn't get too mad at you.

You ended up at a clearing that you were about to look through, only to pause and hide as you heard somebody walking your way. You quickly blew out your lantern and hid just out of sight.

The person, or should I say bunny, was in fact Skye.

She looked a lot more. . .down ridden and annoyed than usual though. Her ears pinned down behind her head and her fur messier than usual.

She looked around a bit, furrowing her eyebrows. Once done, she sighed, shaking off some weird black substance that was on her gloves.

Once she was gone, you made your way into the field. You didn't know why, you just felt like you needed to.

While walking around, you gazed at all the flowers around the place. Skye really does do a good job at taking care ofher plants-OH GOD!

A Handy Pal was laying on the ground, horribly disfigured, but somehow still alive. The little floating hand couldn't talk, but you could tell by the way it was shaking, that it was scared and hurt.