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A Horror Mini Series

A Bird and a Demon Rabbit form a pact to escape.

CW: Blood, Death, Violence, Horror,Occult, Heavy themes and discussions of religious trauma and queer struggles.

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Tonight you’re about to commit a crime against god.

You rushed home as soon as you could, not wanting to waste a moment right now.

You’re going to ask for a huge favor, one you didn’t think you had to make.

You’ve been storing a lot of it for a rainy day…

Tool of the Unsolved

Threads of a Fiend Hermit

A shot of the best drink you can offer..

And a recent addition you’ve come across through unfortunate means:

A Limb of an Unburied Peer.

You manage to get the ritual going with little issue,

The radio tunes in, sounds flickering in staggers of hymn and violent episodes.
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You’ve played with angel frequencies as much as any kid in this town does in secret, a simple pleasure that lies in rebellion of the town’s status quo.

You never stopped your acts of defiance however, recording conversations with all sorts of otherworldly entities…

Learning about the outside world

Other worlds..

Recording every talk to cling onto later..

But your family held you to never summon one directly, especially not in a panic.

You’re breaking that today. The hand starts to smoke, a vessel for the entity.

Your materials are the finest you’ve offered.

You set your aims high.

A figure begins to emerge from the smoke, melting flesh and bone to reform from what’s left…

“Someone’s in trouble…”

“That’d be me…”

“If you’re bringing out the good stuff, you really need this.”


“Then allow me to introduce myself before we talk any sort of deal.”
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The figure takes a more cohesive shape quickly..

“Frida, at your service…”

A rabbity tall humanoid with metal fangs and a fragmented body.

Your feathers stand up at the sight.

You pause in the moment, maybe a little too long.

“Perhaps your name? Or are you too scared…”
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You’re fucked either way, no turning back…

You wing it.

“Shit, you’re actually really cute.... Never seen any of ya’ll up close.. radio folks”


“Mmhmm.. That too much? I can step back if-”

“Say it again.”

“Cute? Like that?”

“Mmhmm. Keep telling me nice things… and finish introducing yourself, I did my part."



Oh god, does she mean that?

and the other part of the bargain.”

“Love the whole look you have going on, like honestly..”

“Try my best what what I have but.. It’s nice to hear it. feel so special. Continuing on though...”


“Your request? You’re making a contract, no?

“Yeah, need a huge one. Need to get out of town really bad, it’s a lot to explain but this place is a nightmare, I’m probably going to jail in the next 24 hour, whole lot kind of just happened.”

“I’ll say, your offering was pretty fresh. Who’d you kill?”

“I didn’t? But nobody’s going to believe me at this point. Local cops hate my ass, want any excuse to throw me into the woods. Place can burn down honestly just…”

“If you want me to send you elsewhere, I can do that. You take a contract and my power is yours.”

“Right.. The whole host thing-”

“Mmm, tempting as it is I’m feeling good right now and I’m not into the whole life long servitude part. I also don’t do card readings.”

“What I can do though is loan you my strength, in exchange for something to hold me over while you do.. The rest of the offering. Where is it?

The rest? Right.

“Corpse is in my car, really don’t want people seeing anything though…”

“I can be discreet, maybe even buy you some time. And… maybe when this is all over…”


“You didn’t even let me finish, you know how dangerous that is with folks like me?”

“Is it a date?”

“You're winning me over pretty fast. Maybe”

“Honestly if it wasn’t a shit show today I’d ask right now but like… you know.”

“One step at a time. Take me to the car and fill me in on the details. You have me very curious about how you ended up with a dead person in your trunk.."

"She's not in my trunk!"

"First mistake, ah well. If anyone sent over authorities I can fend them off. Now hurry, time's wasting. One quick warning though."

"My Magic does not come free. The longer you're exposed, the more intertwined your view of the world will become with it.

You will see things others won't."

"Is that a risk you're ready to take?"

"I'll do it."
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You lead the rabbit to the tarped car, opening the door letting her peek in through.



“Grotesque. Who was this?”

“Former classmate from back in the day, we were never really close. Followed me into the woods and got jumped by a watchman.”

