Sprinkah’s Story

Commissioned by: @Sprinkah

Note: Even Rich Moore said Nick’s had his heart broken before.

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“Oldfashioned Disaster”

“Look at this.” She said, a tickled smirk and a slight bite to her lip.

“Oh my god… that is so… precious!” Her sister oozed and squirmed in her seat.

It was a photo from her phone of just two weeks after they’d become official. They were in the park and she stood with her back to him. He’d arched over her and kissed the bridge of her nose before she’d had a chance to notice him, or her mother taking the picture.

“I almost want to hang it in my living room.” Her sister held it out, admiring it from different angles. “You lucked out Judy,” she sighed.

“I know…” she folded her arms on the dining room table to be her pillow as she laid her head down. “He can be a big softy sometimes… when he wants to be,” she sighed.  

“…” Her sister heard gloominess in that sigh. “Everything OK?”

She took a quick look over her elbow before turning away again. “I just-… I just wish he’d want to be more often…”

As she buried her head in her arms, her sister watched with a pained expression.

“Did you guys get in a fight?” She asked.

Judy didn’t reply but gave a delicate nod from between her forearms.

“What about?”

Muffled by her arms, she gave a reply. “I don’t wanna’ talk about it.”

“I can’t hear you, Judy,” her sister prodded. “Why don’t you sit up, huh?”

With an aggravated groan she lifted herself up, only to flop in the opposite direction. “He’s too pushy sometimes.” She grumbled and draped herself dramatically over the backrest of the seat. “He wants to-…”

As her sentiment trailed off, her sister pushed her to finish it, “wants to what?”

While she frowned, Judy brought her hands up in front of her. She balled them into fists and started bumping them together and making listless grunts. Her sister was perplexed.

“I… don’t really-” she mumbled with confusion.

Judy ran her hands through her scalp in annoyance and leaned forward in her seat. This time, she extended her index finger and made a circle with the other hand… and inserted it.

“You guys haven’t had sex yet!?” She shouted in shock.

As Judy shushed her sister, more muffled shouting came from the next apartment over. “Hey keep it down in there!” accompanied by a thud on the wall.

“Shut up I wanna hear this!”
“Oh, you would!”
“Shut up you never have anything good to say!”
“You shut up!”

Enraged, Judy slammed her hand down on the table rattling the various kitchenware in her cabinet. It seemed to be effective in silencing her prying neighbors, but there was no respite before her sister began laying into her.

“What is the holdup!?” Despite her annoyance she proceeded in muted shouts, “it’s been six months Judy, no wonder he’s upset!”

“It’s not that easy alright!?” In similar fashion she responded, adding “calm down” gesture with her hands. “He’s a fox…”

Her sister didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she gave Judy a confused and intrigued look. As if prodding her again to elaborate. Judy’s reply was to turn away pushing her hands into the seat between her legs.

“Like I said-… he’s a fox,” her voice cracked with tension. “It could end up… not working or-… it could… hurt.” With the humiliation of their topic of conversation, her ears came down almost instinctively to hide her face.

“Ok,” her sister surrendered. She slumped back into her seat and crossed her arms in a huff.

After a minute of silence, she interjected again.

“Well, if you’re not ready to deal with it then you need to get your mind off it.” She languidly exhaled. “I didn’t come all the way from Bunnyburrow to watch you mope and fret your way through my visit.”

Judy perked up a little, “ok.” She grinned and relaxed, relieved to be off of the topic of her love life. “Whadda’ you wanna’ do?” she chirped.

“Come on it’s me,” her sister sarcastically chortled. “Whaddaya’ think I wanna do?”

Judy was looking less excited by the moment.

“Oh… I don’t know Sophy.” She surveyed her apartment nervously. “Me and booze don’t really mix well. I’m telling you, last time was really bad.”

“I’ll watch out for you.” She said as if it were already decided. “You know me, I could drink a lake of liquor and still beat Jimmy at a spelling bee.”

They both had a good laugh, it was all true. She was comforted and reassured by her memories of Sophy drinking their mother under the table and still having enough sense left to win an argument with their dad afterward. If she could count on anyone to keep her out of trouble when the creature was involved it was her sister.

“… I guess.” Reluctantly, and for good reason.

……………….

She could vividly remember being very nervous, and reluctant to agree. Beyond that, it was bits and tiny pieces.  The sun for some of it and street lights for the rest. Spinning, euphoria-

“Loneliness?”

It was a lucid thought, the first to cross her mind since, and it brought her heavy head back to life. The moment she began to stir she regretted it. A deep thumping drum at the base of her brain shot lightning bolts of pain down her arms and legs. Burning up and nauseous, she was disoriented.

