There they went again, bullying you. They’ve been doing it for so long, and you didn’t do a thing. Everyone bullied you since elementary school, you’ve never had friends. Everyone called you weird, and your parents never had time for you. You didn’t want to bother them too much either. Yes, sometimes, you told them a little thing, but not a lot. And because of the loneliness, you slowly started going insane. You started to talk to yourself, and started getting imaginary friends. In the beginning, you was worried, but it was ok now. You accepted it. You were going insane. And to be honest, you didn’t actually mind.

You did nothing all those years, but today, it would stop. You would learn those jerks not to bully anyone anymore. After you would be done with them, they would never be able to bully anyone ever again. It wasn’t your idea though, it was the idea of one of your imaginary friends: flying chocolate bunny. He was a cute, brown bunny with wings. The bunny looked cute, but was far from. He gave you the idea. And you accepted gladly.

While they were calling you names again, you finally said something back. The bullies were shocked and the leader tried to hit you. Tried. When he stepped forward, you took a knife out of your sleeve and killed him. His friends got scared and tried to run away, but you stopped them, and their lives.

You felt great. The source of your sadness was gone.
“See? Didn’t that feel good?”
“Yeah, it did… I feel so relieved now!” You and Bunny laughed, until another voice was heard.

“I can understand why you feel relieved, poppet”

SHIT. Someone saw you kill those guys. You had to kill him too, you couldn’t let him get away with this now could you? Your (e/c) eyes scanned him. He had strawberry blonde hair, and blue eyes. He wore a lot of pink and a neon blue bowtie. He looked like a gay on carnival. You were about to kill him when he spoke again.

“I did the same to those we made me sad”

You stopped. He… did the same? Does that mean he killed someone too? Would he kill me now? Would he tell the police? Would he do nothing? What DOES he want?!

“The name’s Oliver, Oliver Baines. What’s your name?”
“… ____, ____  ____”
“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you ____! I see flying chocolate bunny helped you set your mind free too! I already wondered where he was all the time, normally he is with me”
“Y-you can see Bunny too?!”
“Yeah, only normal people can’t”
“D-does that mean we’re not normal then?”
“Nope. We’re insane. Our minds are wicked and we like to kill. That’s why we can see him”
You were silent for a little. Sure, you knew you were going insane but… do you like to kill? You just killed 3 people… and you DID feel relieved…
“Are you scared of yourself now, poppet?”
“…”
“Well?”
“… no. Not at all. I knew I was going insane, yeah, but I never expected to enjoy killing someone… I guess I did”
“How about we work together? 2 people can accomplish more then 1. Why don’t we kill some people together, like the teachers who never did anything to help us. Like the other kids, who looked at us with a wrong look”
“You know Oliver, you are the kind of guy I would fall for”
“Funny you say that poppet, I was just thinking the same about you”
“Let’s see how this little game plays out, shall we?”
“Yeah, sounds like a plan to me”

The day after that, a lot of teachers and kids died. All due to two mysterious killers. But on all the places where they killed someone, there was a drawing. A drawing of a winged bunny in the victim’s blood.