"Welcome back, stream. If you're new here, allow me to tell you the rules. Rule one, you're going to listen to the stories, hopefully enjoy them. Got a recommendation, tell me. Any rude comments towards me or anyone in the chat, well, you don't wanna know what happens afterwards." The deep voiced man spoke as his webcam turned on, revealing a man in a red lit room, a black vest with a white collared shirt showing. Half of the man's face was covered by a bunny mask. The mask was painted red as the fangs of the mask were white and covered his mouth, but his other eye wasn't covered.

"Now, are you all ready to be mischievous little bunnies?" The man teased as he leaned against his chair, looking into his webcam.

"You ever sit up at night, listening to the thunder roar outside your window? See the rain drops trail down it, and probably hear the noises of it falling onto ground from you balcony? Well picture stepping out of your home, seeing the rain fall heavily on the ground... but imagine it with a body hanging up from a street light. Their chest carved open, the blood mixing in with the rain water, falling onto the ground. The sight was simply marvelous. Her blonde hair was damp and dripping with rain water, her lungs were crushed due to the brick I smashed against and her neck. I struck her more than three times with it. Hearing her gasp for air was nice, felt almost melodic in my ears. Three of her ribs had been broken, but that was by the kicks she received. She did put up on hell of a fight, but I was too fast for her. Shame. Her thighs and abdomen had been bruised and sliced, making her leg cuts look like rabbit whiskers. I wanted her and you all to understand that The Rabbit King has made his first marking."

He then sat up, smiling. It wasn't possible to see the smile, but the way his cheeks rose, it was clear to assume he was smiling due to his audience listening and die to his story.

There was an individual that turned on their camera. It was a man in his 30s, graying hair and beard. "This is fake. You can't just get away with a murder, especially not when you're wearing a creepy ass mask, bud."

The Rabbit King leaned into his seat and nodded. He clapped his hands and that's when everyone else in the stream turned on their cams, revealing they were all wearing Rabbit masks the exact way their 'king' was too. There were 30 men and women, staring into the camera and at the man.

"955 Oakland St. Trenton, New Jersey, 08610." The Rabbit King spoke, placing his hands together.

The man who first spoke's mouth was quivering in fear. He attempted to close out of the stream and turn off his webcam.

"No escaping the Rabbit Hole once you disrespect the King, Darrel." He spoke, chuckling. "I'll be paying you a visit, real soon."

The stream then cut off.