It scratched me two times. On my face and leg(s?) The bunny made a disturbing sound. I grabbed a hand gun. Shot it one, two, three times. It was making sounds of pain. It was sad. Finally, it died. It was bleeding pink blood. I tasted it and then looked at my hands, I started crying, knowing now what was happening. I was the next Easter bunny. I am the next one to die.
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The day I killed the Easter bunny.
Randomthis is a story I wrote back in 2020, apparently, and I'm deciding to share it with others here on wattpad Fake story btw -2020 also, I'm just writing it down word for word. YEAH, I KNOW IT SUCK'S BTW! I was like 10 when I wrote it. (2020) I drew t...
