So I read a translation of one of Peters events somewhere on Tumblr and it got me thinking... Peter is one sad, sad bunny. He might be possessive but he is also negative on himself! Like... whoa. How sad. Now I must write a sad little drabble about this poor little bunny...


It was unfathomable, this feeling he had deep inside. All he wanted was her happiness, or so he tried to tell himself. If she was happy then he was happy. As long as she stayed in this world, forever, then he would never complain. At least, that is what he thought. But every second that he spent time with the girl made those little thoughts crumble away. He wanted more than her happiness. He wanted her. He didn't want her to be with any other man or beast. He didn't want her to be with a dirty little speck of dust that paled in comparison to the importance of Alice. And yet… he himself was a pathetic, tiny speck of dust. He was unimportant. Replaceable… Or so he thought.

The more he spent time with her, the more he wanted her. But the more he wanted her, the more he knew he could not have her. He paced his room, his mind deep in thought. It would be perfect if she just fell in love with him but… Could he really accept that? If the beautiful, wonderful Alice fell in love with this desperate, insignificant rabbit, could he accept that?

"Indeed, I am faced…" he muttered blankly to himself, thinking out loud for a moment. "But… I can easily be replaced." His facial expression was bitter. There was no way around the fact of the matter that he was unimportant and thus unworthy of the greatest beauty of them all, Alice. He sighed heavily, realizing that he has no reason to worry. Such a wonderful girl would never fall for him to begin with. Such a useless rabbit could never win the heart of such a perfect woman. And yet his eyes were the only ones to see just how important she was.

No other role holder saw her absolute perfection. This thought made the rabbit want her to himself even more. If no other saw her true worth, how priceless her love would truly be, then they shouldn't have her. If they could not cherish her the way she needed to be cherished, then he wouldn't let them have her. But if no other man in this world cherished her in the way that she needed, then wouldn't that make him the obvious choice? Shouldn't he be the one to earn her love? Even if he was a worthless rabbit? Or is this world below Alice? That nobody would ever be good enough for her and, thusly, she will never be happy in this world of his.

Thoughts swirled in his mind. He couldn't help but wonder. The more he thought, the more questions he had. All had answers that he did not know and might never know. He did, however, know one thing. He loved Alice with all his heart. This was a fact. It was a rule, but more importantly, he loved her far more than those who were just following the rule. Thus she should be his… But she never will… Or so he told himself.