“Like a guy…?

“No, more like… an angry forest spirit? You’re from out of town so I guess I need to explain a lot..”

“Just a little fill in would be nice. Despite the common belief, folks like me aren’t all seekers of knowledge. Don’t know shit.”

“So gist is the surrounding woods are a bit parasitic. Makes traveling out kind of a hazard even with roads entering in and out.  Supply trucks have to be armored to hell and tooled with flames and noise makers to keep creatures off of them.”

“They’re very territorial and covered with this nasty moss.”

“Explains your friend here…”

“Yeah….  It’s gross. Going to have to confront the family….”

“So what’s this moss do? You said it was parasitic.”

“I’m… not sure? It crawls all over bodies of people who get dropped in the woods and then overnight a cocoon appears nearby.”

“But they’re hella dangerous.’

“I see…”

“I should make quick work then.”

“What’s that mean? What are you-” You’re cut off as she opens the door and evaporates into a thick smoke.

“Frida? Frida don’t-”

THe smoke seeps through the cracks and seams of the car inside and quickly engulfs any view of the inside.

After moments of hissing and crunching from within, the smoke clears up.

A rabbity woman sits inside, baring only light resemblance to the corpse from before.

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“Oh my fucking…  what did you do?!”

“Recycled her material, figured it’d be better than letting her turn and become a problem later.”

“I’m gonna be sick man.…”

“Plus… leaves no body for you to hide. Perfect, right?”

“You turned this into a missing person’s case dude…”


“.... I didn’t think this through.”

“You really didn’t!”

“Well.. nobody saw you at the scene, I figure.”

“People probably heard the screaming. Plus she died in my car technically .... there’s still a mess.”

“She wasn’t dead when you found her?”

“Not yet… wounds did her in fast though. Wanted to take her to get help but… you know.”

“I’m scared. If anyone spotted me on the way here, my life’s turbo done…”

“No proof that you did anything.”

“They’d only just want a reason to put me on trial at this point. Place sucks and folks hate my ass.”


“Really. Never were big on my family for being from overseas, kept talking about how we were all secretly demonics. Folks are on my ass constantly over um….”


“You know…”

She shakes her head at you in confusion.

“People here are conservative, let’s put it at that.”

“...OOOOH. Oh my god.”


“This is one of THOSE type of places?”


“With churches on every block and all that?”



“Yeah no.They give you shit here just for saying you don’t want kids like. I’m honestly good. I got a few friends and I love them to death but… ugh. Honestly I wish I could take them with me.”


“I don’t… really want to be here? There’s a few forest hermits who’re nice but… that’s not viable for me. All of them are fiends who don’t have to worry about getting mauled… even if I don’t get arrested, folks will blame me.”

“Fiends? The monster folk?”

“Mmhmm. You familiar?”

“Little bit. There a lot of them?”

“Yeah, why?”

“That’s… huh.”

“They’re not bad you know…”

“It’s nothing like that just… thinking. Seems like a hell of a place…”

“Yeah no kidding.”


You hear a motorbike driving up the street.

You grab the rabbit’s arm and start pulling.

“Hey! Not so rough!”

“Get inside, that’s them.”

“What? Why-”

“Feds, now-”

“Feds..” The gears turn in her head for a moment.

“Ah! Gotcha. Just…. Hold up I can fix this…” She pulls you into the car with her suddenly.

“Frida! Frida, stop fucking around! We need to go-!”

The door closes behind, the dark mist fills the room again.
The world is drowned out, sounds fading.

You awaken in a dimly lit room with the rabbit next to you, car sitting in the corner. Her zipper faced form smiles at you.

“Sorry to have to do that.. Your plan wasn’t going to work out so I made an emergency call.”

“Welcome to my home. Get comfy.”
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You step out of the car door cautiously, catching an eye of both the rabbit’s mortal guise and spectral form next to each other excitedly grinning your way.

“You’re pretty proud of yourself right now.”

“Can’t be helped really, just got to save someone’s life. Bit of a new one for me.”

“What’s the usual job like?”

