Don't ask. This came out of absolutly nowhere.

It was over. I was going to die.

I would die alone. In the worst way possible. No one wanted to die this way.

I was being tortured, suffocated, and laughed at by a writer's dream come true and a characters nightmare.

Plot bunnies.

They were fluffy and adorable. They were all different colors, and each was spouting out a possible plotline.

Some of these 'possible plotlines' made me want to hurl. They yammered about me and Fang getting together as humans which was one of the biggest clichés out there, even if some were good. They jabbered about the Flock going to school, another cliché.

They droned about gangs and siblings and memory loss and I was ready to slaughter them.

The Plot Bunnies are relentless. Unless you banish them forever they will stick by you, annoying you with their incessant whispers.

They had me pinned. A few hopped on me, still mumbling.

"SHUT UP!" I screamed. They all paused for a grand total of 5 seconds, of which time period I felt proud of myself. Then they started back up, making me moan with frustration.

The Plot Bunnies were going to kill me.

That's honestly not the way I wanted to die. I would like to die an honorable death, saving millions of lives as I left.

But no. I was going to be murdered by fluffy, multi-colored bunnies. Perfect. Just flipping perfect.

My Flock was no where in sight, thank you. Otherwise they could've saved me.

Wait. How was I restrained? These things couldn't have weighed for than 2 pounds apiece. I was stronger than that! I tried vainly to break free, yet I still was stuck. Was the ground sticky or something?

Where was I, you ask? Not where I wanted to be, I answer. Absolutely the opposite. The floor was made of candy canes, and the walls of gingerbread. I was in a fairytale somewhere, which made me want to hurl yet again.

I tried to tune out the dumb bunnies like I do with Nudge, but no. These bunnies were magical, keeping me there, making me listen to their stupid ideas. I tried to lift my head. There was a Plot Bunny on my hair, but it gave way easy enough.

There it was. Never in my life as a mutant freak had I seen something like this.

It was a bunny. But I've seen bunnies a million time. Geez, you thought I'd never seen a rabbit.

Anyway…..

This bunny was what held me captive. It was 2 feet long, bright pink, and obviously overdosed on carrots. Seriously, it probably weighed, well I don't know how much, but a LOT!

The Big Bunny didn't move. Instead, it too began to speak. "You should create a tale about the Plot Bunnies."

Okay….that was surprisingly original. So a Plot Bunny story it was.

Big Bunny let me go and I ran out of the gingerbread house to see my Flock sleeping outside of it. Fast asleep.

"Wake up!" I cried. "I must write about the Bunnies of the land of Plot! The spotlight shall shine upon them tonight!" Where did that come from?

I spread my beautiful white-brown wings (what?) and took off gracefully, my Flock lumbering behind me (again, WHAT?). My mind was creating sentences I would never normally come up with. I didn't even KNOW some of these words!

We reached a library by noontime (noontime?) and I bounded onto a computer (wouldn't that kill it?) chair. Then I began writing a beautiful story about the Bunnies from the land of Plot. It was a magical story of unicorns and sparkles and bunnies. Why did I write that? I made Fang post it for me so I wouldn't be bothered by the Plot Bunnies whispers again.

And it worked! Though sometimes I still hear them whisper in my dreams…

But in those same dreams they all die, so it's okay.

That was exceedingly random...

Flying out.