Hutch

Wonderland Casino. A place of happiness, sadness, joy, despair, and alcohol.  Gambling was a greed bun’s best friend. It was the pièce de résistance of their entire greedy lives.  For some, they lost all their winnings and ended up on Angora’s short leash. But for others, they went home with bags of moolah. Happy, content, and hooked on the game of chance that now c...

Morgan was peacefully enjoying a nice cup of coffee with Shibani. Sipping away as the other explained the intricacies of the perfect nap. He’d met up with Shibani a few times over the last year. He’d really helped him understand the value of the perfect nap.  “The idea is, to get a good spot, I’m telling you, my pillow pile is the best nap spot. It’s well-napped, some comfy pillows and a good blanket go a l...

Matthias had stepped out of his workshop for only a few minutes, just long enough to grab the leftovers from the last time he'd been dragged out to a restaurant and scarf enough of it down to steady his hands. He had been spending the last few hours painting a doll, something that he was unwilling to risk messing up. He was only gone for a few minutes. And, when he swings the door of the room open, it's blatantly obvious that in that time, the room that was supposed to be empty h...

     Heart beating and feet pounding, Mikayla shot through the entrance of the shop and whirled around, a black ball of smoke passing behind her. She slammed the door and turned the lock just before the doll chasing her hit the glass and exhaled smoke, beating on the frame. “You bitch! I’ll fuckin’ kill you!”      “Good luck breaking the door down dumbass!” Mikayla stuck out her tongue and g...

A faint September light shines gently over the Burrowgatory as Azuca arrives at the post office to sort out the packages to be delivered today. When she got inside the building, a lone pet carrier was waiting for her. She drops her satchel on the nearest table before inching closer to the carrer. The bun quietly peers inside and discovers a phloof snuggled against its own tail. Azuca makes coo coo noises as the imp perks up happily after sensing her presence. ...

“No, you can’t pawn an imp.” Intrusive thoughts flooded the little bun’s mind: What are we, a charity case? Doesn’t this bun see that we only trade inanimate objects? How is an imp even supposed to be of value? They’re pests! The cu...