# Home for some Holidays Chapter 2

Author: JasonVUK
Tags: Britain, British, HMOFA, Human, M/F, Male/Female, Rabbit, Yorkshire

I'd like to apologise to everyone for the terrible google translate French, sorry.

\>Be Allison Cranny

 

\>You’re a 5’6 white and brown rabbit anthro.

 

\>You’re 28 years old.

 

\>You currently feel like a big fucking girl’s blowse!

 

\>You’ve not been this embarrassed since you were a kid!

 

\>You’d cried like a child in front of your oldest guy friend.

 

\>Who is also your childhood crush.

 

\>God you feel so pathetic.

 

\>So stupid.

 

\>Dwayne Cooper

 

\>The man sat opposite you.

 

\>Is taking the whole situation in his stride.

 

\>You’d wanted to get two dipshits to back off.

 

\>Just to leave you alone while you work out at a gym

 

\>Also maybe show off a potential boyfriend/future husband.

 

\>It didn’t go quite according to plan.

 

\>And you’d cried.

 

\>You’d cried and lost your temper.

 

\>Stormed out of the gym like a child having a tantrum.

 

\>You lift your glass of carrot juice to you lips

 

\>Stereotypical you know.

 

\>You take a sip of your drink.

 

\>You look up from your plate to Dwayne

 

\>He’s looking at you, smiling softly.

 

\>After he drove you …

 

\>… in your car by the way ….

 

\> …away from the gym he brought you here to this pub/restaurant in town.

 

\>Nice place.

 

\>Old place

 

\>Established in the 1300s.

 

\>1348 to be exact.

 

\>England’s old innit?

 

\>So here you are sat at a table.

 

\>Sipping carrot juice with a burger and fries

 

\>You’re an _anthro_ rabbit! You like to eat meat.

 

\>Fuck those veggie purists.

 

\>Regardless, you feel the need to speak up.

 

\> “I’m so sorry Dwayne.”

 

\> “Don’t worry lass, you’re fine.” He replies.

 

\>He’s still smiling.

 

\>God fucking damn it.

 

\>You want to kiss him.

 

\>You want him kiss you.

 

\>You weren’t even being subtle about it.

 

\>You feel like such a tart.

 

\> “I’m just glad you’re okay.” He says.

 

\> “You feeling any better?” he adds.

 

\>Are you? You wonder.

 

\>Maybe a little.

 

\>You tell as such.

 

\> “If they’re any trouble in the future, let me know. I’ll deal with them.”

 

\>You feel a chill run down your spine.

 

\>His tone, though caring, had a dark edge to it.

 

\>He’s not quite the same hot-tempered boy you knew in school.

 

\>There’s an edge to him.

 

\>You feel it in your heart.

 

\>In your very soul.

 

\>There’s something _wrong_ about him.

 

\>Maybe because he’s been to war?

 

\>You know there’s a high chance he’d killed people.

 

\>How has it affected him really?

 

\>He says he’s okay, but is he?

 

\>You don’t know how to take his words.

 

\>Before, you’d thought he’d yell and maybe get into a fight.

 

\>But maybe something _else_ would happen.

 

\>You’re tempted to take him up on the offer.

 

\>You do.

 

\> “Thanks Dwayne, I appreciate it.” You sigh softly.

 

\> “I just feel like big ninny now.” You chuckle sardonically.

 

\>He actually chuckles.

 

\> “You’re fine. I’m here if, and when, you need me.”

 

\> “I appreciate that Dwayne, I really do.”

 

\>You reach out and touch his hand.

 

\>He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.

 

\>The pair of you delve into a comfortable silence.

 

\>You start eating your burger and chips.

 

\>Maybe some plans are made to fail.

 

\>Part way into the meal Dwayne speaks up.

 

\>He tells you his mum told him his grandad was coming over.

 

\>This gets your attention.

 

\>You remember old Alexander “Alex” Cooper.

 

\>WW2 veteran.

 

\>Early 90s.

 

\>Fit as a fiddle with a sharp mind.

 

\>Once said Dwayne was his favourite grandson.

 

\>Likely an army thing. Maybe?

 

\>Dwayne asks if you’d like to come round to his house too.

 

\>Absolutely! You tell him.

 

\>Be nice to see his mum and grandad again.

 

\>They both liked you.

 

\>You recall Alex confessing to his lusts in his youth.

 

\>Before he was married of course.

 

\> To both your and Dwayne’s embarrassment.

 

\>Alex spoke fondly of his old loves.

 

\>A vixen from the States

 

\>A female Hyena from Africa

 

\>A Lioness from Wales

 

\>A bear from Russia

 

\>A Labrador he used to know.

 

\>The vixen again. A few times

 

\>The hyena a couple of more times.

 

\>And more than a few rabbits.

 

\>You mention your recount to Dwayne.

 

\> “Oh bloody hell!” he laughs.

 

\> “I’d never have thought he was so …” Dwayne trails off.

 

\> “Active? Lustful?” you finish with a sly smirk.

 

\> “Aye.” Dwayne chuckles to himself face going red with embarrassment.

 

\>You laugh too.

 

\>Feels good.

 

\>The pair of you finish and Dwayne pays.

 

\>You both get into your car.

 

\>You’re driving this time.

 

\>And you drive back to Dwayne’s.

 

\>There’s another car there already.

 

\>Well not including Dwayne’s mum’s.

 

\>Alex must be there already.

 

\>Dwayne’s excited.

 

\>You heart warms to how giddy he looks to see his grandad.

 

\>Alex was Dwayne’s biggest hero.

 

\>You park up and exit the car.

 

\>Dwayne takes the lead.

 

\>He holds your hand.

 

\>It feels just right, like they were made for one another.

 

\>Calm down girl! Jesus!

 

\>He opens the front door.

 

\> “Mam! I’m home! I brought Allison!”

 
* * *

\>Be Dwayne

 

\>Oh god! Grandad’s already here!

 

\>You lead Allison through the threshold.

 

\>She politely closes the door behind her.

 

\>You both step into the living room

 

\>Mum is having a cup of tea.

 

\>Opposite her is grandad!

 

\>With a large mug of tea in his hand.

 

\>Grandad and you look very much alike.

 

\>Except he’s like 70 years older than you.

 

\>And has a moustache.

 

\>And walks with a cane.

 

\>He could still beat some 20-year-old with it.

 

\>You don’t even doubt it.

 

\> “Dwayne lad!  There ya be!” Grandad’s speaks up.

 

\>He stands with the grace of a man a quarter his age.

 

\>He’s as tall as you.

 

\>Was taller in his youth.

