The following story tells of the Killer Pink Fluffy Bunnies. No one quite knows why. I don't either. The author, a strange creature going by the name of Trav, is American, which should explain quite a lot. Trav for a few of his formative years lived in the UK. Being at the same school as Obscurity and through his staying in contact with the Knee High Axe Murdering Pixie after leaving this wonderful country, this story of the KPFB's made its way via a rather strange route into the hands of obscurity. Every so often a new part of the story arrives on Mental Hospital headed paper. Most curious.
|?|Part 1 - the story begins
|?|Part 2 - the plot thickens
|?|Part 3 - the plot gets even thicker
|?|Part 4 - the plot gets just plain stupid and gives up

Ok, things are not as they seem in this world, for instance, many people believe there are only two kinds of elephants. Well, in one way they are correct, but in another they are wrong. But that is not why I am talking now. I am talking now because I have had some recent contact with unnamed persons, who are my superiors, to start telling the world about what has been going on behind their backs with multiple world governments monies. This, unknown to commoners, agency deals with the containment of what are now known as the Killer Pink Fluffy Bunnies.

These particular bunnies didn't start this way, nor were they always hidden. About three of four years ago (I am sorry, but I have lost count of the days long ago) some old colleagues and I were studying various organisms in the Southern England local. Although we had a successful day, we did have one little oddity, a Pink Fluffy Bunny. So we decided, as good scientists do, that it was up to us to capture it and take it home to study, without causing any harm to it. Unfortunately after further study, my colleagues Bert and George (whose names have been changed to protect Tim and Richard), and I realized what we had gotten ourselves into. It wasn't just a mere prank, it was real!

The whole interior organs and bone structure was totally different to that of a normal bunny. We theorized about this, yet couldn't think of any standard reason for why it was like that. That was the first and last night of my freedom, and my life. From then on, I have been held captive studying this strange yet magnificent creature that has now evolved, as well as having been submitted to various genetic modifications, always adapting to survive with its new bodily forms.

Shoot, I got to go, they have gotten on to me. I will try and contact the outside world later, when, I don't know.

Sorry for not getting this on time, but I have had some problems with getting access to the outside world. It seems that they are trying to crack down on its accessibility.

Anyway, once they came and took me away, I have now been working in underground (I think, though I am not sure) labs scattered around. There is no surface contact for researchers, so I don't know how we get between sites, all I do know is that we do, and that they exist.

When we brought the first batch with us, they decided the first thing that was necesary was to have an adequate permenant supply of the KPFB's (thats going to be how I refer to the Killer Pink Fluffy Bunnies from now on, saves time). They managed that while keeping me in solitary confinement. Once they had that, my situation was revealed to me. For I was to discover how they communicate with each other, and then become fluent in it, or have a bitech update to "hear" it. Not a pretty operation or outcome. Unfortunately, the hive mentality of the KPFB's made it necessary for the bitech implant, and the loss of my sense of dignity.

Sorry, cant stay longer, guards are closing in...

Sorry for the lack of responce resently, I have been a little busy... not that that matters. Well let me see, we left off with the bitech implant right? Yes? Ok.

Well after the original try with this device, we found various mishapps often occured. Such as the constant need for me to be locked up in a well padded room so I couldnt hurt myself. After figuring out the problem (I honistly dont know how long that took), they replaced the biteck equipment with a newer updated model. It was a lot smaller, and not as easily noticable as the last one. Oh the wonders of technology. Well after my regaining of sanity, the poor frail amount left, I was forced to begin study of the Killer Pink Fluffy Bunnies that they had been breeding at the time.

The first test that I had to preform was one the worst that I have been through. It was a crash course in testing the equipment. I was shoved into the pit with some test KPFB's, and left to fend for myself. Without and protection, I was supposed to make haste with understanding the language of the KPFB's. It was not so successful as we hoped, and I ended up mentaly scarred for the rest of my life, recuring that same event over and over in my sleep. The KPFB's almost killed me, and sometimes in my sleep they do...

The next test, now that I could convince the KPFB's to not harm me, was to see what their reaction would be to me using a chaisaw on them. Believe me, you do not want to see or hear about that one...

Sorry, got to go, my scrambling program has just been detected, TTYL.

As I sit here now, I wonder at whether the acts that I took part in, in the past few years have been part of the right decision for my talent, and the KPFB's. With the recent unexplainable death of the entire KPFB population here in this base, I am unsure of my continued existence. Therefore I will not be bothered if I get caught now; I shall at last let lose some of the deadly secrets that have been bugging me for a while now.

I was originally part of the person you know as Travis, but somehow, around the time that the KPFB's were discovered, then hidden from the publics viewing. So he is nothing but a backup of me, and I am nothing but a copy of him. They have been doing tests with the Bitech equipment, and I have discovered that my usage of it was nothing more than a preliminary test of a long research project that has been going on for years. (Ok, he's part of me. me getting worried now-Ed (the real me))

There has been a worldwide search enacted in the hope of finding more KPFB's or relatives of them, as it is thought that with the recent advances in Bitech, one could fully control them. I don't know if this program will continue, and if I will continue living if it doesn't, but the extermination of "employees" has begun; the funding people don't believe we will find more traces of the KPFB's. So I guess this is it.

bye.