I prepared myself for whatever visions of hell were about to flash onscreen, and wondered how realistic the blood would look. The light from my laptop, resting on the nightstand, had dimmed and would soon fade to black on its own as the computer went to sleep.

The rabbit then asked, in a bizarre, peppy, high-pitched yet heavily accented Russian, “Say hello to me, and we’ll begin the adventure! There were instances where he would try to limp home, but not make it off the screen before collapsing. The device had one piece of known software, and it was speculated that the hardware never left its prototype stage. The Jet Black Bunny is a 12-inch edition of the classic OG Toy, ready to loom over your Sneak collection and absorb all the light in the room. And all the while, I only ever saw the entity’s shape in the corner of my eye, or on occasion casting its shadow onto the walls.I seized up, not too unlike our old nemesis sleep paralysis, and suddenly started dreaming lucidly, although my body wasn’t very responsive and my eyes felt heavy.

But this was meant to be a kid’s game, apparently, so it was clearly supposed to be an innocent and “fun-to-say” name. There’s a lone seller in America whose father had a collection of the things, but no one knows where he got them. The interactive bunny jumps forward and makes a sweet noise that will captivate your child's attention. You know, from things you learned in the past, that a dark room usually doesn’t have anything sinister lurking within. Last night, as I typed out portions of this journal in a powerless room, I thought about the story LIZ-4 in Alaska.Had anyone been an outright sadist to Fun Bunn, by just killing him over and over, with as little mercy as the real world’s rabbit-hunting predators would give him? It’s a compact high-speed polyphasic alternator attached to an amplifier, capable of generating a weak radio signal. It breathed in wheezy but powerful gasps that tugged at me, which threatened to pull my small self into its unseen maw. Maybe I’d ask Boris a few more questions before I left, but they would be more on its history, its possible origins, theories, etc.

If you’ve seen I am Legend, then you’ll definitely get the idea of what this ending screen looked like. If digital media never came about and analog tech advanced further, then maybe a modern player would be much smaller. It was like he was speaking to me as a living entity, or at least I interpreted it that way and gave him life. Though I never experienced the things he had, I started to really believe him that morning just by seeing him in that state, and I couldn’t use his fever to explain it all away.If I mention my condition after I tell the tale, I’ll just wipe away any assurance that any of this is true, won’t I?

But that’s kind of what always happens when you see the limits, the script, and the coding behind a game. But that didn’t explain how it could send information through a plain old 240-volt plug, or how that data could mess with the mind. He told me that it could, sure, but the thing was primarily a computer—a powerful but obsolete machine, built with specific high-endurance parts. Under that perfect ending was a festering mountain of horrors, beyond the point of being just a joke. None are labeled, leading those in the group to believe that like the system, they didn’t leave a prototype stage.

It loves being nurtured and looked after, so give it lots of attention to make it become your best bunny pal. We had lunch out every day around town at his favorite restaurants, and though Boris always offered to, I couldn’t possibly have him pay for any of my meals. Instead of having to watch the rabbit move from trial to trial, he jumped straight to the first one.