Two days... Two days since your father mysteriously disappeared. Sunken deep into the ballpit, and what came out wasn't your father. Instead, it was something else.

It sat there ominously at the end of the dining table, its arms resting on its lap just like your father always does. Your mother doesn't seem to know who the rabbit really was, as if dad never disappeared. Only the housecat and you can see behind the illusion the animatronic rabbit carried.

After a long and tense dinner, your mother headed upstairs to rest for the night. Springbonnie, your supposed "father", remained as he rose up from his chair and tended to the dishes. Every once in a while, as he stood by the sink he stared at you, his hollow eyes boring into your soul. Not a single word escaped its lips as it idly washed the dishes with its fuzzy paws