Family Origins (DSMP)

The Blade

6:36 PM/A snowy forest/December  20th 

The man carried a basket of carrots through the woods, each step crunching the winter leaves. He had just got the basket from Sneeg, a good friend of his. The man thought as if there was something following him, alas, he was just paranoid, or so he thought. The trail had led on until he reached his home. He sat the carrots on the windowsill and sat down in his recliner. He laid back for a nap and was asleep for an hour.

7:54 PM\Philza's front door

UNTIL, Sneeg knocked on his door. Phil, half asleep, got up and answered. "Phill!!" He waved and smiled. "I brought more carrots, old man!" He told. "Thanks man," He chuckled. "I appreciate this since those woods creep me out, they make me feel like something is watching me," Phil sighed. "Really? Me too!" Sneeg jumped. "Damn, maybe I'm not just paranoid." He speculated. "Well, I'm gonna head back now," The small man pushed. "Alright mate, let me know when you're home," Sneeg nodded and left.

"How strange, I hope he makes it home safe." He sits on the counter and sighs. "Phil?" He hears a child's voice say. "Huh?' He was shocked. He turned to the windowsill that had the carrots and saw they were gone, both baskets. Suddenly, there was a loud thud followed by a series of sad sniffs. Phil looked out the window to see a small child/bunny fusion. He immediately ran outside to see the child gathering the carrots out of the snow.

"Are you alright, bud?" Phil asked as he crouched down to see the seemingly 4 year old. The boy flinched back and dropped the basket. "Keep it! Just don't touch me!" He cried out and shivered. "No, no no, come inside kid, you're shaking." He patted him on the shoulder then pointed to the door. The bunny boy looked back at the carrots. "Don't worry, I'll pick them up." He wiped his tears and headed inside.

8:12/Phil's living room.

Phil entered the room, seeing the small boy asleep on the couch. He seemed to be still shaking. He lit the fireplace, petted the boy and suddenly stopped. Phil looked at his hand and saw an excessive amount of blood. "Oh shit!" He cried and picked up the boy. He sat the boy on his bed in the guest room. The man cleaned up the bunny and wrapped his arms in bandages. The boy was still deep asleep.

"Wake up kid, wake up. Seriously, what happened?" He said repetitively. Finally, he woke up. "Heh?" The little boy questioned, confused. "What happened to your arms?" He grabbed the boy's hand and slowly rubbed it as he repeated, "What happened to your hand..?" He sat down. "The.. blade.." He muttered. "What?" Phil questioned. "The blade." He repeats.

"Who's blade is it?"

"Blade."

"I guess that's enough for now."