Sorry that this is a bit "fillerish"

Bonnie glanced in the direction of the three Bears, who were talking in suspiciously low voices. Whatever they were discussing, obviously the rest of them weren't privy to it.

Sighing, he looked over towards his brother, who was simply lying on the grass and staring at the canopy above. Both Foxes and Chickens were gone, and the Humans were working on the "floor" that the Bears had set them to do. That left Bonnie and Spring to keep an eye on Cator.

Why they left the Lacatrans to do it, Bonnie had no idea whatsoever. He glanced back towards the blue Rabbit, who had been muttering to himself in an unintelligible language for the last ten minutes or so. He was clearly completely out of it, so it wasn't like they needed to worry about him walking off-

I stand corrected.

He simply watched as the younger Rabbit suddenly leapt to his feet, stumbling slightly as he did so, and walked right past Bonnie's brother. Spring lifted his head, watching Cator with a raised brow before looking to Bonnie. Bonnie just shrugged before turning to follow the Rabbit, sighing in annoyance.

"Come back here, Cator," he called, but the Rabbit gave no sign of hearing him; instead, he walked onwards, away from the campsite. Bonnie grew uneasy as he realized where the Rabbit was heading. "Seriously," he muttered darkly, hurrying after the teen.

However, as they reached the small clearing where the vine was strung up, the Rabbit walked right past the vine and to the other side of the clearing. Bonnie paused, watching as he picked... something up. It was a vine strung up between two separate branches, which were tied together with another vine. He frowned, watching as the teen turned around and headed towards the strung-up vine.

"What are you doing," he deadpanned, but as expected he got no response. Instead, the Rabbit began carefully... carving the wood, removing sharp edges and knots. Bonnie didn't like how close to the Rabbit's fingers that vine got, so he walked over to the Rabbit and pulled him away. "Stop."

Blinking, Cator looked up at him. His eyes looked rather distant and somewhat glazed. It was concerning on its own, but paired with everything else Bonnie now knew it spelled disaster. "Oh," the Rabbit muttered, tilting his head at Bonnie. "Your eyes are red."

"Er..." Bonnie glanced towards the edge of the clearing, where the golden Rabbit had stopped and crossed his arms, just watching them. "Yeah?"

"Red's a nice colour." Cator turned back towards the vine, trying half-heartedly to pull away from Bonnie's grip and continue doing... whatever it was he was doing. "No one on Lapinia has red eyes. Only blue or green... or brown... or silver... never red or yellow..."

The Rabbit was rambling, he realized. He didn't loosen his grip. "Drop the thing and just get back to the campsite, Cator," he commanded, somewhat irritated. "You're gonna hurt yourself again out here."

"I need to... to finish this," Cator protested. "It'll make Red's job easier..."

"Finish it later, get back to camp, now," he hissed, feeling so done with the Rabbit right then. Cator suddenly stilled, his ears flattening and gaze dropping.

"Camp? We're not on Lapinia," the Rabbit muttered, clearly to himself, as he began turning the... thing over in his hands, his eyes firmly on it. "There are no camps here... can't make me go..."

"For the love of-" he paused and looked over towards his brother, gesturing the golden Rabbit over. Spring rolled his eyes before approaching them. "Help me get this idiot back to the campsite. And don't touch those vines, that's what tore his hands up in the first place," he added in a mutter, glancing back down at Cator.

"How'd a vine tear up his hands?" Spring questioned, grabbing the "tool" or whatever out of the blue Rabbit's hands. Cator made a displeased sound, but he didn't try to stop the golden Rabbit. "It's a vine."

"This planet's weird," was the only thing Bonnie could say, pushing Cator back towards the treeline to head back to the camp. "The river runs freezing on a hundred-degree day, wind can collapse trees, there's apparently a gigantic underground cavern, and who know what the hell else there is about this planet, a vine that can double as a weapon shouldn't be that much of a surprise." Spring just shrugged and followed after Bonnie and Cator, looking at the crudely-carved tool.

"Was he trying to make a saw?" he asked, lightly tugging on the vine. He winced and quickly drew his hand back. "Okay, that hurt."

"I said don't touch it," Bonnie admonished, eying his brother's finger. He could just barely see the blood beed through his fur. "Believe me now?"

"Well, now I think it's definitely a saw," Spring muttered, popping his finger in his mouth.

"Of course it's a saw," Cator mumbled distantly, staring around at the trees they passed. "It's ridiculous to think a decent shelter big enough for everyone can be built out of the branches that've fallen... saw lets us control, uh, the uh... lengths and size... uh... what were we talking about again?"