She powered through the pain. Her instinct said “bucket, trashcan, something… now!” She could only find a coffee cup she’d left on the tiny dresser, and as she hung off the edge of her bed she realized she wasn’t alone in her own bed.

“…Nick?” she grumbled in a daze and reached behind her feeling around for him.

“Mmmmm…” an unfamiliar moan.

Her hand was batted away, and the hand that did it was too small.

A shiver of terror rocked her entire body, big enough that nausea momentarily subsided. She fiercely needed to swallow for the sake of her painfully dry throat, but she had no saliva. Pain stacked on top of pain, on top of paralyzing fear. How she managed to turn around amazed even her.

When she did her terror was transformed.

She let out a sharp gasping sob and clutched at her mouth with a violently trembling fist. Horror, sorrow, and most of all regret swallowed her up like a sinkhole.  As she shoved him, she frantically looked for her phone… it was after eight in the morning.

Just as though fate, or god, or the unyielding pull of some all powerful being were punishing her, there came the sound of heavy footsteps in the hall outside her apartment. She’d trained her brain to stay calm in high-intensity situations, and so her first thought was “it could be anybody.”

If only it could be that easy… a mellow and melodic knocking came from her door.

She yelped, and forcibly yanked the covers off of her unidentified mistake. “Get up- get up- get the hell out of my house!” she whispered.

“… Judy?” A familiar muffled voice came through the door.

She took to slapping him, and as his groans grew loader she clamped her hand down over his mouth. He struggled and pushed her away. Sitting up and about to speak, he was interrupted by Nick’s voice from the other side of that door.

“C'mon carrots,” he sighed. “Look I-… I know when I’m in the wrong, alright? I’m sorry I was pushy. I promise I won’t bring it up again until you’re ready… and I’ll make it up to you… starting right now.”

“…” Tears ran off the crests of her cheeks, she’d never felt more rotten in all of her life.

“C'mon…” Nick pleaded, “Let me in I’ve got presents.” The knob turned, but it was locked.

In an absolute panic, she panted and stared at the strange rabbit in her bed. He seemed to have finally picked up on what was going on and hurriedly scrambled to get under the bed.  She could hear Nick’s keys rattling… too late.

…

When he stepped into the doorframe, time froze for all three of them.
Judy’s mortified gaze was glued on his face and nothing else. He looked shocked for that following handful of moments which felt like hours… and then everything went down in flames…

She gasped in fear as she helplessly watched the pain consume his face like wildfire. His mouth lightly hung open and his jaw trembled. His chest and shoulders began to rise and fall with the onset of adrenalin.

The bouquet of flowers he’d brought faintly crunched as it hit the floor of her apartment, and with it, she began pleading.

“Nick… please-… listen to me, it’s not-”

“IT’S NOT WHAT!?” He yelled,  shaking and panting for breath.

“I-… I never meant to-”

“Come on Judy!” He viciously growled. She flinched at how forceful it was, she was almost afraid he might hurt her. “I’m talking to you! It’s not WHAT!?”

As his labored breathing continued, she watched the violent anger subside. What it was replaced with she feared even more than that.

“Because-… because you know what it-… looks like?” His voice split, showing what he really felt under his raging facade.

“… Nick,” she whimpered.

His anger got it’s second wind, and he swiftly scooped up the bouquet of flowers. Without warning, he violently threw it at them. She shrieked as it seemed to almost explode on impact. She was given no more time for bargaining as her entire apartment was rattled by the force of the door slamming behind him.

She pulled her knees into her chest and slumped forward, yanking her ears and letting out a shrill and powerful scream… when it was quiet again only the sound of crying was left.

Her paramour rustled around behind her, most likely trying to make a quick exit. She lashed out at him, “Get out! Get out of my house!” she wailed and hit him with her balled up fists. He was able to slither out behind her, collect a few articles of his clothes strewn about the apartment, and look both ways down the hall before ducking out.

…

It had’to’ve been quiet for most of the morning until Nick showed up… but it hardly seemed noticeable compared to how suffocating it had become now. All alone again, she cried, bathed gently in the sliver of light left by the front door that unknown bunny had left slightly ajar.

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I was reluctant to do an infidelity story not because I didn’t want to, but because if you know it’s coming it sucks all of the emotional punch out of it. Just like in real life it hurts a whole lot more if you don’t see it coming, but this guy’s done a lot for me, and I really couldn’t let him down when he requested one… so there it is. Hope you enjoyed it so far, see you soon.