Geez... I hated everything I ever saw after I blacked out.

So, I woke up in a black room, but at least this time I can see. I don't remember much, but I do remember that everything was after me. What the hell? What did I do? The worst part, it was all inanimate objects! I thought at that time someone was trying to strip me of my every God-damned nerve. I was in there to just destroy someone. I don't care if I sound pissed off. I'm dying right now, I don't care.

So what came after me? A better question is what didn't? Let's run down the freaking list, shall we? Dolls, mannequins, statues, fake heads, and that's only what decided to just chase me. My god, I just wanted to destroy them all. And they were everywhere. Gun's out of bullets, and they even stole the jacket that I had. Now I can't go outside. Also, I was not in any mood to be chased like that. I had nothing in my stomach, aside from the crap that the jails decided to serve. By the way, it tastes like crap. Now I just jumbled up everything in my head. See how much I just HATE this place?

So where was I? What a good question, I wish I had the answer. All I remember was going upstairs, exiting a weird looking door, being inside a child's drawing book. Really? A drawing book. I'm really done with... everything! I better not be in a freaking amusement park for little kids... I hate children. I can't stand them. They are annoying. They won't shut up. They take all the resources of a parent, and use it for themselves. It's legal robbery! And I get arrested for trying to do the same thing, claiming that I "threatened to kill a cashier." I was only gonna batter him up enough for him to give me money.

I guess I am a little pissed off after all that garbage I just put up with. Anyways, after wandering around in Disneyland, I finally found the exit. It was blocked by a table with a flower in a vase on top. I just did what any normal rational person would done. I pushed the table over, and watched everything break. I walked over all of that mess and found another set of stairs. Bingo, an exit is here.

Something confused me about that dumb staircase. There are scribbled meteors, or something going around the staircase, and boy, were they messing with the wrong guy. I ran right through, toughing out all the meteors. I was invincible. Nothing in this stupid museum can touch me anymore. After being surprised with these... whatever these things are, nothing has touched me anymore. All these gases? I can hold my breath. Painted jugglers trying to hurt me? I have fast enough reflexes. Vines made of stone that are in the way? You have never seen me jump. Nothing could hurt me. Also, I felt like I was getting closer and closer to that woman. She better be in the same situation as I am as, except I know she isn't doing as well as I am.

However, it's somewhere around the whole stone vine thing where I started to feel a bit fatigued. I was pushing myself to get out, so being tired was a little expected. I remember walking into a room, with nothing but blue dolls with red eyes, with dark pupils. That's probably what I ran into at the beginning of this mess... except a bigger one. Whatever.

There was one thing I saw in this room that made me scream though. And no, it wasn't something scary. It was actually something that really hits you right there. The feels, man. Never used that term in such a long time.

I saw a rabbit, looking at a painting of itself. God, it was beautiful. I always seemed to have such a soft spot for rabbits. I called to the rabbit. "Come here, come here." Almost like instinct, the rabbit just hopped towards me. This rabbit is great. I love her... and that was my thought before picking him up. Whoops.

Anyways, I looked at the painting and looked at the rabbit. Identical. And of course, being a money-hungry thief, I thought that this was some painter dude's inspiration, and why steal the painting when you can steal its basis? Something like that. I know someone's gonna pay me big. Then, I can buy my own rabbit, maybe with a house and a couple of cars, and man, I'll be living the good life.

Sad to say though, both of those wishes were going to die. Three reasons. One, this rabbit really grew onto me. Two, the painting changed drastically right in front of my eye, and looked exactly like that freaking blue face that scared the crap out of me. And three, I might as well be dead. I've been saying like... 5 things over and over. But, at least I got an excuse about talking about my death. If you were dying, but not dead, what would you be thinking? Trying to stay alive? And what if that was impossible? Ta-da, you can't help but to think you're already dead.

Anyways, like I said, the painting changed, and I just ran out of that room faster than anyone has ever ran. Yup. After I slammed the door, I was just backing up, backing up, backing up like a pick-up truck. I was against a wall, and surprisingly, the door stayed closed. Take that, fools. Then, I looked at the rabbit I was holding in my hands.

He didn't deserve it. I don't deserve it. I put the rabbit down, because he shouldn't be held by a guy like me. Call me what you will, this was, is, and always will be, the one thing I have a conscience for. And speaking of consciences, that part comes up... right about now.

I sat down for a bit, and he started hopping around. Hah, he's enjoying himself. But suddenly, someone activated freak-out mode. The rabbit had a lot in him, so he just jumped over the stone vines. Of course, I was impelled to chase.

I jumped over the vines, and scratched my leg in doing so. Gosh darn, chasing him is only gonna get harder. But I shall persevere! I like this bunny. I ran a couple more feet, and I fell over. More pain just... started appearing. Was it that bunny? Nah, it wasn't that. I remember turning around, looking at a little girl smiling at the black flower in her little paws, right next to the vines. She was playing some game where she plucks all those petals on the flower, and finds true love or something. I screamed at the little brat, trying to get her to help me. Instead, she just ran away, after that bunny. Maybe that wasn't so smart.

Still, that act lengthened my life. I hope it lengthened the bunny's life as well. Stupid girl.