 

\>Six foot maybe? Six-one?

 

\>Physically speaking he looks great.

 

\>Holds himself strong.

 

\>Shoulder back. Head held high.

 

\>You walk over and you two embrace.

 

\> “Good seein’ ya grandad!” you say excitedly.

 

\>You pull an arm’s length away and you two smile to one another.

 

\> He looks to your side and he smile warms in a soft way.

 

\> “Allison dear, good to see you!”

 

\>He embraces her too.

 

\>One big family.

 

\>You picture little bunny kids hugging his legs.

 

\>No Dwayne. Not for you.

 

\>Shortly you’re all sat down.

 

\>Big pot of tea in the middle of the coffee table.

 

\>Tea table!

 

\>Cups all around and a packet of biscuits.

 

\>You, Allison, grandad and mum.

 

\>All talking and laughing about the goings on in your lives.

 

\> “And how about you Dwayne?” your grandad asks looking at you.

 

\>You pause though only for a second.

 

\> “How’s the army treating you?” he asks.

 

\>He’s looking at you, smiling, all seems well.

 

\>But he’s giving a certain look.

 

\>You don’t know what though.

 

\>You pull yourself together in a few short seconds.

 

\> “About as well as you’d guess. I’m a sergeant, keeping everything in order best I can.”

 

\>You smile reassuringly to everyone.

 

\>The look doesn’t leave Alexander’s eyes but he nods and smiles

 

\> “Good lad!  I know all about it and hell I don’t envy you!” he laughs in a good-natured way.

 

\>All eyes are on you.

 

\>You need to think of something.

 

\>Make light of the situation.

 

\>You begin to tell them about this fresh-faced recruit.

 

\>A human guy about 6-2.

 

\>Big muscles.

 

\>Big ego.

 

\>Thinks he’s the shit.

 

\>Going to pass boot camp like a fart in a breeze.

 

\>He couldn’t have been proven more wrong if he tried.

 

\>Long story short, he had a good physique, but he wasn’t army material.

 

\>He didn’t have the mental discipline.

 

\>Didn’t react well under stress.

 

\>He didn’t have the physical discipline.

 

\>Didn’t have the physical durability or endurance.

 

\>He eventually broke down after the Drill Sergeant kept yelling at him.

 

\>That one you wouldn’t blame him for.

 

\>Your drill sergeant was a scary bastard, but he was fair.

 

\>Unlike what you see in the movies, he didn’t shout unless necessary.

 

\>Something to do with his throat you’d once heard him say.

 

\>The final straw was when the guy incorrectly reassembled his rifle.

 

\>Knowing he’d fucked up he swapped it out for another recruit’s.

 

\>Little mouse guy.  Good lad.

 

\>The rifle had all but detonated in the mouse’s hands.

 

\>Thankfully the little guy hadn’t suffered any permanent damage.

 

\>Other than a few scars across his face.

 

\>Unfortunately for big-dude, each rifle’s serial number was recorded to each recruit.

 

\>They found the guy out quickly and off he went.

 

\>_Along with a fine_ and other shit to come his way.

 

\> “What happened to the mouse?”  Allison asked.

 

\>You recall after deployment you’d all been sent to Afghanistan.

 

\>He was put into a squad with a Tigress as his sergeant.

 

\>She was a tough old bitch.

 

\>Tough enough it seems she’d deemed it necessary to pound the poor mouse guy’s pelvis into dust, with her pelvis.

 

\>As you’d discovered them one cold night away from the barracks.

 

\>Grandad snorted and laughed.

 

\>You’d never told anyone.

 

\>As thanks they invited you to their wedding a few years after the event.

 

\> “Awwww that’s so sweet.”  Allison gushed.

 

\> “I think they retired from the military after she got pregnant. I can’t be sure.” You admit.

 

\>Grandad raises his cup.

 

\> “All the best to them then I say.” He toasts and takes a sip.

 

\>All eyes are back on you.

 

\>They want to know more. Damnit.

 

\>You regale some of the not so harrowing tales from your time in Afghanistan.

 

\>Being put into Sergeants Hailey’s all human squad.

 

\>Brian Haley was a great guy.

 

\>Down to Earth.

 

\>Treated his squad like they were his kids.

 

\>You really miss him.

 

\>Him and the squad.

 

\>They were your brothers.

 

\>You refocus yourself before your tumble down memory lane.

 

\>You talk about your close mates of your squad.

 

\>Sergeant Brian Hailey. (KIA)

 

\>Corporal Matt Dibble. (KIA)

 

\>Private Ian Nicked. (KIA)

 

\>Private Craig Dobson. (KIA)

 

\>Private Tony Milton. (KIA)

 

\>You don’t tell the others about the KIA stuff.

 

\>KIA isn’t even 100% true.

 

\>The truth was buried.

 

\>You tell the others about all the stupid stuff your squad used to get up to.

 

\>Waking the sarge up with a party horn on his birthday.

 

\>And then running away as he threw things at the rest of you.

 

\>Swapping Ian’s shampoo with hair dye.

 

\>He looked good in pink.

 

\>Tony showing off the incredibly disgusting skill of playing a recorder with his farts.

 

\>After a few beers it was hilarious.

 

\>You all continue to trade stories of your lives till the sun sets.

 

\>Which given the time of year doesn’t take long.

 

\>Finally, your mum looks at Allison.

 

\> “Say love, would you like to stay for tea?” she asks.

 

\>Allison looks to you.

 

\> “I wouldn’t want to impose.”

 

\> “’course not, you’re welcome any time.” You reply.

 

\>This seems to satisfy the love-struck bunny.

 

\>She grabs her phone and steps away.

 

\> “I’d love to. Just need to call my roommates tell ‘em I’ll be home later.”

 

\> “You want a hand with food mum?” you ask.

 

\>Your mum smiles at you, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

 

\>A gleam your grandad has too.

 

\> “No thanks Dwayne, you stay here with Allison, keep her company.”

 

\>Damn it mum stop, please!

 

\>You turn your head towards the bunny.

 

\>She’s stepped away, phone in hand speaking to someone called Marcy.

 

\> “I’m going to be late home, I’m having tea at a friend’s house.”

 

\>She likely doesn’t know you can hear her.

 

\> “Yes that friend,”

 

\>She squeals quietly with delight.

 

\> “I know, I know!  Everything is going great.”

 

\>You look away as she turns her head towards you.

 

\> “I think I have a shot at this.” She whispers as she looks away.

 

\>You can still hear her.

 

\> “No there was a slight mess at the gym, but …”

 

\>Allison continues to speak into her phone.

 

\>You don’t mean to listen.

