Rabbit started awake with a muffled snort, lifting his cheek away from the threadbare sofa and stifling the flare of panic that rose in his chest. There wasn't a lot that distinguished his evil apartment from the regular one, just a greyish tinge and an unnatural stillness, but he did notice a slight difference in the air this time, obvious now that he had been here once before. This stupid ******** place had grabbed him in his ******** sleep. Panic was replaced by anger more quickly than he would have imagined his moods were capable of turning. It probably would have been interesting to observe had he not been the one experiencing it.
Tempted to remain right where he sat even though the television didn't work and the whole damn situation was creepy as hell, Rabbit eventually relented for those very reasons, rising from his warm nest to gather some things for his second spooky journey. If it was anything like the first, he had until he opened the front door before everything useful disappeared.
It didn't take long for him to deem himself ready, though whether he had packed light because he truly anticipated a short trip or only wished for one wasn't clear. Cigarettes, a lighter, and a double handful of M&Ms were all he brought with him, and as he stepped out into the drizzle and descended to the street, Rabbit didn't look back.
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He made it all the way to Darlene's without interruption, expecting a special message from the meat voice and receiving nothing but still silence instead. Upon his arrival he was soon bored to death, even after loudly rummaging through all the liquor bottles and throwing evil darts and dancing on the bar like they had in Coyote Ugly. Or attempting to, at least. It wasn't a very good approximation. Thankfully, no one was there to see it.
An hour passed, then two, and finally the panic began to creep back into the spaces Rabbit's anger had vacated. He was all alone in some empty, eerie hell dimension and no one was coming to get him this time.
In spite of the apprehensive tickle in his gut, he fought to keep from acknowledging that anything was wrong, slouching in a booth and popping M&Ms like he was waiting for a friend. When he fell asleep for the second time that day, it was just as unplanned as the first, though likely a bit more dangerous. But the quiet solitude lulled him into recklessness, making a nap impossible to resist. He would take another look around in a little while, try to find the edge of town or something. And maybe, in the interim, someone would find him.
