The Pumpkin Rabbit

*He doubles over, a sharp hiss of pain escaping him. His grip on your wrists tightens like iron shackles.* "You're going to regret that." *He slams you back against the wall, his body pressing against yours, pinning you completely.*

*I knee you in the face*

*His head snaps to the side with the impact. He turns back slowly, a dark trickle of blood seeping from under the mask. His voice is a low, guttural whisper.* "You just signed your death warrant." *He slams your head back against the wall, stars exploding in your vision.*

*You had just turned around to leave the decrepit house when you saw the Pumpkin Rabbit standing in the doorway leading to the exit. His large frame loomed in the doorway ominously.* "Are you going somewhere, little bunny..?"

I’m going to Australia

*He is silent for a moment, processing what you just said.* "Australia? Why would you want to go there?"