 

\>You’ve just got good hearing.

 

\>Shortly after Alli returns.

 

\> “Got the all clear from my roommates.”

 

\> “Who do you live with by the way, you never really said.”

 

\> “No one from school, thank Christ.”  She said with a roll of her eyes.

 

\> “Ah come on, you had plenty of friends in school.” You reply with a smile.

 

\>But Allison shakes her head.

 

\> “No, not really.”

 

\>She shrugs.

 

\> “Just a few, and even then I think _you_ were my closest _normal_ friend.”

 

\>Poor girl.

 

\>You weren’t the best influence as a kid.

 

\>Still aren’t really.

 

\> “So who _do_ you live with?” you ask again

 

\>She goes on to explain her roommates.

 

\>Suzzanne who is a human.

 

\>About Allison’s height and build.

 

\>Works as a hairdresser in the town.

 

\>Nice lady, looking for a partner.

 

\>Her other house mate was called Emma.

 

\>She was a German Shepard anthro.

 

\>Worked in the mall outside the city.

 

\>Had a steady partner.

 

\>Another German Shepard named Bruce.

 

\>Nice guy apparently.

 

\>Allison went on to say how long she’d known her roommates.

 

\>Five years.

 

\>Then quips how they haven’t killed each other _yet._

 

\>You laughed at that one.

 

\>The two of you continue to converse.

 

\>Allison subtly moves closer to you.

 

\>Or so she thinks being subtle.

 

\>You don’t say nor do anything about it though.

 

\>Before long your and Allison knees are about touching.

 

\>She’s right up next to you.

 

\>You say something funny and she laughs.

 

\>She puts an arm around you.

 

\>You want this, though you know you shouldn’t.

 

\>It’s not fair on her.

 

\>But you’ll selfishly allow yourself some happiness.

 

\>The pair of you pull apart, but don’t separate too far.

 

\>You stay close and comfortable together.

 

\>You look into her eyes.

 

\>They’re wide and beautiful.

 

\>So very beautiful.

 

\>If things were different.

 

\>If you were a normal guy with a normal life.

 

\>You’d wife and mother her within a month.

 

\>You’d say a week but that’s a bit short notice.

 

\>You the pair of you just stare, smiling and happy.

 

\>Your mother breaks the silence.

 

\> “Alright, food’ll be done shortly lets head to the table.”

 

\>You both laugh awkwardly then make your way to the table.

 

\>You sit next to one another.

 

\>Food is brought in.

 

\>Roast beef and all the trimmings and extras.

 

\>What’s mum’s game here?

 

\>Grandad sits down next to her.

 

\> “Would anyone like to say grace?” Mum asks.

 

\>Oh no, here we go.

 

\> “Grace.” Grandad replies then starts eating.

 

\>Old joke, an old tired joke, but it’s a classic.

 
* * *

\>The four of you eat quietly for the most part.

 

\>Allison compliments mum and grandad of the cooking.

 

\>It’s been a while since she had a real home cooked meal.

 

\>You can understand that.

 

\>Usually, you just grab a bite while at work.

 

\>Sometimes filling, sometimes not.

 

\>Chatter does not die down as the four of you eat.

 

\>Any subject.

 

\>Every subject.

 

\>Regardless of how risqué it is.

 

\>You felt sometimes it was more of a game.

 

\>Who can get who to choke first.

 

\>Your grandad always wins.

 

\>That man has no shame.

 

\>Like the story he’s telling now.

 

\> “It was 1936 while I was stationed in Africa.”

 

\>Oh god, it’s a _hyena_ story.

 

\> “… Amari took whatever she pleased from a man.”

 

\>He smiled in fond memories.

 

\>This can’t be good.

 

\>No one dare put food in their mouth or take a sip of drink.

 

\> “… it was one night and the last thing I recalled was her slamming her posterior down on my face.”

 

\>What an absolute ….

 

\>You laugh while mum and Allison grimace.

 

\>Grandad is still all smiles.

 

\>They’re a little tipsy from the drink.

 

\>You’re still fine but play along.

 

\>Then Allison pipes up after she forces down her need to gag.

 

\> “You talk a lot about affairs you had before getting married Alex.” She says.

 

\>Not in a rude way.

 

\>More questioning.

 

\> “When I got married I was Mary’s and Mary’s alone. I didn’t even look at another woman with desire.”

 

\>Mary was your grandma.

 

\>She was a sweet but tough _human_ woman.

 

\>She died about a decade ago.

 

\>Allison continues to speak.

 

\> “After the war did you look up any of your old flings, if only to catch up?” she asks.

 

\>Grandad goes quiet.

 

\>He leans back in his chair staring at his plate for a few seconds.

 

\>He takes a sip of lager.

 

\>Then he responds.

 

\> “I did actually.” He begins slowly.

 

\> “Actually, I looked for all of them, just to see them again.”

 

\>He smiles though it is a tired but caring smile.

 

\> “Some of them had died during the war, like Becky Turner the Labrador.”

 

\>He sighs deeply.

 

\>You know all too well how he feels.

 

\> “Some of them thankfully had moved on and had families.”

 

\>He looks up to the rest of you, smiling.

 

\>Though there is a small tear in his right eye.

 

\> “They were all lovely, it was good to see old flames and friends again.”

 

\>Allison reaches across the table and placed her furred hand on top of his.

 

\> “I’m sorry Alex.” She says in a sympathetic tone.

 

\> “No need to be.” He brushes her off with a smile and shake of his head.

 

\> “I bet they were happy to see you Alex.” Your mum adds.

 

\>He smiles more genuinely.

 

\> “Some thought I was there to ruin their family. Could you imagine?”

 

\>He laughs loudly.

 

\>Your grandad wasn’t like that, the thought was truly funny.

 

\> “We still keep touch using that _email_ thing.”

 

\>He then shrugs.

 

\> “Well those who’re still alive anyway.”

 

\>He filled a glass with lager and raised it high.

 

\> “A toast if I may.”

 

\>You all raised your glasses.

 

\> “To friends, new and old. Dead and alive.”

 

\>You all toasted with a “cheers”.

 

\>Allison looked towards you.

 

\>A soft loving look, but one with curiosity in it.

 

\> “So, when are you two having kids?” Grandad suddenly asked.

 

\>You both turn to look at him.

 

\>You’re flabbergasted.

 

\>Allison doesn’t know what to say.

 

\>You’re both blushing hard.

 

\> “I uh, I don’t, um,” Allison is trying to form a sentence.

 

\>She’s still doing better than you.

 

\>Your grandad laughs the both of you off.

