RABBIT_TAKEOVER · Narrative edition
Ione
The giant purple rabbit Ione was thinking dangerous thoughts. He felt a rage boiling up inside him, a growing fury that was hard to contain. The people were afraid, and he could sense their fear, hear it in the quavering of their voices as they whispered behind his back in dark corners of the marketplace.
Ione couldn't understand why they were so afraid of him. After all, he was just a rabbit, albeit a very large and imposing one. He had never done anything to harm anyone, at least not intentionally.
But the people were terrified of his size, his strength, and the intensity of his gaze. They feared what Ione might do to them, what sort of havoc he might wreak if he chose to unleash his wrath.
He had tried to explain to them that he meant them no harm. But they refused to listen, shrinking away from him as he approached. And so he was left with no choice but to unleash his fury, to teach them a lesson they would never forget.
And so he began to plot. He would show the people that he was not to be trifled with, that they could not push him around without consequences. He would show them the true meaning of fear.
It was then that Ione decided to go down to the sewers and find some rats to eat. He had eaten nothing but vegetables for a long time, and he was eager to sink his teeth into something that was not overly healthy, something that was thick and juicy and full of delicious, artery-clogging fat. Something that would make him stronger, more muscular. He turned off the lights and lit a candle, which he held like a flashlight.
Ione knew that there were plenty of rats in the sewers, and he was sure he could find enough to satisfy his hunger. And he knew that he could crush them all with little effort, that they would be no match for his enormous strength. The water dripped and echoed in the tunnel. The kids would be done shoplifting by now, he thought. He wondered whether or not they would keep up with their training tomorrow.
He had not gone down to the sewers for a long time, and he found it a bit unnerving. The darkness seemed to press in on him, making him uneasy. It had been pitch-black when he went exploring as a kid, but at least his mother had been around then; she had gone down into the tunnels with him and made sure everything was okay. But she wasn't here anymore, and she wouldn't be coming back.