{"id":292,"date":"2014-12-30T05:10:52","date_gmt":"2014-12-30T05:10:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dreamers-sanctuary.com\/00carter\/?page_id=292"},"modified":"2022-01-31T22:15:01","modified_gmt":"2022-02-01T04:15:01","slug":"part8","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/dreamers-sanctuary.com\/00carter\/episodes\/episode5\/part8\/","title":{"rendered":"Part 8"},"content":{"rendered":"

Episode 5: \u00a0Bunnies in Black<\/em><\/strong><\/h3>\n

Part 8<\/strong><\/h4>\n

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There was a ladder on the sidewalk — left by some window-washer, no doubt — but, staggering through the streets of LA, Donnie barely saw it. In fact, though he was normally quite superstitious, he walked right under it without any thought of bad luck, too out of sorts to know he had done it.<\/p>\n

Both his crotch and his mind were on fire now. His thoughts were jumbled, chaotic. He hadn\u2019t felt right since he\u2019d slept with that Playmate, and now\u2026 now… He couldn\u2019t even make sense of how he felt; his brain was too muddled, his senses foggy.<\/p>\n

He willed himself to think straight. He was supposed to be doing research for Dr. Rough. Never before had Donnie been given such an important mission. He liked to think it was because Dr. Rough trusted him, deemed him worthy of such a task, but he knew deep down that he\u2019d only been given the assignment because of who he was — who his brother was. \u201cYour brother\u2019s prior experience with this type of plot just may prove valuable to me,\u201d Dr. Rough had said before he sent Donnie to Los Angeles. The fact that he\u2019d been chosen for the mission by default made it that much more imperative that he succeed. If he pleased Dr. Rough and earned his master\u2019s favor, he knew there would be more missions. He could rise up through the ranks of FANS and become one of Dr. Rough\u2019s most prized agents, second only to Drums.<\/p>\n

If only he could collect the information Dr. Rough wanted. He could not fail\u2026<\/p>\n

He tried to concentrate on the task at hand, tried to push the Playmate from his mind. Every time he allowed his thoughts to stray from Dr. Rough and his mission, the blonde Bunny invaded his brain. He didn\u2019t remember her name, but he could not forget her kisses\u2026 her touch\u2026 the way her silicone breasts pushed against his chest as he straddled her beautiful body.<\/p>\n

His breath came in shallow gasps, and he felt himself grow hard and hot at the mere memory of her. He longed to go back to the Mansion or anywhere where he could find another girl like her to relieve his desire. But in the back of his mind, he remembered his mission and knew he had to get over to his brother\u2019s place instead.<\/p>\n

Now\u2026 where was it he lived? Donnie had been there many times, yet he found he could hardly remember. He felt strange like he was high off some drug, yet he\u2019d had nothing to eat or drink and was perfectly sober. He shook his head rapidly like a wet dog, hoping it might bring him out of this stupor. Yet, when he stopped, he felt even dizzier.<\/p>\n

He stumbled to a nearby bus stop and dragged his thumb down the bus schedule, trying to decipher which bus would get him closest to his brother\u2019s neighborhood. But the numbers, times, and destinations blurred and wavered before his eyes; he couldn\u2019t focus enough to comprehend them. Instead, his mind\u2019s eye went over every detail of his Playboy Bunny\u2019s body, following her tanned, flawless skin from the part in her platinum blonde hair, so natural it didn\u2019t even show dark roots, to the tips of her perfectly pedicured toes.<\/p>\n

Unaware of what he was doing, he began to remove his clothing, one article at a time. When the next bus pulled up to the curb and lurched to a stop in front of him, he boarded with the others waiting at the stop, deaf to their shouts of protest.<\/p>\n

The residents of Los Angeles, accustomed to witnessing strange things in the city, stared up the aisle in bewilderment at the slight, pasty man quivering in his white briefs at the front of the bus. As he gazed back at them with eyes that were not quite in focus, they heard him whimper, \u201cDo you know why you\u2019re afraid when you\u2019re alone?\u201d<\/p>\n

Donnie had started to tremble, filled with a sudden sense of dread he could not explain.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026I do. I do.\u201d<\/p>\n

The bus driver turned toward him, hand poised over the lever that shut the door. \u201cSir, you need to get off this bus. You can\u2019t be comin\u2019 on here with no clothes on.\u201d<\/p>\n

Donnie looked at her without seeing and shook his head. \u201cYou don\u2019t know so many things.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know you ain\u2019t welcome on my bus half-naked! \u2018Specially if you ain\u2019t got no bus fare. And I don\u2019t see no pockets for you to keep your change in, now do I?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019M NOT GIVIN\u2019 YOU NOTHIN\u2019!\u201d<\/p>\n

The driver met his crazed eyes with a level glare. \u201cThen you\u2019d best get your white ass off my bus.\u201d<\/p>\n

Donnie did not move; he stood there and quivered, rubbing at his skin, which suddenly itched like mad. \u201cSome people\u2026 they call me Freak. I am\u2026 I am a freak.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUh-huh.\u201d The driver nodded; her expression had softened into one of pity. \u201cCan you tell me your name?\u201d<\/p>\n