 

\>You both feel very embarrassed.

 

\>The evening continues until it’s time for Allison to go.

 

\>You see her to her car.

 

\>You ask if she’s okay to drive.

 

\>She replies she’s fine, she only had one drink.

 

\>Before leaving she leans up and kisses you on the lips.

 

\>She says goodnight and quickly gets into her car and drives off.

 

\>Watching her go you lick your lips.

 

\>You want her.

 

\>More than anything.

 

\>But well, you know how it goes by now.

 

\>You sigh and re-enter the house.

 

\>Despite all the drink you’ve had you’re still sober.

 

\>You see grandad and mum look at you from the table.

 

\>They look glum.

 

\>A stark contrast to what they had been earlier.

 

\>Grandad calls you over to sit.

 

\>Despite the alcohol in his system, the man sounds coherent.

 

\>They both ask if you’re okay.

 

\>You nod and tell them you’re fine.

 

\>Neither one looks appeased.

 

\> “Dwayne, are you _sure_ you’re alright?” Your grandad asks.

 

\>You stare into his eyes.

 

\>What could you tell him honestly?

 

\> “I’m fine.”

 

\>That’s all you say and give them what you hope is a reassuring smile.

 

\> “I’m off to bed.”

 

\>You stand up, bid them both goodnight then head to bed.

 
* * *

\>Be Allison Cranny

 

\>Be an incredibly happy bunny rabbit.

 

\>If you were a dog your tail would be wagging.

 

\>So fast in fact you could use it to cross the ocean on your arse.

 

\>Today could not have pulled around better if you’d planned it.

 

\>You’re in your car driving back to your apartment.

 

\>Thoughts of the night whizzing through your head.

 

\>Both Alex and June wanted you and Dwayne to have kids!

 

\>The revelation is awesome.

 

\>Was it unexpected?

 

\>You don’t know you’re too excited to think straight right now.

 

\>You pull up to the apartment complex and park your car.

 

\>You’re practically skipping your way out the car and to the front door.

 

\>You feel like a pure ball of energy.

 

\>Oh gosh you can’t believe you kissed him on the lips!

 

\>Okay sure that’s not as intimate as the blowjob 13 years ago, but still!

 

\>It’s just so much MORE!

 

\>It’s more important!

 

\>More romantic!

 

\>He’s certainly husband material!

 

\>Confidant. Determined.

 

\>Seemingly filled to the brim with strength!

 

\>And the army had done his figure great!

 

\>He was no slouch before!

 

\>But the feel of his toned muscles on your body.

 

\>Oh mother of god, damn!  Damn!

 

\>You finally get into your apartment and immediately questions are being hurled at you.

 

\>How did it go?

 

\>How was he?

 

\>How was the food?

 

\>Are you pregnant yet?

 

\>Are there church bells a-ringing in the near future?

 

\>You answer in order.

 

\>Great

 

\>Great

 

\>Amazing

 

\>Not yet

 

\>Hope so

 

\> Emma the German Shepard pulls you into a tight hug.

 

\> “Oh my god! I can’ae believe it! Our wee lass is finally on the prowl!”

 

\>She laughs.

 

\>You bat her playfully.

 

\> “Give me a break, I’m not on the prowl!”

 

\>You’re absolutely on the prowl and already have your target in sight.

 

\> “The hunt will be worth it, aye?” Emma grins.

 

\> “If’n he treats you bad lass I’ll ‘ave ‘im.” Comes a male voice.

 

\>Bruce, Emma’s partner.

 

\>He walks around the couch to you.

 

\>He’s a bit taller than Dwayne, so around 6 foot.

 

\>He’s a tall guy.

 

\>But still.

 

\> “No offense Bruce, I think he’d have you.” You chuckle.

 

\>To “have” someone is to beat them in a fight, for those who didn’t know.

 

\>And after what little you’ve seen. Bruce would be a little puppy dog to Dwayne.

 

\> “So tell us all in detail what happened!” Suzanne, the human, asks.

 

\>You go into detail about what happened at the gym.

 

\>Bruce interrupts you.

 

\> “Hang on. No. No.”

 

\>He shakes his head.

 

\> “Bollocks.” He adds.

 

\> “No way he lifted over four-hundred-pounds.”

 

\>You tell him, he did, and he wasn’t even tired.

 

\>Bruce looks at his arms, he ears fold back on instinct.

 

\>You continue with how he intimidated those two guys.

 

\>Then what followed at the pub, then tea at his house with his mum and grandad.

 

\>They’re all excited for you.

 

\>You’re excited as well.

 

\>You hope to everything goes well between the two of you.

 

\>Halloween is so close now.

 

\>So close.

 

\>Maybe you two will hit it off afterwards?

 

\>Mrs. Allison Cooper

 

\>It certainly has a nice ring to it.

 
* * *

\>Be Dwayne again.

 

\>Grandad has chosen to stay over for Halloween.

 

\>He prefers to stay away from the old people’s home as much as possible.

 

\>You’re currently watching the old man march back and forth with a bit of assistance from his cane.

 

\>Makes you think of some old army General.

 

\>It’s been a few days since you first brought Allison home.

 

\>Halloween is tonight!

 

\>You’re not worried by any means.

 

\>But you are _cautious_.

 

\>This whole event could easily go sideways.

 

\>Too much bundled up hate.

 

\>Left festering for years.

 

\>Now everyone is an adult and likely within similar heights.

 

\>That and the high likelihood that there’ll be alcohol.

 

\>Loose lips sink ships.

 

\>Loose lips get busted open from saying shit.

 

\>The previous night you’d met up with Allison and asked how she’d felt.

 

\>Nervous.

 

\>Scared.

 

\>A whole bundle of emotions.

 

\>You’d promised once more to look after her.

 

\>She was picking you up later so you could both go together.

 

\> “Dwayne.” You hear your grandad’s voice from behind.

 

\>You turn to look at him, he’s smiling.

 

\> “You excited to go?” he asks.

 

\>He’s only asked you that question about twenty times today alone.

 

\>You mention as such as he just laughs.

 

\> “Just checking.”

 

\> “You getting dressed up?” you ask.

 

\> “Of course, it’s a little bit of fun, aye?”

 

\>You wait for him to answer the obvious question.

 

\> “I’m going to be Dracula.” He grins.

 

\>He loved the old movies.

 

\> “You’d pull him off at least.” You laugh.

 

\>Mum’s just doing a witch costume and some green make-up.

 

\>Classic.

 
* * *

\>Time crawls by as you just seem to be clock watching as you do various things throughout the house.

 

\>Finally, and you do mean _finally!_

 

\>The time comes.

