You hold on as tight as you can, not yet able to will yourself to let go. Of all the horrible footwear below you, these two were undoubtedly the least offensive of the lot.
Whatever shoe you decided to land on would determine your fate, and you're not sure which would be best. One shoe looked far nicer than the other. The custom-made loafer smelled so much more fragrant than all of the other shoes. It was almost nice, even. The person who owned it had to be rich...
Which meant they had the money to keep you trapped forever in some giant mansion. It may not be a worse fate than some of the other shoes, but it was one you probably wouldn't ever escape from. If you actually wanted a long-term chance to get free from whomever 'won' you, this wasn't it.
"Uh...little guy...are you really just going to stay there?"
The worn sandal was a wildcard. It didn't smell too bad at all. Whoever owned it probably didn't have as much money as the one with the custom-made loafer. That didn't mean they couldn't be cruel, though. It was a far riskier play than the loafer, but it had the possibility of escape.
"...seriously? Did your brain break or something? "
Then there were those notes. You could barely make them out, but whatever was in them was no good. They were probably some horrible instructions for the rabbit to torment you further, like 'turn them into an insole', or 'shrink them down to the size of an ant'. There's a chance they might just leave you the way you are. If only there was a way to read them from this far...away...
You lose your train of thought when you meet the furious gaze of the rabbit. Cute as he is, he can be absolutely terrifying when he wants to be. It helps a lot that he completely dwarfs you in size at the moment.
"You're taking your sweet time. You know I've got other games to go through, don't you? I'm a very busy bun."
You shudder. How many people does this twisted bunny plan on tormenting today?
"Is it because you're scared of falling? It's not gonna hurt, dummy. Here.
You yelp as the rabbit suddenly grabs onto the clothesline and pulls it down. You're closer to the shoes than ever before, though the forcefullness of the rabbit only makes you more terrified.
"Cmon. Isn't that enough for you? Or are you having second thoughts? you want I can let go..."
"Y-Yes! Let go!"
The grin he gives you is even more terrifying than the glare.
"Alrighty!"
All the tension he was putting on the clothesline releases in an instant. You're sent flying, almost to the end of the line, but not close enough to reach the other side.
You don't manage to grab the rope when you fall back down. It's so close that you can feel it on the tips of your fingers, but not close enough.
You fall, the fragrant smell of cocoa butter giving way to something far more foul.
"Whoops~."
The bunny watches with an amused expression as you descend, until you finally land inside...
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