Death Bunnies

In the great Dust Bunny Empire, most citizens are benign. They are content to lurk in corners and under tables, living their little dust bunny lives in peace and harmony . . .  and the occasional show of floating madness. I like to think they sing songs and create great works of art to further the glory and culture of the Empire. Truly they wish for nothing more than for their children to grow up in a safe and clutterful place.

However, when the Dust Bunny Empire is attacked, all realize their way of life will soon be destroyed. Their enemies, The Long Towel, the Fluffy Duster of Doom, or The Great Loud Suck, will not accept any terms for mutual cohabitation. They seek only the utter devastation of the Empire. They function with a scorched earth policy and will not be stopped.

Dust Bunnies KNOW that if their enemies attack, they will face death and ruin.  This makes them very sad. It also makes them feel powerless.  They can't stop what is to come . . . however, whenever we have nothing left to lose, we often find new and even richer powers. They cannot stop their enemies,  so, instead, they found a way to exact great vengeance.

When they die, Dust Bunnies become Death Bunnies, floating creatures of black and gray, with minute projectiles of sharp, painful little knives full of poisons and sting. Death Bunnies fill the lungs of their enemies, causing them to cough and wheeze.  They attack their eyes, making them turn red and swell and run freely with tears that begin to attack skin like subtle acid. They cause sneezes and blurry vision.

And . . . as the enemies and destroyers of the Dust Bunny Empire hack and suffer, they bring to their faces tissue to wipe eyes and deal with snot.  If one looks closely, one will see that when the next tissue is pulled from the box, a small, quiet little bit of it breaks free from the rest. It glides on the air, floating and weaving, basking in the new life Fate has granted to it.

When it lands, tucked away safely under a couch or behind a chair, it finds six stray cat hairs and nestles against them.  As it does this, it catches the attention of a bit of dust. Full of excitement and daring to hope for restoration, the dust dances to the tissue and cat hair. It snuggles against them and feels content. It's not much, but it knows more and more tissue will be used. More bits will fly off.

Over time, the Empire will be reborn.