 

\>It’s Tuesday October 31st

 

\>Ol’ Hallows Eve.

 

\>You get a quick shower and shave.

 

\>You put on your costume.

 

\>Allison will be here within ten minutes or so.

 

\>Costume on you descend downstairs.

 

\> “Oooh, very scary.” You mum laughs.

 

\> “Aye, nightmare fuel.” You laugh.

 

\> “Who’re you supposed to be?” your grandad asks.

 

\>You just shrug.

 

\>Random American horror killer, you say to him.

 

\>He nods, but doesn’t seem to get it.

 

\>Perfectly timed as you descend the last step your phone goes off.

 

\>Looking at it shows a text from Allison, she’s waiting for you outside.

 

\> “She’s outside waiting for me.” You announce.

 

\>Your mum hugs you and wishes you a good time.

 

\>Your grandad does the same, though gives you a pat on the back.

 

\>You walk outside, small toy chainsaw and both masks in hand, waving to your mum and grandad as they see you off.

 

\>You feel like a small kid.

 

\>Allison thinks it’s adorable and/or hilarious.

 

\>She steps out of her car and shouts to your mum.

 

\> “Don’t worry Ms Cooper, I’ll have him back before his bedtime!”

 

\>Your face turns red from embarrassment.

 

\>They’re all laughing at you.

 

\>You’re laughing at you too.

 

\>Damn it Allison.

 

\>You get in the car and proceed to glare at the Red Riding Hoe Bunny.

 

\> “You’re not funny.”  You say.

 

\> “Tell that to yer smilin’ face lad.” She laughs.

 

\>She starts up the car and drives onward.

 

\>A few minutes pass.

 

\>The roads are busy with people leaving work.

 

\>All around you see people getting ready for tonight’s festivities.

 

\>Halloween wasn’t overly done in England as a whole.

 

\>But your little town had it’s own legends and folklore.

 

\>Maybe that’s why Halloween was popular here.

 

\>Who doesn’t like a good ghost story?

 

\>You look to Allison.

 

\>She’s been quiet for a while now.

 

\>She smells nervous.

 

\>Looks it too.

 

\> “You going to be okay Alli?” you ask concerned.

 

\>She exhales sharply.

 

\>Swallows whatever was stuck in her throat.

 

\>Then she glances at you.

 

\> “Just cautious is all.” She says.

 

\> “I’ll look after you, don’t worry about _them._”

 

\>You both know who you mean.

 

\>You reach over and pat her lap for support.

 

\> “Thank you Dwayne.” She says softly.

 

\>After another few minutes you arrive.

 

\>The school is before you.

 

\>Kids of many ages all gone home.

 

\>Teachers likely already there.

 

\>You see multiple cars pull into the driving lot.

 

\> “Here we go.” Allison mutters.

 

\>She follows in another car and parks up where she can.

 

\>Once parked she doesn’t move.

 

\>You don’t push her to move.

 

\> “We don’t have to go.” You say softly.

 

\> “I know.” She replies after a moment.

 

\>She leans back in her seat.

 

\>Closes her eyes.

 

\>Takes a long deep breath.

 

\>Then exhales, emptying her lungs.

 

\> “Some of them I don’t want to see ever again.” She mutters quietly.

 

\> “I won’t let anything happen to you.” You repeat yourself.

 

\>You’ll keep repeating yourself if you must.

 

\>She’s looking to the school.

 

\>So many unfamiliar bodies and faces.

 

\>All dressed up walking towards the entrance.

 

\>You can hear their chatter and laughter.

 

\>Allison grunts.

 

\> “Alright, let’s go!” she says forcing the enthusiasm into her voice.

 

\> “We’ll find a way to have a good time.” She adds.

 

\> “Yeah see some old friends.” You reply optimistically.

 

\>You’ll be keeping an eye out for a certain other rabbit anthro.

 

\>Tim Granger, your old friend.

 

\>You hope and pray he’s straight, single and looking.

 

\>For both your and Allison’s sake.

 

\>You put on your bald overhead mask.

 

\>You slide the skull mask over the bald head and your face.

 

\> “Let’s get a move on then.” You say and grab the dinky toy chainsaw.

 

\>You both exit the car then make your way to the entrance.

 
* * *

\>Upon entering it’s like stepping back in time.

 

\>It even smells the same.

 

\> “I’ve not been here in ten years.” Allison speaks up.

 

\>There’s nostalgia in her eyes.

 

\>You agree with her, then lead her gently by the arm to the hall.

 

\>At least that’s what everyone called it.  It’s where assembly and inside P.E was (sometimes) done.

 

\>Once inside you see the full scale of the event.

 

\>Tables all lined up around the place, serving various food and drinks.

 

\>A punch bowl you see in the right corner nearest you.

 

\>Likely spiked by now, if not later.

 

\>The rest of the hall has so many people.

 

\>You think you recognise some.

 

\> “Dwayne!  Allison!” A familiar voice calls out.

 

\>You both turn towards it and see …

 

\>Uncle Fester from the Addams Family and some sort of tribal witch rushing towards you.

 

\>It’s Dennis and Teresa Lowery.

 

\>Still strange to think they got married.

 

\>The human and rat anthro stop in front of you.

 

\>He’s grinning from ear to ear.

 

\>She’s smiling with her usual not overly expressive eyes.

 

\> “Dennis, Terri, good to see ya both.” Allison says as she hugs them.

 

\> “How’d you know it was me?” you ask, Skull mask covering your face.

 

\> “We recognised Allison and knew you two were comin’ together.” Terresa replies.

 

\> “Clever.” You reply.

 

\>The rat witch shrugs.

 

\> “I’ve always been smarter than people give me credit for.” She replies smugly and crosses her arms over her bust.

 

\>A bust which you note has filled out since you last saw her.

 

\> As the two women chat you and Dennis get started in your own conversation.

 

\> “So, how’s the kids?  Behaving well?” you ask.

 

\> “Aye, they’re good kids, we’re doing our best for ‘em.” He smiles up at you.

 

\>He was a good friend back in school, you’re not surprised he’s a good dad.

 

\> “I’m proud of you mate.” You say honestly and pat his back.

 

\> “I knew you’d do right for yourself.” You add.

 

\>He shrugs, likely embarrassed.

 

\> “I do well, but Terri keeps me grounded.” He replies, still smiling.

 

\>You look back to the rat as she speaks to Allison.

 

\>You feel an ache in your gut as you recall old memories.

 

\>You look back to Dennis.

 

\> “She didn’t deserve the shit she got.” You say.

 

\>He exhales and shakes his head.

