Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32999772-20170908193012/@comment-28439145-20170913041705

There was a faint whooshing sound as a small, gray lynx fell to the floor. "Ow..." muttered Esther as she sat up, rubbing the back of her head. It was dark and smelled like old socks, and Esther wasn't sure where she was at all. Then she remembered. She had run away from home, and had been captured and put here. She wondered if anyone else was outside, or in her prison cell with her. "Hello??" she hollered. The word echoed through the room, louder than Esther felt comfortable with. A large, fat, phantom with round tentacles and spikes came to Esther's cell door and banged on a bar, a scowl on his face. "Be quiet," he said. "You'll wake up the other prisoners." Esther wasn't disturbed by this statement until she saw the pods.

Pods were everywhere, all dripping some horrible, whitish-green liquid that stained the floor, making little sizzling sounds. They were causing the smell, and Esther was not prepared to find out why. And then there was their contents.

Dear God, their contents.

Each pod had a small shape floating inside of it, levitating in the kind of liquid dripping from the pod. All the shapes, it turned out, were rabbits. They all seemed to either be asleep, or something else. Something way worse. Esther realized that this was the first point in her life where she was in serious danger of dying. She wondered how she had taken herself for granted all this time. "What are you going to do to me," I hissed, showing my teeth. How would I keep them clean and healthy? "Not sure yet," snarled the guard. How could he talk? He didn't have a mouth.

I sat down grudgingly and fell asleep.