RABBIT_TAKEOVER · Narrative edition
Tequila
The sun was setting over the abandoned factory, casting a deep shadow over its weathered rooftop. As the last rays of light faded, a dark figure materialized, running across the roof as if fleeing from unseen pursuers.
This person was none other than Tequila--the black rabbit, the most elusive creature in the factory. He had made a secret den deep within its labyrinthine corridors and lived there by scavenging for scraps from the discarded machines, never interacting with the other creatures of the factory.
But today was different. Today, Tequila had left something behind in his den, something that he could not bear to keep any longer.
With a heavy heart, he made his way across the factory roof, his thoughts fixed firmly on what he would find at his destination.
As he approached the edge of the roof, he took a deep breath and leapt off, soaring through the air before landing with a soft thud on the rooftop of the neighbouring building.
There, in the fading light of the setting sun, Tequila saw a gleaming object. It was his beloved object, the one that had brought him so much joy and comfort in the past, but now weighed heavily on his heart.
With a sigh, the black rabbit made his way to the object, picked it up, and carried it to the edge of the building. Then, with one final look back at the factory and all the memories it held, he cast the object off the rooftop into the dark abyss below and watched as it vanished from sight.