Giant Pink Marshmallow

When life gets complicated, the only real cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Vegas. To relax… in the roasting desert sun… just rolling back the roof and… Whoops wrong plot line.

So where was I? Oh yes…

Arumat had awoken (even though he hardly sleeps but lets just pretends he sleeps like a normal person for the sake of things) feeling refreshed (okay, not really) and that something was inconsistent from the norm. He felt a little warmer then he usual did upon waking, as he slept with only his pants on the room should have been nice and cool. To make things even more incongruous he felt a certain… fuzziness to him that was hard to explain.

Attempting to climb out of bed he was met with what this strange warm fuzzy feeling was. Looking down at himself he noticed he had grown pink fur. The Eldarian pulled at the fuzzy, warm fur like fabric that seemed to be stuck onto him.

Yes, folks, Arumat had become a bunny. Or more correctly, someone had, in the middle of night when he was asleep, placed this atrocity of an outfit onto him. He knew exactly who it was and made a grab for his scythe, but found it wasn't there and begin to curse loudly.

Crowe and Bacchus laughed from the room acrossed the hall at this, and they knew soon enough the man would come charging in there ever so furious and looking to kill.

A bunny, with the extremely cute lion face (or colon three if you prefer the term) was hard-pressed to be anything but extremely adorable (or extremely creepy if you are afraid of gigantic pink marshmallows). Arumat bounced into the room, just as they expected he would and began to spew out such words that they would have, in other games, came out as a lot of symbols, like the percent and ampersand.

"Oh, a bunny how cute." Crowe said as he went to pet the bunny on the head trying his best to not laugh and look totally innocent as he spoke.

Arumat replied with a lot of not nice words that I am sure you can all imagine and demanded to know where his wicked looking tool of death and destruction went.

"Say bunny, you wouldn't happen to know where my honey bunches of oats Arumat is, would you?" Crowe responded as if the bunny hadn't said a word.

Arumat responded with the best two words in the English language.

"What's that bunny? I didn't quite hear you?" Crowe said ignoring the man's heated glare that threatened to burn him like the very fires of hell.

Arumat would have kicked the man if he wasn't so…. useless in this outfit of overly large feet, a fluffy tail that was useful for when riding on and long pink and green ears.

"What do bunnies say?" Crowe said as he patted down on the bunnies head.

Arumat, knowing that he could have stood there and cussed, shouted, and yelled until he died decided to stand there and pout (yes, pout. Which made him even more deathly cute). He would have crossed his arms over his chest but his arms now consisted of small nubs which he could only wave around about as useless as anything else he could do at the moment.

"Oh, is Mr. Bunny hungry? Is that why he isn't talking?" Crowe replied cracking a smile. It wouldn't take long for him to bust out laughing and completely ruin everything.

Arumat wasn't stubborn, he was just fiercely determined to beat the crap out of Crowe the moment he was able to and thus said nothing, turning his head away from the man.

"Whose your snuggle bunny!" Crowe asked as he continued to pet the bunny on the head. He could see the man fuming and fire just might consume him any moment if he wasn't careful.

"Alright, I'll let you out of there, but only if you make the bunny sound." Crowe said in all seriousness.

Arumat again told Crowe what he thought about this, summing it up in the same two words as before.

"Well, I'll just have to ride you around the ship then." Crowe said getting a piece of rope that he would use as reigns.

"M-Mooonnnfoooon." Arumat said flushing several shades of red. The one thing he would never stand for was being ridden around like a fool, bunny suit or not.

After escaping from the hellish prison of the bunny suit Arumat harshly demanded to have his weapon returned.

"It's stored safely here… in Bacchus's chest." Crowe indicated and opened the robotic man's chest plate.

Arumat did not hesitate at all, though perhaps he should have, to dive in and retrieve his weapon. However, the two weren't about to let him back out, as they very much wanted to keep their lives intact.

The Eldarian furiously pounded, beat and sliced up the inside of Bacchus in passionate fury, pretty much destroying every item they had in there currently as well. It was a good thing the room was indestructible or Bacchus would be in some serious trouble.

Thus another not so peaceful space day had ended, just has it began, someone screaming out in the deep of space.

A/N: This will be the last silly one for a while. The next couple chapters are a bit darker and more serious, but I promise to write a few more silly ones before this fic is over.