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Title: A Tail Of Two Bunnies
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kellifer_fic
Rating: G
Category: SPN, gen, humor.
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 645
Disclaimer All mistakes are mine. Everything else is owned by the creators of Supernatural.
Summary: A coda of sorts to Dead Man Kinda Shambling. It's hard enough being a zombie rabbit. Try being adopted by the Zombie Winchesters.
One minute he was hopping about, minding his own business, the next he was pushing up daisies.
Literally.
The root system proved problematic when trying to dig himself out of the thankfully shallow grave. What had been more troublesome was the shoebox of all things he’d been forced to chew his way out of. He hoped he could find the little blonde girl that had been his owner up until his untimely and apparently temporary death.
He would give her such a gnawing.
Winky, his brother/friend/hutchmate popped his head out of the ground right by Binky, spluttering dirt. “I think they buried me in a Chinese takeout container,” he huffed.
“Some people have no respect,” Binky agreed.
ooo
The large building with the connecting rooms was like a run and more importantly, warm and dry. Binky thought it was a good place to hole up for a while, right up until they came. He tried hiding under the bed but it was no use. They were pulled into the light and subjected to the indignity of an overall petting.
Binky looked to Winky, held in the other large hand of the man who had discovered them to convey his dismay at the current turn of events and was aggravated to discover Winky flopped on his back, practically purring when the man rubbed his face in the soft belly fur.
“Have some decorum!” Binky hissed and Winky took a moment to look contrite before going back to completely debasing himself. It was also not Binky’s fault in any way that the man found exactly the spot behind his ears that had been itching for days and he certainly didn’t nuzzle into the man’s hand when he had the bad form to stop the scritching.
He had some sense of self-worth after all.
ooo
“What does Zeefer mean exactly?” The newly christened Zeefer, formerly Binky, now asked. He was flopped in the dip of the other man’s spine, the one who now seemed to be his owner. Zeefer found it quite convenient for the man to sleep on his stomach and create the perfect Bunny-shaped place for sitting.
“You can’t be serious,” Reynaldo, formerly Winky, huffed, pausing in rubbing his paws over his nose. When Zeefer just looked at him blankly, Reynaldo rolled his little eyes. “Zee-for-zombie,” he elaborated.
“Well that’s just dumb,” Zeefer huffed.
“I can’t help it that I got the smart one,” Reynaldo preened and Zeefer glared at him, but then frowned, as much as a bunny could.
“Do you think we should name them?” he asked.
Reynaldo nodded, looking excited at the prospect. “Might get confusing otherwise.”
000
The men were yelling, standing across from each other and Zeefer looked across at Reynaldo, held against the chest like he was. “I don’t think it looks all that bad,” he remarked and Reynaldo put a tentative paw up to the place where his right ear had been and there was now a bottle cap. It seemed that Zeefer’s human had taken it upon himself to even Reynaldo up.
“You don’t?” Reynaldo asked, looking unsure. Neither of them was quite sure where the original ear had gone and Reynaldo had looked lopsided without it.
“It was bound to happen,” Zeefer added.
ooo
Zeefer had to admit that he was content. He was never shut in a hutch anymore, had a wide variety of fascinating things to eat and the leather upholstery of the vehicle was fun to bounce around on.
“How long do you think we have?” Zeefer asked, resting with his paws dangling while his man scratched just that right spot behind his ears.
“No idea,” Reynaldo said, hopping from one knee to the other on his human. “But it’s not so bad.”
“Yeah,” Zeefer agreed, finally giving in and rolling over, presenting his belly to the man’s ministrations. “Not so bad at all.”
Author:
kellifer_ficRating: G
Category: SPN, gen, humor.
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 645
Disclaimer All mistakes are mine. Everything else is owned by the creators of Supernatural.
Summary: A coda of sorts to Dead Man Kinda Shambling. It's hard enough being a zombie rabbit. Try being adopted by the Zombie Winchesters.
One minute he was hopping about, minding his own business, the next he was pushing up daisies.
Literally.
The root system proved problematic when trying to dig himself out of the thankfully shallow grave. What had been more troublesome was the shoebox of all things he’d been forced to chew his way out of. He hoped he could find the little blonde girl that had been his owner up until his untimely and apparently temporary death.
He would give her such a gnawing.
Winky, his brother/friend/hutchmate popped his head out of the ground right by Binky, spluttering dirt. “I think they buried me in a Chinese takeout container,” he huffed.
“Some people have no respect,” Binky agreed.
The large building with the connecting rooms was like a run and more importantly, warm and dry. Binky thought it was a good place to hole up for a while, right up until they came. He tried hiding under the bed but it was no use. They were pulled into the light and subjected to the indignity of an overall petting.
Binky looked to Winky, held in the other large hand of the man who had discovered them to convey his dismay at the current turn of events and was aggravated to discover Winky flopped on his back, practically purring when the man rubbed his face in the soft belly fur.
“Have some decorum!” Binky hissed and Winky took a moment to look contrite before going back to completely debasing himself. It was also not Binky’s fault in any way that the man found exactly the spot behind his ears that had been itching for days and he certainly didn’t nuzzle into the man’s hand when he had the bad form to stop the scritching.
He had some sense of self-worth after all.
“What does Zeefer mean exactly?” The newly christened Zeefer, formerly Binky, now asked. He was flopped in the dip of the other man’s spine, the one who now seemed to be his owner. Zeefer found it quite convenient for the man to sleep on his stomach and create the perfect Bunny-shaped place for sitting.
“You can’t be serious,” Reynaldo, formerly Winky, huffed, pausing in rubbing his paws over his nose. When Zeefer just looked at him blankly, Reynaldo rolled his little eyes. “Zee-for-zombie,” he elaborated.
“Well that’s just dumb,” Zeefer huffed.
“I can’t help it that I got the smart one,” Reynaldo preened and Zeefer glared at him, but then frowned, as much as a bunny could.
“Do you think we should name them?” he asked.
Reynaldo nodded, looking excited at the prospect. “Might get confusing otherwise.”
The men were yelling, standing across from each other and Zeefer looked across at Reynaldo, held against the chest like he was. “I don’t think it looks all that bad,” he remarked and Reynaldo put a tentative paw up to the place where his right ear had been and there was now a bottle cap. It seemed that Zeefer’s human had taken it upon himself to even Reynaldo up.
“You don’t?” Reynaldo asked, looking unsure. Neither of them was quite sure where the original ear had gone and Reynaldo had looked lopsided without it.
“It was bound to happen,” Zeefer added.
Zeefer had to admit that he was content. He was never shut in a hutch anymore, had a wide variety of fascinating things to eat and the leather upholstery of the vehicle was fun to bounce around on.
“How long do you think we have?” Zeefer asked, resting with his paws dangling while his man scratched just that right spot behind his ears.
“No idea,” Reynaldo said, hopping from one knee to the other on his human. “But it’s not so bad.”
“Yeah,” Zeefer agreed, finally giving in and rolling over, presenting his belly to the man’s ministrations. “Not so bad at all.”