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And it wasn’t over.

The bunny, clearly encouraged by my existential suffering, did a little spin in the air, and then—booped me again.

Ethan was wheezing.

"You guys don’t get it," I hissed. "This isn’t cute. This is a personal attack."

"Clark," Joy said solemnly, "it’s a bunny."

"A levitating bunny! Do you not see the problem here?"

Shun scrolled through her phone. "So, just checking, are we fighting the bunnies, or…?"

Max cracked his knuckles. "I mean, I could take one."

I threw my hands up. "Max, you cannot fight a bunny!"

"Not with that attitude."

The bunnies continued to float, eyes twinkling like they knew. Like they remembered.

Ethan wrapped an arm around my shoulder, grinning like the demon he was. "So, Ghost boy. How’s it feel knowing the universe is sending you a sign?"

I looked at the bunnies—an ultimate betrayal of nature.

I looked at Ethan. That sardonic smile.

I looked back at the bunnies.

Then, slowly, I removed Ethan’s arm from my shoulder.

I watched them, and then, I strode after them.

Mia called after me. "Clark? Where are you going?"

"To make peace with my gods," I said.

Ethan snorted. "You mean your floating rodents?"

I didn’t dignify that with an answer.

Because deep down, I knew.

I had lost.

The bunnies had won. And they were not getting away with it.

Chapter 16: Flirting With Disaster

So here I was, chasing after the bunnies.

Like a person with the slightest modicum of sense wouldn’t even bother to. But hey, is there anything sane about this trip? A clique of jocks who know literally nothing about nature, a dwarf who barely cares about the project but sleeping, an angry bird, and now this.

But did I stop? No. Because apparently, I had learned nothing from my past experiences with levitating rabbits.

Mia, being the ever-dedicated documentarian, followed with her camera rolling, probably ready to capture my descent into madness. Everyone else followed because… well, I guess if the nerd decides to wander into the mystical unknown, you have to make sure he doesn’t die. Even Max and his obnoxious jock friends trudged along, though mostly for the entertainment of watching me suffer.

“This is so dumb,” Joy muttered as we stepped further into the enchanted woods. “Do you even know where you’re going?”

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