Bonnie and Spring glanced at each other. Totally out of it.

"Everyone knows what a saw does, Cator," Bonnie told him, directing him into the campsite. Freddy caught sight of them and raised a brow. Next to him, Fredric frowned over at them. Goldie seemed to have little concern; he was helping the Humans with the "floor" of the yet-to-be-built shelter. "I'm sure we know better than you do, anyway."

"Probably," the Rabbit conceded, blinking as Fredric walked over to them.

Fredric caught sight of the makeshift saw in Spring's hand and raised a brow at Cator. "You were over with those death vines again?" he questioned, clearly displeased by that. Bonnie frowned, wondering how exactly Fredric knew about those.

Then he remembered that the Bear had been the one to retrieve him that first day.

"It's almost finished," Cator muttered, his gaze slipping off to the side. "It's gonna rain tonight, yeah?"

"Er..." They all shared a look. "We don't know that," Fredric answered, taking the Rabbit's arm and leading him over to a tree to sit him down again. "Just... stay here."

"The air is wet," the Rabbit muttered, just barely loud enough for them to hear. "That means rain..."

"Perhaps," Fredric allowed, straightening up. "We'll see," he added as he turned around.

"Red," Cator started suddenly, watching Fredric head back towards Freddy. The Bear paused and looked back at the Rabbit. Bonnie couldn't see his expression, but he did catch the slight head tilt, inviting Cator to continue speaking. "The porcelain guy... said... something about not... don't go to the caves... and avoid the shadows when the moons are red..."

Bonnie shared a look with Spring, but neither really had anything they could say. His words made no sense to them.

"Right," Fredric agreed slowly, obviously just as confused as they were. "I'll... keep that in mind." Then he headed back over to Freddy to continue their conversation.

The blue Rabbit leaned back against the tree and closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. Bonnie exchanged a perturbed look with Spring; something really didn't seem right about this- at all.

Figuring that the Rabbit had fallen asleep, Spring flopped back down into the grass, observing the strange saw-thing in his hands. "When did he make this, anyway?" he questioned, turning the tool over in his hands. He was careful to avoid the vines pulled tautly between.

Sitting down next to him, Bonnie shrugged. "I dunno," he answered, plucking it out of his brother's hands to look at it. He ran his fingers over the wood, noting the Rabbit hadn't chipped the bark away from where the vines were tied off. "What concerns me is how," he added, tapping his finger against the bark where the vine was tied. "I don't see how he could have tied this except-"

"-with his hands," Spring finished and Bonnie nodded, frowning at the tool.

Actually, he noted, something looks strange here. He stared at the wood but nothing stuck out to him, so he just shook his head and set it on the ground. "Whatever," he sighed, "not our problem."

"Whatever you say, brother."

"Hey," a voice suddenly interrupted and they turned to look over at Goldie. "If you're done fetching a wandering Rabbit, one of you mind lending us a hand here?"

With a half-hearted shrug, Spring pushed himself up to his feet. "Yeah, sure," he agreed, purposefully kicking Bonnie's foot as he passed. Bonnie stuck his tongue but the golden Rabbit wasn't watching him, instead dropping down next to the Bear and Humans to continue weaving the "floor" together.

Sighing, Bonnie turned to look at Cator again.

"Oh for fuck's sake," he growled to himself, shoving himself to his feet. He's gone again!

"I am so over this," he complained, stalking over to the tree and glaring at the ground. The Rabbit's footprints were deeper than usual and uneven, telling Bonnie that he definitely wasn't steady. "Need to just tie him to the stupid tree," he added, following the footprints into the woods beyond.

He almost laughed as the footprints led straight into a tree but he wasn't happy in the least, so he just kept on going, ignoring the little things the drugged Rabbit had obviously stumbled into or over. There were strange, random pauses in the footprints, too, as though the Rabbit had paused to do something or other. He didn't stop to try and figure out what those might have been, though.

What did stop him was a sound.

Pausing, Bonnie looked around, ears twitching as he caught the sound of... an... instrument? He wasn't sure, but Bonnie could have sworn he'd just heard a Chaska. Deciding to investigate, the purple Rabbit headed in the direction that the tentative sound came from. As he got closer, he knew for sure he heard something. Not quite a Chaska but... similar. It clearly had strings, but it wasn't quite the right sound.

It wasn't bad, though, and that really got his attention.

He moved quietly and carefully towards the source, his ears twitching as he caught something else; a voice. It didn't take a genius to realize whose voice it was.