“Someone asks for a big thing in exchange for their soul or something, proceeds to cause all sorts of problems and I collect when they eventually get themselves blown up.”

“Honestly I gotta be picky about who I let summon me…”

“Can you do that?”

“Sorta. But without contracts I’m stick in limbo without any way out. People like you let me get some fresh air.”

Both forms seem to be synched up, on closer look realizing her spectral form is just a projection at the moment.

“So… what about now?

“Now we wait til things are clear before we pop back into your world together. Til then maybe we can just hang?”

“Yeah… I could do with that. What’s there to do in here?”

“Well… need to hook you up with some self defense for starters.”

“Like a gun..?

“It’s a backwash conservative town, everyone and their mums hook you up with that. Something stronger. Going to share a bit of the magic…”

The rabbit reaches a hand toward you before stopping.

“Actually I should ask if you’re okay with me uh.. I’m going to mark you.”


“Yeah, bit of a thing. Any preference? Chest, back, some place you could cover up in general is good.”

“What kind of marking is it?”

“Something indicative of who you made your pact with. So uh… you know.. Stitches or zipper likely.”

“Oh wow um.. See stitches on the neck or joints would be pretty aesthetic but I feel like the zipper would be so striking….”

“It’d be harder to cover up.”

“Maybe I don’t want to.”

“You want people to know?”

“Nobody’s going to fuck around with that so….”

“Good point.”

“Stitches sound cute though.. And they could pass for a choker or something.”

“Really up to you. We don’t even have to do it now bu-”

You poke her cheek playfully. “The sooner we get out of town, the sooner we can hang out, right?”

“I-I mean yeah.”

“Mm…. honestly I’ve always wanted to get cool mods like that but folks here get pissy. Even tattoos get you the stink eye…”

“That’s another option. You think about this a lot?”

“Always. It’s kinda embarrassing to think about…”

Too embarrassing to share?”

“Maybe? I mean I guess I can..”

“So… when I was in high school I saw a photo set of someone with a sea mine for a head.”

“Thought that was the cutest thing…. Is that weird?”

“I can arrange that too…”

“Maybe… feels like a big one to invest in… can you pick? Something smaller though. Think I’ll be here all day if you don’t…”

“Hmm..” Her hand lowered toward the back of your neck. “How’s that feel?”

“Kind of like that actually. Very discreet, like a necklace or a choker…”

“Then I can just…” She traced her finger all the way round before pulling her hand back.

“Give it a shot.”

You felt around a line of metal teeth now settled there until you manage to touch the zip. It was larger than average. The rabbit places a tiny mirror in the palm of your free hand.

“I… really like that actually. Does it do anything?”

“Not yet but.. When you’re in a pinch, pull it as hard as you can.”

“It’ll bring out your potential.”

Before you can finish processing those words you yank it open, feeling your body quickly boil and shed from the neck outward.

Your whole body becomes snarled with curved feathers and metal linings and the sensation of seeing the world from an outside perspective briefly.

The zipper reforms and holds together your newfound form. The rabbit looks at you with awe and a tint of red.

“Oh my god you went straight for it. You bastard.”

“A-Am I okay?”

“Sure are! You’d actually make a pretty cool looking entity honestly… how you feeling?”

Your whole world feels weightless and brittle compared to you right now. You could flip a car with no issue.


The rabbit grabs the zipper and pops it off, teeth and all. Your form reverts instantly.

“Perfect. Hopefully you won’t need to use that.”

You feel around your neck, metal zipper teeth gone and replaced with a simple stitch pattern.

The rabbit slides the metal chunk into your pocket.

“I haven’t made my end of the deal happen so you’re free from anything permanent yet…”

“So for now you got a neat little tool to save for an emergency. Line it up with any living thing and rip it right open. You’ll never know what’ll happen but it’ll always be something to capitalize off of.”

“That sounds super dangerous.”

“It is! But… I wanna trust you, and you need every bit I can give you to get through this alive so… consider it a trial session.”

“Now, wanna head back soon? You had loose ends to deal with.”

“Yeah, let’s go meet some folk, get you familiar.”
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The two of you pop back into town, now late into the evening where the sun barely creeks across the horizon.

