Who: Jack and Bunny
Where: Bunny's house
When: Morning
Jack had been feeling unbelievably strange for days now, a sinking feeling of uneasiness he couldn't quite place but that wouldn't leave him alone. It turned his stomach and made it hard to concentrate on anything, and the worst part was, it got stronger with each day. He wasn't quite able to pinpoint when exactly he had realized this was one of those
feelings he got, but the point was that today, right now, as he was lying in bed shortly after waking up, it was stronger than ever. Jack had no idea how this worked or even what this was, but he knew that he had felt like this before and what had happened next had been a humongous tragedy he felt guilty about.
The more clarity he gained, the strongly Jack felt that whatever horrible tragedy was about to happen would happen to him. That wasn't too bad, he was used to unbelievable amounts of shit happening to him, it was a matter of taking it in stride and hope for a quick death. The kicker was that once he let that bit go he knew, just knew, that it was going to happen to Bunny too. And that he couldn't just let go.
Jack jumped off the bed as fast as he could, running up the stairs into the main floor. Then he ran all the way up to Bunny's room, and there he pounded on the door urgently. "Bunny! Bunny open up! I gotta talk to you!"