{Complete} The Strange Boy Next Door ~ Bunny fanfic~

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"Oh," he says, sounding nervous, "I can't come over right now."

"It's not you that's coming over, it's me. My house was broken into and the police told me I had to stay somewhere else," I stick my hands into my coat pockets to try and warm them up, "so can I come in? It's freezing out here."

"I'm sorry, we're kind of busy right now."

The door slams shut and the locks click from the other side.
I jump down the steps and try to peer through the window, but it's so dirty it's as if there's a curtain blocking me out.

Frowning, I knock on the door again. He doesn't open the door.
I knock again

And again

And again.

I eventually give up and cross the street to Kyle's house.
I knock on their door and it opens almost instantly.
It's the black haired boy, but he hasn't got eyeliner on today. Instead he's got dark purple lipstick, slightly smudged, and black nails, also smudged.

"Oh, hi! You're the kid who got Kyle's finger," he holds the door open for me to enter, "are you okay?"

"Other than receiving your brother's finger from a strange little girl, I'm fine," I try to sound like I'm joking but I just sound stressed, "i was wondering if I could stay here for a day or so, since there was a break-in and the police aren't sure if it's safe for me."

Ike shrugs and gestures for me to go to the kitchen where his parents are sat at the dinner table, their heads in their hands.
There's a slightly crumpled letter on the table, covered in tear stains and smudged ink.

When Ike shuts the front door, they both look up. Their faces are pale, tears sliding down their cheeks, eyes red and watery.
Sheila wipes her eyes with her sleeve and tries to give me a shaky smile.

"Hi, dear," she wipes her eyes again, "what do you need?"

"I was wondering if I could stay for a day or two since the house isn't safe, but if this is a bad time I can go."

"No, no! It's fine. We just got a note from... somebody," she gestures to the letter, "you can stay in Kyle's room."

Gerald sniffles loudly and lets his head fall onto the table with a bang.
Sheila rubs his back and bites her lip.

Ike grabs the note and quickly reads it, his eyes widening.

"That's fucking sick!" He drops the note onto the floor and storms upstairs, slamming the door when he reaches his bedroom.

I pick up the note and read it, not thinking about how it's probably a private thing.

Dear Kyle's family,
We're sorry for taking your darling boy, but he looked so amazing I could hardly resist the temptation.
I had to take him, had to have a taste.
In case you were wondering, he's in a better place now.
Yours,
The last thing Kyle ever saw xx

"That's sick..." I mutter, placing the letter back onto the table.

"It could be a prank, but nobody we know would be so hateful to do something as cruel and sickening as this," Sheila, still rubbing Gerald's back, sighs. "I know it probably seems impossible, but we all need some sleep. I'll show you to Kyle's room."

She gets up from the table and heads upstairs, griping onto the handrail tightly.
I follow her into the third room on the right.

"Goodnight. I'll wake you up for school tomorrow."

She shuts the door, leaving me in Kyle's room.

It feels wrong, being here. It's like being in a dead man's house... well I suppose that's exactly what it is, although there is a chance Kyle is still alive somewhere.

I take off my coat and shoes, leaving them on the back of the desk chair and beside the door.
I sit on the edge of the bed, unsure of whether to get into it or not. It feels awful being here, I can't quite explain the feeling but it just feels wrong.

After a while of thinking about it, I slip under the cold sheets and eventually drift off into a dreamless sleep.