Something about the world around you looks.. Different.

You squint your eyes at the familiar locale.

Javi: Frida?

Even the way your voice comes out doesn’t feel quite right….

Frida: Yeah?

Javi: Think I’m a bit out of it.

Frida: Whatcha mean?

Javi: Everything feels… filtered?

Javi: Can’t put it down..

Frida: Ah, that’s the bleed over from making a deal.

Frida: Both the host and the dealer of the contract gain a bit from each other.

Frida: One of those dual world things, you know?

Frida: People from across time and space see the same things differently a lot of the time. You’re probably seeing my version of things!

Javi: Hearing differently too..

Frida: Yeah, that happens.

Javi: Everything feels…

Javi: Like…

Javi: Oh god, I can’t stand my own voice right now it’s too weird…

Javi: Can you do anything about this?

Frida: You’ll just have to adjust, this your first time making a contract?

Javi: First like this. Most I’ve done is trade for minor favors.

Frida: Yeah? Like what?

Javi: Blood for rent money is a big one.

Frida: Ah.. yeah I don’t do that sort of thing. Don’t got money at all!

Javi: Don’t most of you folks have a treasury?

Frida: Yeah well.. Not me!

Frida: Anyway, where to?

Javi: We should probably find a spot soon.. Traveling at night without protection is a bit of a hassle. Know a spot where other witchy folks like to meet up.

Javi: It’s a small town and it’s pretty puritan so we all have to work around that.

Frida: Right, came up a bit.

You started walking down the street with a bit of a faster pace.

Frida hovers behind you, maybe a little too close.

Javi: You mind backing up a bit?

She scoots back a bit.

Frida: Sorry! Not uh.. Used to this..

Frida: Been a good bit.

Javi: All good…

You fiddle with the zipper, now tucked away in a pocket.

Javi: So… why the whole zipper thing?

Javi: That a thing from wherever you came?

Frida: Don’t think so. Result of magic of my own. Don’t think I was a ghost originally.

Frida: Guess most people aren’t though.

Javi: That’s true…

Frida: 100% rabbit though.

Javi: Yeah, seems to be consistent. Not any kind of rabbit I’ve seen.

Frida: Distant region, distant world, pick an answer that makes more sense to you.

Frida: Guess I’m not technically only rabbit shaped though. Kinda just ate some meat and spat it back out as me!

Javi: That’s pretty fucked up. You do that a lot?

Frida: Not really! Not my first time with it though.

Frida: Fine though, like I said: Don’t like mucking with living bodies like that. Feels wrong, you know?

Javi: Mm.

Frida: Plus I wanna hang out. Not just cause we were flirting but also I need people sometimes.

Javi: I’m a person.

Frida: You are! Works out.

Frida: So uh.. These local cops.

Javi: Kinda just a bunch of thumbs most of the time. Grew up firing their parents’ guns and decided they wanted to be able to keep one on their person anywhere they go.

Javi: Mostly just bored and standing there like a sad dog but.. Don’t think they’d take well to murder.

Frida: Don’t imagine so.

Javi: Church keeps them in line, prefers to do executions.

Frida: Really? Like what? Old school gallows? The chair?

Javi: Send you on a pilgrimage up the mountain. Place is so filled with nasty spirits that you’ll never come back.

Javi: Anyone who goes through without an armored vehicle ends up becoming a member of their ranks. Say there’s only one person who came back successfully.

Javi: And that guy’s family is now the richest in town. Sealed off from the rest of the world.

Frida: Get away with murder *and* get rich? I could help with that…

Javi: I don’t know… think I just want out honestly.

Frida: That might just *be* the way out.

Javi:... Yeah.

Javi: I’ll consider it.

At the end of your walk is a quiet little diner, lights dull from age but still bright enough to catch your eye among the trees and lonely rural homes.

Frida: Is that the place? I could use a bite…

Frida: Please?

Javi: That’s the spot, we’ll get some grub while we’re there.

Javi: Gonna have to initiate you a bit but I’m sure you’ll be fine. You got the vibe.

Frida: What’s that mean?

Javi: You’ll see.

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