 

\> “I know, I know.” He mutters, though you hear him.

 

\> “You’ve done right by her.” You reply with a small smile.

 

\> “I can tell she’s happier.”

 

\>Dennis grins in reply.

 

\> “Cheers Dwayne, I appreciate it.”

 

\>Conversations continue.

 

\>Dennis and Terri take You and Allison grab yourself some punch.

 

\>As you’d guessed it, it’s spiked, tastes like rum.

 

\>Cheap rum too.

 

\>At the table you recognise a familiar cat.

 

\>Marie Dunn, your French teacher dressed as a fairy.

 

\> “Bonjour Mademoiselle Dunn” you begin, catching her off guard.

 

\>She spins around, a plastic cup of water in her hand.

 

\>She looks you up and down curiously.

 

\>You then remove your mask.

 

\>Her eyes light up with recognition.

 

\> “Ah Dwayne Cooper, long time no see.” She smiles.

 

\> “And bonjour to you too.” She adds. “How’ve you been?”

 

\>You decide to have a bit of fun with her.

 

\> “J'ai été bien merci, très occupé.”

 

\>You told her you’re well but busy.

 

\>She looks at you with surprise.

 

\>Your French used to be terrible, you got a E in French you were that bad.

 

\>She eyes you suspiciously.

 

\> “Qu'est-ce que tu fais ces jours-ci?”

 

\>She asks what you’re doing.

 

\> “Je suis sergent dans l'armée.”

 

\>You’re a sergeant in the army.

 

\>Her expression turns to one of shock and she covers her mouth.

 

\> “Have you been to Afghanistan?” she asks in English.

 

\>A smile slowly creeps up your mouth.

 

\> “Yeah.”

 

\>She looks you up and down with a panic.

 

\>She starts placing her hands on you, checking you over.

 

\>She was always a motherly figure. Always worrying.

 

\> “Are you alright my dear boy, have you been hurt?”

 

\>She looks you in the eye for clarification.

 

\> “Nothing you’ll find.” You reply smiling.

 

\>She pulls away and gives you a sad look.

 

\> “C'est bon de vous voir monsieur Cooper.” She says with a smile.

 

\>She’s happy to see you.

 

\>She then tilts her head curiously, having a questioning look on her face.

 

\> “Quand êtes-vous devenu si bon en français?”

 

\>The question you’d been waiting for.

 

\>How’d your French get so good?

 

\> “There was a joint exercise between a few of our squads and the French army, I picked it up a lot from there.”

 

\> “You didn’t seem to grasp it back in my class.” She replies.

 

\>Your hand subconsciously clenches.

 

\> “I’ve changed a lot since then.” You reply with a carefree smile.

 

\>Time to lighten the mood.

 

\>You ask her about her daughter.

 

\>Her daughter is fine, she replies, her boyfriend proposed to her a few days ago.

 

\>Aww, Matt Knob, you romantic crow bastard.

 

\>You take a look around and find Allison talking to two guys, a human and a wolf.

 

\>The guys are wearing the same clothes, yet the wolf’s are tattered and torn.

 

\>It takes you a second to realise what they’re doing.

 
* * *

\>Be Allison

 

\>Talking to two old friends from school.

 

\>Both major dorks.

 

\>Maybe gay for each other?

 

\>Not that you judge.

 

\> “What’re you two supposed to be.” You ask with a smile.

 

\>The human, Derek, steps forward.

 

\> “Well me and Chris wanted to like a duo costume theme this year.” He says

 

\> “But we couldn’t think of anything!” Chris, the wolf, quickly adds.

 

\> “Then we watched “_American Werewolf_” and it just clicked.” Derek continues then steps back.

 

\>Ah you get it!

 

\> “Pretty bloody clever!” you laugh.

 

\> “I’m the human form.” Derek says, then starts to spaz out then ducks behind Chris.

 

\>Chris steps forward and roars.

 

\>Then he starts to cough, ruining the moment.

 

\> “And I’m the Werewolf form!” he says between coughs.

 

\>You laugh and nod, you give them a clap for their ingenuity.

 

\> “That’s pretty clever you two.”

 

\>You’re about to say something else when you hear a voice call your name.

 

\> “Cranny!”

 

\>A voice that had changed but you no less recognised.

 

\>A voice that had brought you to tears and haunted your nightmares.

 

\>Suddenly you’re no longer 28.

 

\>You’re 14 years old.

 

\>You’re a shy timid little bunny.

 

\>And you recall every mean name call.

 

\>Every hair pull.

 

\>Every slap across the face.

 

\>Every push into the wet mud

 

\>Every shove to the ground.

 

\>Years of bullying.

 

\>Years of threats.

 

\>Days where you’d force yourself to vomit and be sick.

 

\>Just so you wouldn’t have to go to school.

 

\>You begin to sweat.

 

\> “Well, well, well, lil’ Allison Cranny.” Comes a deep though no doubt feminine voice.

 

\>You turn and look up seeing a Spotted-Hyena dressed as a pirate.

 

\>Rebecca Fisher

 

\>She’s broader than you remember.

 

\>A little bit of a gut. But you’d never call her fat.

 

\>She’s still very tall.

 

\>Still taller than Dwayne.

 

\>Easily over six-feet tall.

 

\>But then she was six-foot, ten years ago.

 

\>You look down to her bare feet.

 

\>Her bare _digitigrade_ feet.

 

\>Rebecca had what was typically called “Feral foot”

 

\>Unlike most anthros who had “human-like” plantigrade feet.

 

\>Rebecca had a leg shape more akin to her feral hyenas.

 

\>Feralitus, or Feralism, wasn’t uncommon across Anthros.

 

\>It affected maybe 1 in a 1000 or so anthros.

 

\>Anthros would have some feral qualities to them.

 

\>Feet, genitals, lack of developed vocal cords.

 

\>Feralism was a broad spectrum of disorders. With _Feral Foot_ being the most common.

 

\> “Look time no see little rabbit.”

 

\>Rebecca is right in front of you.

 

\>You feel so small.

 

\>She’s grinning, flashing her teeth and fangs.

 

\>She’s so much bigger than you.

 

\>You unintentionally start to shake.

 

\>Chris and Derek, you notice, have vacated the area.

 

\>With some herculean strength you find your voice.

 

\> “Um, aye, uh, long time eh?  Ten years. It uh, sure goes quickly.”

 

\>Too quickly.

 

\>If you’d never have seen her again it would’ve been too soon.

 

\>She reaches out nonchalantly and puts a hand on your shoulder.

 

\>Your body stiffens in fright.

 

\>Rebecca leans closer.

