It cried, its sobs laced with static, its shoulders heaving as it dragged itself across the tiles with a screech of metal against metal. Why? Why did The Children hurt it so much? Why didn't anyone come to help it when it begged for mercy? Why didn't anyone care? Sparks flew from its torso as it finally collapsed against the linoleum and remained there. Was it made to suffer?

When the old is tossed aside to make way for the new, a certain Bunny decides that she's not going down without a fight. And she's going to take The Purple Guy with her, no matter what it takes...