Instead, he heard the Playmate\u2019s sultry purr. \u201cWhat\u2019s your name, big boy?\u201d<\/em> Donnie — his name was Donnie. A fact which he constantly had to remind Dr. Rough of when his master mistakenly called him Danny. He hated to be called Danny.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t you know me, hero?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m afraid I don\u2019t, but why don\u2019t you tell me your name and where you\u2019re trying to go? Maybe I can help you,\u201d the driver said more kindly now.<\/p>\n

Donnie shook from head to toe. \u201cI don\u2019t wanna be afraid no more\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAfraid of what?\u201d When the man didn\u2019t answer her, she tried asking, \u201cWhat do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWHAT HE PROMISED ME!\u201d Donnie exploded. \u201cI want what he promised me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd what\u2019s that? Who\u2019s \u2018he\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\n

Donnie didn\u2019t answer; he began to rock back and forth, hugging his bare chest.<\/p>\n

The bus driver sighed. \u201cSir, I\u2019m afraid you\u2019re gonna have to get off my bus now, or I\u2019m gonna have to call the cops. I\u2019ve got a schedule to follow, and you\u2019re holdin\u2019 me and all these people up. Now, come on, off you go.\u201d She pointed firmly to the open door.<\/p>\n

Donnie shook his head, his eyes darting wildly to the strangers who sat before him. \u201cYou were wrong\u2026 you were wrong. NOW LOOK AT ME!\u201d he screamed, without understanding why he was saying the things he was.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ve seen plenty of you, trust me,\u201d the driver replied tartly. \u201cYou\u2019re almost nude.\u201d<\/p>\n

He turned to her with miserable eyes. \u201cYou forgot cursed.\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Dr. Rough continued to pace across the hotel room\u2019s thin carpet, back and forth, back and forth. What was taking so long? He should have known better than to send him, but damn it, he\u2019d thought Donnie would be able to handle it. Apparently, he\u2019d been wrong. His minion hadn\u2019t checked in yet; he had no status report on how things had gone down.<\/p>\n

Dr. Rough sat down, then stood, and then sat back down. What was going on?<\/p>\n

\u201cCurses! I might as well go find him myself; I can\u2019t keep waiting around like this,\u201d he muttered, turning and making his way out of his suite.<\/p>\n

Nearly an hour later, he stepped out of the limo, brushing the non-existent dirt off his immaculate black trousers, and looked around. The Playboy Mansion was quiet\u2026 too quiet.<\/p>\n

Making his way carefully towards the entrance, he tried to keep his eyes peeled for anything unusual, but there was nothing. Dr. Rough stroked the ferret in his arms slowly. Something had happened here; he could feel it. And where the hell was Donnie?<\/p>\n

His minion had contacted him earlier with possible news, so he had planned to meet him. Whispers from his own sources of \u201codd happenings\u201d inside the Playboy Mansion had brought him to Los Angeles, his eyes and ears wide open for any information he might be able to use to his own benefit. So here he was, and yet, he saw nothing, heard nothing but his own footsteps.<\/p>\n

Walking up to the door, he rang the doorbell and rolled his eyes at the elaborate chime. He waited and waited. No one came to the door. He pressed the button again. Still, no one came. Slowly, he made his way around the Mansion. There were none of the scantily clad women the home was known for around anywhere.<\/p>\n

Sighing heavily, he made his way back around to the front. He shouldn\u2019t have had to be there; he had people to do his scut work for him. Someone would pay for dragging him out here for no reason. He had no answers except Donnie — it all came back to Donnie. Dr. Rough wondered if this was what parents felt like when their kid came home late from a date.<\/p>\n

\u201cLooks like my kid has missed curfew, Dr. Twitches, and Daddy doesn\u2019t like that, no he doesn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dr. Rough made his way back into the limo, taking one last look at the Mansion before slipping his sunglasses back on and putting the tinted window back up.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Back in his hotel suite, Dr. Rough took the mug off of the tray and waved the uniformed man away, leaning back in his chair, propping his feet up on the elaborate table. He sipped at his coffee, trying not to let his anger get the best of him. He was expecting Donnie to knock on the door any minute, sputtering and quivering like he always did with some lousy excuse as to why he was so late.<\/p>\n

Taking a calming breath, he reached out and flicked the TV on, flipping idly through the stations. Over nine hundred channels and nothing good on. What he wouldn\u2019t give for a good evil doctor taking over the world movie. Who really wanted a hero? Seriously.<\/p>\n

He continued to flip through the stations when a news report caught his eye. His eyes widened, and his feet dropped like lead weights to the floor as he turned the volume up.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ve just received word that the beloved Hugh Hefner, founder and creator of the popular Playboy franchise, was pronounced dead today from a fatal heart attack.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Dr. Rough listened intently. This was not good.<\/p>\n