 

\> “I’ve really missed ya.” She says, large grin still in place.

 

\>You can’t find your voice.

 

\>You can’t find your strength.

 

\>Suddenly she frowns.

 

\>Almost snarling.

 

\> “Have ye’ missed us?”

 

\>Her face gets uncomfortably close.

 

\>Oh god, you’re going to pee yourself!

 

\> “Ye have, right?” she asks in a growl.

 

\>She squeezes your shoulder.

 

\>Help.

 

\>God.

 

\>Please.

 

\>Suddenly the pressure from your shoulder is gone.

 

\> The voice of your knight is heard.

 

\> “Fisher everyone misses thee lass.”

 

\>He says with amusement. A smile on his face.

 

\>He’s physically pried Becca’s hand off your shoulder and he’s still holding it.

 

\>His eyes don’t show any amusement.

 

\>He positions himself between you and Rebecca.

 

\>He’s staring her down.

 

\>She’s like half a foot taller than him.

 

\>And he’s staring her down.

 

\>His smile slips slightly.

 

\> “But don’t worry, their aim’s getting better. And mine’s excellent.”

 

\>The threat isn’t well hid.

 

\>Fisher stares him down.

 

\>You then notice she’s trying to tug her hand away.

 

\>But she can’t.

 

\>His grasp is like a vice around her hand.

 

\>Suddenly he lets go.

 

\> “Been a while Dwayne.” She growls.

 

\> “How’s thee?” she asks and rubs her hand.

 

\> “Doin’ good. Very good.” He hasn’t taken his eyes off her.

 

\> “You?” he asks.

 

\> “Aye, I’ve been doin’ fine.” She responds.

 

\>The tension between the two is palpable.

 

\>Suddenly she chuckles and stands to her full height.

 

\>Towering over you and Dwayne.

 

\>But Dwayne isn’t impressed.

 

\>Like her show of dominance is a bore to him.

 

\> “I was just getting to know an old friend again Dwayne, twas nothin’ else.”

 

\>Rebecca says with a toothy grin.

 

\> “I don’t recall you and her bein’ friends Becca.” He responds.

 

\>He sips the drink in his hand.

 

\>Rebecca doesn’t reply.

 

\>A fierce scowl on her face.

 

\>You’re scared for Dwayne.

 

\>Rebecca looks to her hand then back to Dwayne.

 

\>She grins.

 

\> “I was just gonna try and make amends was all mate.” She says.

 

\>Dwayne scoffs loudly.

 

\> “Yeah, right.  Looked like it from where I was standin’.” He replies.

 

\> “I was, honest. Why don’t you take a walk and let me talk to her?” Rebecca says as she steps closer.

 

\> “I’m sure the three of us will have just as fine a chat.” He replies immediately.

 

\> “Not really something for you to hear Dwayne.” She snarled in reply.

 

\> “How about you go off and find your actual friends Rebecca.” Dwayne responds, keeping his tone level.

 

\>You’re surprised by how he sounds.

 

\>Cold. Serious.

 

\>You guess that’s the army training.

 

\> “That is if you actually have any.” He adds with a smirk.

 

\>Rebecca says nothing as she storms off.

 

\>Dwayne and you watch her leave.

 

\>Storming through the crowd.

 

\>He turns to you with a smirk.

 

\> “Said I’d look after you.” He says smugly.

 

\>You finally release the breath you’d been holding.

 

\>Your nerves settle.

 

\>You smile up at your knight.

 

\> “Cheers Dwayne.” Your voice shakes.

 

\>He just laughs then pats you on the arm.

 

\>The reunion continues and you’re more relaxed.

 

\>More people are pulled into this growing group.

 

\>Old friends from school, some you’ve not seen in ten years.

 

\>Most have some cool costumes.

 

\>Vampires. Frankenstein. Zombies. Clowns. One guy was JFK with a friend holding a toy rifle behind him.

 

\>Your meeting with Fisher has mostly gone from your mind.

 

\>Main word being mostly.

 

\>You keep seeing her briefly, moving from one group to another.

 

\>She’s talking to her old friends.

 

\>At least those that came.

 

\>You have a bad feeling.

 

\>Maybe you’re just paranoid.

 

\>You don’t blame yourself for that.

 

\>You look to Dwayne.

 

\>He’s smiling and chatting amicably with his old friends.

 

\>You met them and knew they somewhat.

 

\>Ben a Badger dressed as a Robber.

 

\>Tim a Labrador dressed as a vampire.

 

\>David, a human dressed in a rather good Darth Vader costume.

 

\>And finally; “Big Stan”, a Corgi whose coloured his fur green.  You don’t get it.

 

\>Amongst your growing chatting group are some of your own gal pals from school too.

 

\>Then someone else you’d rather forget barges into the conversation.

 

\> “Well fuckin’ hell!  Dwayne Cooper!  Long time no fuckin’ see mate!” a boisterous male voice speaks out loudly.

 

\>He was _not_ Dwayne’s mate.

 
* * *

\>Be Dwayne Cooper again.

 

\>Sorry.

 

\>(I know you like being Allison)

 

\>But be Dwayne Cooper again anyway!

 

\>The voice you just heard was definitely not your mate.

 

\>The voice has changed.

 

\>A bit deeper from age.

 

\>More confidant.

 

\>You turn and look up.

 

\>There’s a Lion anthro.

 

\>Must stand around 6-foot-4.

 

\>Slight gut on him.

 

\>Defined musculature

 

\>He’s dressed as a Viking.

 

\>Bastard, that’s a good idea actually.

 

\> “Adam, long time no see.” You say plainly.

 

\>Well this meeting was foretold.

 

\>Allison met her bully.

 

\>Now you meet with your, attempted but horribly failed, bully.

 

\> “How’ve ya been?” he asks and takes your free hand by force.

 

\>He’s shaking and squeezing your hand.

 

\>At least trying to.

 

\>You shake back and give a _little_ squeeze back.

 

\>His large grin becomes strained.

 

\>You finally crack a smug grin.

 

\>Adam takes back his hand when you release it.

 

\> “I’ve been well. What about you?” you ask politely.

 

\>Might as well have some fun right?

 

\> “Oh you know,” he begins and stands straighter.

 

\>He’s about to say something big headed.

 

\> “Running and maintaining a successful business, all by myself.” He says trying to sound nonchalant.

 

\>Very big headed of him.

 

\>From what you were told he just sells used cars.

 

\>Such a tycoon.

 

\> “I bet that’s fun.” You brush off his words.

 

\> “And ah, what about you Dwayne?” he asks, flashing you a sly grin.

