Hospitality
By GirlX2
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He was running on all fours. Of course, that was perfectly normal; he was a rabbit, after all. Even as a humanoid Pooka, there were certain things you couldn't avoid,
The fact that he couldn't run on two legs right now was a bit more troubling.
He was at home in the Warren. Everything was smashed; the great stone eggs, the chocolates and hardboiled treats he'd spent weeks on, all ruined. He raced past the devastation, barely even aware of it..
The dog nipped at his heels, and he managed to spring a little further in his next bound.
He risked a glance back, and his heart, already in overdrive, beat even faster. It was no normal dog; it was on of Pitch's black-sand nightmares. It was the size of a Dingo; a relative giant.
He scurried towards the glittering river which he couldn't hope to swim in this state. It might as well have been the Murray river.
"Run, little rabbit." Pitch's voice was cool. The shadow trailed at his feet.
"Get out of my warren!" Bunnymund snarled, knowing there was nothing the least bit intimidating about him anymore. He was a foot tall, for the Queen's sake.
"You really think a half dozen children were enough to bring you back? You failed the world." Pitch's shadow followed on his heels . "It was only a matter of time. And now, time is up."
He let out an undignified yelp as something grabbed him by the neck. For a moment, he was sure it was the nightmare dingo, fangs sinking into his neck.
When he saw Pitch's face he wished it was only the dog.
"You don't scare me!" He put up his tiny fists. "Try me in a fair fight."
Pitch laughed." This is a fair fight! You failed, you suffered the consequences, and I came to enjoy the spoils."
To Bunnymunds horror, Pitch began sketching something in the air with black sand. A small rabbit hutch.
"Pitch, you can't—"
"Can't what? Can't lock you away like you Guardians locked me away?" Pitch shook him viciously. "Consider this a down payment on all the misery you'll go through for the next three hundred years or so. Alone, forgotten, and invisible."
Bunnymund thrashed, trying to bite or scratch his captor. "The others will come for me!"
"I'm counting on it." Pitch hissed, shoving him into the hutch. "How much of you will be left to save?"
Bunnymund fought the instinct to cower in the corner of the hutch. What the bloody hell was wrong with him? He was a Guardian, not some sniveling pet rabbit fresh off the mill.
"You can't kill me." He wished his voice hadn't quavered on the last syllable.
"Kill you? No, perhaps not." Pitch smiled, deformed teeth glinting. "But just how long do you think it'll be before you wish I could?"
As the world around him went dark, Bunnymund gave in to instinct and curled up in the far corner of the hutch, trembling.
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A/N I don't know if this is a nightmare Bunnymund is having, or the prolog to a longer fic. I'll just have to see if my muse gives me more inspiration…