Satisfied that he had located the Rabbit, he headed forwards, but when he reached the clearing the Rabbit was in he paused. Cator sat in the middle of the clearing, a strangely rigged-up device in his hands that definitely resembled a Chaska.

Wait, when the hell did he make that?

Briefly, he thought about the strange stutters and pauses in the track. Maybe those tracks up to the tree wasn't a mistake after all...

He didn't dwell on it, however; he was sick and tired of this Rabbit wandering off on his own, so he stepped forwards and approached Cator, scowling. However, before he even reached the Rabbit, Cator suddenly burst into giddy laughter and dropped down on his back, staring at the sky above.

"Ah, danno se," the Rabbit muttered, closing his eyes. "Danno se tu rren kayo..."

He was speaking Lapinian, Bonnie realized. He had no idea whatsoever what the Rabbit was saying, however, and he had absolutely no interest in dwelling on it. He stopped next to the Rabbit, leaning over and looking down at him. The shadow cast across the other Rabbit's face must have clued Cator in that he wasn't alone as he opened his eyes, staring blankly up towards him.

"The hell are you doing out here?" Bonnie asked flatly, staring down at the younger Rabbit. Cator tilted his head slightly.

"You know," Cator suddenly started, "you'd look really nice if you smiled more. But that would make me a hypocrite, wouldn't it?" He let out a sudden giggle and closed his eyes again. "Can't tell someone else to smile when you can't smile yourself..."

"Rabbit, you're loopy," Bonnie deadpanned. "Get up."

"The sun is here."

"Yeah, it's daytime, I know. Get up."

"No... the sun is here, not there," he muttered, barely opening his left eye to look up at him. "It's nicer here..."

"Cator," he growled, "Get. Up."

The Rabbit paused and squinted at him, as if trying to figure out who or what he was, and then he sighed. "Fine," he grumbled, moving his makeshift-Chaska out of the way so he could push himself up. "One more person bossing me around, nothing new there..."

Bonnie crossed his arms impatiently, straightening up as he watched the Rabbit stumble to his feet. When he was on his feet again, Bonnie grabbed his arm and pulled him along back in the direction of the campsite. This time no one glanced at them as they returned; either they hadn't noticed or they figured it was Cator just being Cator.

To say the least, Bonnie was incredibly unhappy as he forced Cator back to his tree. "Stay there this time," he commanded, glaring at the Rabbit. Cator just rolled his eyes and settled back against the tree, fiddling with the Chaska again. Whatever he was on seemed to be wearing off; he was noticeably calmer.

Bonnie walked several feet away and dropped down, this time facing the flighty Rabbit. This time I'll make damn sure you keep your tail right there.

"Hey, bro, wake up."

Bonnie groaned and batted at his brother's hand, turning over and burying his face in the grass.

"Brother, seriously, wake the fuck up."

"No," he grumbled. "Too early..."

"It's mid-afternoon, Mr. Sentry."

Huh?

Blinking, Bonnie opened his eyes and peered blearily up at his brother. "Huh?"

Spring frowned at hm. "Bonnie," he started, "when did you fall asleep?"

Bonnie fell silent. Wait, I fell asleep? Oh hell-

"Why didn't you wake me earlier?!" he yelped, jerking up into a sitting position. I wasn't supposed to fall asleep!

"I didn't even know you were asleep!" Spring protested, holding his hands up defensively. "I was just asking so we could get a handle on when the Lapinian walked off again."

Bonnie groaned and fell back into the grass, covering his eyes. "Spring, I am so done chasing him around," he complained.

"Yeah, you've said that multiple times since this morning," Spring snorted. "The Bears are searching for him now. Either he got snatched or he figured out finally how to cover his tracks because we have no clue where he went."

"Dammit," he groaned, pushing himself up again. "This is seriously the last time I go out to drag him back here, got it?"

"I have a feeling that isn't as true as either of us would like," Spring snorted, helping his brother up off of the ground. "Fredric's made it pretty damn clear if the Lapinian dies because of us, we're toast- whatever that means. I believe it's a threat, though. I think those two are friends."

"Or as close to friends as you can be after just two days," Bonnie grumbled, dusting his pants off. "For the record, I didn't even know I fell asleep."

"I figured," Spring sighed, glancing up towards the sky. "Good luck," he added almost sarcastically as he headed out into the woods again.

Bonnie growled to himself and stalked in a random direction. I dunno, he thought, the drug or whatever it was was wearing off last I remember. I thought it was, anyway...

Choosing not to dwell on it, he made his way towards the river. He figured if the Rabbit got lost that would be the place he'd wander to- water was, generally speaking, safe, and he could easily just follow it until he was somewhere he recognized.