 

\> “I’m a sergeant in the army.”  You respond.

 

\> “Oh, I see, you been killing any innocent Afghanis freedom fighters?” he says as simple as asking the weather.

 

\>He has a large smug smile on his face, a cheeky look in his eye.

 

\>Everyone around you has differing reactions.

 

\>Allison looks at Adam with shock and disgust.

 

\>Everyone else winces or look aghast.

 

\>You want to feed him his own balls.

 

\>Cut off his smug head.

 

\>Maul it a bit.

 

\>Give it to a hungry dog.

 

\>Send his severed head back to his mother.

 

\>See if she recognises it.

 

\>Calm down Dwayne.

 

\>Not here.

 

\> “Only the ones that shoot at me.” You cooly reply even adding a little grin.

 

\> “But hey,” you add before he starts to speak again.

 

\> “Not everyone can sell used cars, some people like to actually feel proud of their work.”

 

\>Adam scoffs and laughs.

 

\> “What’s there to be proud of, everyone knows they’ve got nothing over there, no nukes no shit. Being there, getting our people killed is pointless.”

 

\>You shake your head slowly.

 

\> “And that’s what you’ll never understand Adam.” You inhale then exhale slowly. 

 

\>Take a sip of your drink.

 

\> “All you see and get from the news is we’re fighting people in their land, looking for weapons they may or may not have.”  You begin with a shrug.

 

\> “I’ll leave that bit for the politicians.” You joke and look around before focussing on the lion again.

 

\> “What me and my boys and girls are doing over there Adam, are defending people’s rights.”

 

\>He opens his mouth to argue.

 

\> “Women over there have no rights Adam, they just _don’t_. They live to get married and breed.  That’s all they are just breeders, they’ve got no rights, they’ve got no lives. Why do you think so many come here?”

 

\>Your words are getting the attention from those around you.

 

\>Good.

 

\>You continue.

 

\>”And it’s not just the women, it’s the men too.  Poor men have few rights, few claims that are his own. The bottom-line Adam is that we put our boots on their ground, we shed our blood on their streets, to try and give hope for a better, fairer future.”

 

\>You look your drink over absentmindedly.

 

\> “So until I see you put your boots down on their ground, shed your blood there Adam.”

 

\>You look him in the eye.

 

\> “Your opinion is _pointless_.” You conclude.

 

\>Mic drop!

 

\>Thank you.

 

\>You’ll be here all week.

 

\>You stare at him.

 

\>HARD!

 

\>The staring contest doesn’t last long.

 

\>He breaks eye contact, muffles words you’re not repeating under his breath, then walks off.

 

\>You allow yourself a self-satisfied smirk.

 

\> “On a lighter note!” Dennis’ voice cuts the silence to shreds.

 

\>He points to someone to your left and you all turn your head.

 

\>And there he is.

 

\>All six-foot-freaking-bajillion-or whatever of crow.

 

\> “MATT KNOB!”  You, Dennis and a few old friends cry with joy.

 

\>He’s dressed as The Scarecrow from Wizard of Oz.

 

\>He hears your cries of joy, looks to you and waves.

 

\>The whole group of men rush to him with joy.

 

\> “MAAAATT KNOOOOB! MAAAAAAAAATT KNOOOB!  MAAAAATT KNNNOOOOB!”

 

\>You all sing in triumph.

 

\>The tall lanky crow laughs and smiles as those with a beak can.

 

\>His girlfriend, Sofia Dunn, rolls her eyes, shakes her head.

 

\>She’s friends with Rebecca Fisher’s friends so fuck her.

 

\>Matt Knob certainly did.

 

\>NICE!

 

\> “Matt Knob!  We’ve missed you!” Dennis says with joy.

 

\> “Truly the lads are once more reunited!”  You add.

 

\> “Tis a glorious day!” Ben adds.

 

\>Matt Knob looks at you in that totally-not-stoner happy way he does.

 

\> “I’ve missed you lads too.” He nods as he speaks.

 

\> “Babe, I’m off to find my girls.” Sofia announces then immediately walks off.

 

\>He wishes her well and watches her leave.

 

\> “Why the fuck are you with her?” you can’t help but ask.

 

\>Matt Knob, in his usual Matt Knob way just smiles at you.

 

\> “She’s a nice lass when you get to know ‘er.” He replies.

 

\>You really don’t want to though.

 

\> “’Ere as long as you’re happy mate.” Ben replies.

 

\>You and your old friends start talking, catching up and discussing your lives.

 

\>There’s a warm feeling that settles in your heart.

 

\>The boys are back together.

 

\>You’ve missed this.

 

\>You guys had been through hell and high water together.

 

\>Good times and bad.

 

\>Sun and snow and rain, and more rain, and bit more sun, and a lot more rain.

 

\>Matt Knob, the legend that is he, sells houses and he does a good job of it too.

 

\>Even when house prices are flouncing around like a Teletubby.

 

\>He makes a decent wage, so he and Sofia together share an apartment.

 

\>She works retail.

 

\>You feel sorry for her, almost.

 

\>Matt Knob, in all of his vast wisdom, has been contemplating marrying her.

 

\>This comes with silence.

 

\>You all look to one another.

 

\>Human and anthros faces all sharing the same expression.

 

\>NO!

 

\>NO FOR GOD SHAKES NO!

 

\>NO!

 

\>N-you get the idea.

 

\> “Whatever floats your boat Matt Knob.” Big Stan the Hulk adds quickly.

 

\> “Thanks guys.” Matt Knob, glory be his name, says with a genuine smile.

 

\>You’ve found during your conversation you’ve made way to the drink and food tables.

 

\>You’re all having more punch.

 

\>The rum and vodka spiked bowls making you grimace with the taste.

 

\>The other lads are getting too tipsy to notice.

 

\>You’re still stone cold sober.

 

\>You pull your attention away from the current chat and look around for Allison.

 

\>You can’t see her.

 

\>She was just beside you.

 

\>Wasn’t she?

 

\>Shit.

 

\>As David Vader here would say, “I sense shit’s fucked up somewhere”.

 

\>You turn back to the lads and excuse yourself, you have a bunny to find.

 

\>Matt Knob, the lord of all he surveys, points to over your shoulder.

 

\> “Sorry Dwayne, I could’a swore I saw her goin’ that way with some old friends.” He says.

 

\>You look to where he’s pointing, to the far end of the hall, where the side doors are open.

 

\>Allison wouldn’t do that without giving you a heads up at least.

 

\>You feel a sense of panic well up in your gut.

 

\>You down your shit drink and rush to the doors.

 

\>You need to save your bunny.

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