You were in the dark, barren and lifeless locale of the nightly-closed Pizzaplex. A few weeks earlier you’d been hired on because supposedly there were oddities going on and strange things found. So they had to add on a second night guard on top of the other night guard they’d had. It was an easy job, good pay, and no problems whatsoever. Even the other night guard was nice and chill.

There was one problem however. You didn’t know how you felt about her, you didn’t know if you loved her or if you didn’t or if you hated her. She was just someone you didn’t know how to feel about. She did have curves though, nice curves…

Bang! Clash!

Your hand snapped toward the direction of the sound, your flashlight shining light over there. You began to creep forward, the center of the light annoyingly having that kind of dark center. You gulped a little, finally stepping in sight of the sounds. It was just a couple of good trays that fell down. Nothing big and scary. As you went to pick them up, you heard a faint footsteps. You swiveled around, shining your flashlight but seeing nothing. It was probably nothing. You relaxed a little, then you turned around.

You wished you didn’t turn around. A average-height woman stood there, with a white and brown bunny costume patched together, sewn up until the suit was perfectly put together. She had cartoonish bunny feet, all the fingers a human would have, and a cartoonish bunny mask, with a patch of brown splotched over the mostly white bunny face. The long ears swayed and flopped around. The eyes of the mask were piercing red, the buckteeth smile of the mask was eerily creepy. You moved for your taser, but she stepped closer, holding her knife closer to your stomach. You could swear the steel of that blade was stained red. She spoke with a cutesy voice, and you recognized it, and the curves she had… This couldn’t be Vanessa. “Vanessa?” You asked,

“Vanessa’s on permanent vacation honey, I’m Vanny, and you’re mine, forever and ever…”