If he was even capable of recognizing forest landmarks, anyway.

When Bonnie reached the river, however, he found that the Rabbit was already there.

Frowning, he glanced down at the ground. There were no tracks... so how did he get there? He glanced briefly at the branches above but he quickly dismissed the thought; there was no way a Rabbit from Lapinia could or would do that...

Whatever, he decided as he began approaching the Rabbit, but then the Rabbit did something... weird, to say the least.

He pulled his shirt off.

Bonnie paused, furrowing his brow at the action. Cator didn't seem aware of his presence as he fiddled with the shirt in his hand, coming to a stop at a very noticeable stain on it. He heard the Rabbit heave a sigh and carefully fold the shirt over, then he...

Lowered it into the water.

Bonnie watched him scrub at the stain with his hands, knowing already that it wouldn't work. Stains like that never came out, no matter how hard you scrubbed, and he wasn't even doing it properly.

Better than nothing, Bonnie supposed, raising a brow at the Rabbit. The fur that had previously been hidden by his shirt was just as blue as the rest of him (though Bonnie couldn't tell from that distance, he thought there might be small splotches of paler blue near the small of his back) and not very well groomed. Of course, Bonnie couldn't say anything on that latter part; all of them had been stuck on that planet for a couple nights, it wasn't like they could-

Something wasn't right.

He frowned, watching the smaller Rabbit as he tried to scrub the stain out. Something didn't look right about his back to Bonnie. In fact, something looked downright wrong.

Slowly, he approached the Rabbit, his bare feet padding softly against the dirt and the grass. The Rabbit's ears twitched and he knew that Cator knew that he was there; undoubtedly the Rabbit had heard his less-quiet approach. However, Cator didn't so much as glance at him or question his presence.

Bonnie stopped right behind the younger Rabbit, frowning as he stared down at his back. The fur looked... ruffled in ways that it shouldn't have been, growing thick and almost rough around his shoulder blades and the base of his neck. Narrowing his eyes, Bonnie knelt down to get a closer look, staring intently at the fur.

The fur was in disarray, as though something was impeding it. It looked... suspicious, to say the least.

That fur is hiding something.

"What are you doing, Lacatran?" Cator questioned boredly, not even looking towards him as he focused on the shirt in the water.

"Stay still," Bonnie commanded, reaching forward to brush the fur back and look at whatever it was his fur what hiding. As soon as his hand made contact, however, the Rabbit jerked away with a startled, if not frightened, yelp.

Unfortunately for Cator, the direction he jerked was forwards, sending him careening right into the shallow water.

Bonnie stared somewhat in shock as the Rabbit quickly pushed himself onto his knees, coughing up the water he had swallowed.

"What the hell?" Cator almost shrieked, looking up at him from his place in the water. His eyes were wide but his jaw was set, tense. He looked a strange mixture of angry, embarrassed, and scared. "Y-you don't just touch someone like that!"

"Sorry," Bonnie instinctively responded, frowning as the Rabbit pushed himself to his feet, the water dripping from his fur and pants. It occurred to Bonnie that the water was nearly freezing temperatures on a hot day- there was no way standing there soaking wet was good for the health.

Cator was no idiot, of course (despite what Bonnie and Spring would like to think), and had already deduced that; he pulled himself back up onto the shore. He wasn't holding his shirt anymore; when he had fallen in, his grip had loosened and the lazy current had taken it.

"What were you even doing?" Cator repeated, this time sounding much more upset about Bonnie's trespass.

"Your fur," he answered vaguely. Cator raised a brow at him, clearly indicating that that answer wasn't good enough. "On your back. It doesn't look right."

Blinking, the blue Rabbit stared at him for several silent seconds, his expression morphing into disbelief and a cold anger. "You have no business in that," he muttered, swiftly turning away to seek out the shirt in the water. The current wouldn't have taken it far, after all.

However, as he turned around, Bonnie glanced towards the soaked fur. It was clinging together, showing random patches of the pinkish-tan skin beneath its blue. More importantly, though, it bared to the Lacatran the jagged scars of a knife.

The worst scars were on the Rabbit's shoulder blades, but a glance over showed Bonnie that there were scars all over the teen's back. Each scar that he could see was purposeful and not made with a skilled hand; clearly whoever had done it wasn't really used to handling a knife.

Cator began hurrying down the bank, apparently having spotted his shirt. Bonnie didn't follow. He stared at the spot the younger had been standing, thinking about everything he knew about the other Rabbit. About how he hated Lapinia, how he hated his parents... and now, he couldn't help but wonder...

What did they do to him?