Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski (sarcasticfriend) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-04-04 09:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, phasma, stiles stilinski |
Who: Stiles and Phasma
Where: Outside
When: April 4th
What: Taking frustrations out on killer bunnies
Status: Closed/On-going
Warnings: Bunny bashing
The conversation he had with Scott the other day was still bothering him and he needed to find a way to get out his frustrations. Seeing someone mention the noncute bunnies outside seemed like a good idea. Why not go bash some evil bunnies? Normally when the hotel threw something crazy at them, he'd stay inside. Today, he was feeling a little different. After getting dressed and eating some actual food, he had started to roam around the hotel, trying to find a weapon. He wasn't going to go out there unarmed. He wasn't that dumb. It took him a while, but he did end up finding a mop. He removed the head and headed out with his newfound weapon. Bunnies beware! At first, there was just a bunny here and a bunny there. It was easy to smack them around whenever they tried to attack. It felt kind of satisfying to smack them around like that. When more of them came, though, that's when things started to go south. There were too many bunnies. Too many biting bunnies. He tried to smack them away, but more just came. He did the only thing he could do. Run. He could have just run back inside, but the wave of bunnies blocked his way to it. So, he ran towards the trail. If he could get to the boat deck, he could climb up it and hopefully be safe from the mass of bunnies trying to eat him. He ran as fast as he could and he had been doing fine until he tripped and fell. He tried to get up, but it was too late. The bunnies pounced. There were so many of them. And they all had very sharp teeth that hurt like hell. He yelled out in pain and tried to get them away, but it was no use. There were far too many of them. He knew one day he'd die in some crazy way. But he never imagined it would be death by bunnies. |