\u201cReports are still coming in as to exactly what happened. We sent a field reporter to the Playboy Mansion but were unable to learn any more details. We\u2019ve reached out to Mr. Hefner\u2019s rep for a comment, but he has yet to return our calls. Condolences have already started to flood in; the world is clearly shocked by the loss of such a revered man, who was so well-loved.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Dr. Rough raised an eyebrow. Was that so?<\/p>\n

\u201cWe will keep you updated as more information becomes available.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

He started to turn the TV off to mull over this turn of events when, suddenly, Donnie\u2019s face appeared on the screen. Dr. Rough stood abruptly, the chair rolling back and hitting the wall with a dull thud.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd in other entertainment news, the brother of Oscar-nominated actor Mark Wahlberg was found trying to board a bus naked in downtown LA earlier today. Though the identity of the man was unknown at first, authorities later identified him as thirty-six-year-old Donnie Wahlberg.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

The news story transitioned to an interview with the bus driver.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe tried to get on the bus, ya know? He was naked, and I said to him, you can\u2019t be on this bus with no fare and no clothes. He seemed like he was freaked out, kind of disoriented, rambling about getting what he was promised and screaming at all of us to look at him.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cThe police have Wahlberg in custody. Mark Wahlberg\u2019s rep could not be reached for comment.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Leave it to Donnie to screw things up. \u201cShit!\u201d Dr. Rough stood and stormed out. He had to get him away from the police and fast.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u201cHello, Angels!\u201d Nick smiled as four familiar faces appeared on the mission screens.<\/p>\n

\u201cHi, Nick!\u201d three of the four responded. Emerald simply rolled her eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cNice to see you too, Avril.\u201d Nick winked.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m no angel of yours.\u201d She shook her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cTechnically, we were Bunnies,\u201d Diamond piped up.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Bunnies in Black,\u201d Red agreed.<\/p>\n

Pearl started singing under her breath, \u201cHere come the Bunnies in Black\u2026 galaxy defenders\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Jay pushed his head into view of the camera. \u201cHey Nick, can you tell me how Shazam\u2019s mission is going?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHere come the Bunnies in Black\u2026 they won\u2019t let you remember\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cI dunno. He\u2019s getting shot at by someone\u2026\u201d Nick shrugged. \u201c So how did the Bunny mission go, then?\u201d<\/p>\n

Pearl stopped singing. \u201cGreat! I got a cone of silence!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA cone of\u2026 what?\u201d Nick stared at the screen with a baffled look.<\/p>\n

She held up a small conical device and pointed to a minuscule button. \u201cWhen you press this, it enwraps an almost holographic cone around you and absorbs all noise. No one can hear anything inside the cone!\u201d With a gleeful laugh, Pearl held up the other device: a small cube. \u201cI have no idea what this is because it didn\u2019t do anything. I can\u2019t wait to play with it later!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re just going to\u2026 play with it?\u201d Nick swallowed in bewilderment.<\/p>\n

Emerald shook her head. \u201cDon\u2019t mind her. She\u2019s just at her own private convention.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, what happened with the other Bunnies and Hugh?\u201d Nick leaned toward the screen.<\/p>\n

Emerald crossed her arms. \u201cWell, Brian was there…\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick rolled his eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cI can see you, 00Disaster.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick crossed his arms, too. \u201cCanada,\u201d he mumbled under his breath.<\/p>\n

Emerald shook her head. \u201cThese two agents from the FBI came and decided they would issue a cover-up.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFBI?\u201d Nick scowled. \u201cFirst, we have the CIA working with us, and now the FBI? I thought we were about saving the world, not ourselves!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSometimes it\u2019s necessary,\u201d Jay interrupted.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease.\u201d Emerald shook her head. \u201cWe did all the work, and they came in, took the evidence, and swept everything under the rug. Including alien Playboy Bunnies and the baby! They\u2019re practically stealing human identities!\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick slammed his hand on the counter. \u201cThey took the evidence? What is this, the United Conspiracy of America?!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd they took the ship!\u201d Emerald continued to rant.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere was a ship?!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was incredibly advanced!\u201d Pearl stuck her head back into the screen\u2019s view.<\/p>\n

\u201cThink of everything you could have done with it! They\u2019ll probably just make weapons!\u201d Nick slammed his hand on the counter again.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat I want to know,\u201d Red interjected, \u201cis how they\u2019re going to deal with that baby\u2026\u201d Her voice lowered a little, a pained expression crossing her face.<\/p>\n

Jay folded his arms. \u201cWell, no one knows about that but us\u2026 or at least, that we know of\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, how did Jim and Bree have an alien baby when neither one is an alien?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe don\u2019t know that,\u201d Pearl disagreed. \u201cNo one knew the Bunnies were aliens either.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe did mention that he had sex with a Playmate,\u201d Jay reminded them.<\/p>\n

Red lowered her head and crossed her arms. \u201cSo it obviously goes back to the Playmates\u2026 but how? Maybe something like an STD\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Emerald shook her head again. \u201cThis is what\u2019s wrong with this country.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat isn\u2019t wrong with this country?\u201d Nick smirked.<\/p>\n

\u201cWow\u2026 did they just agree on something, Jay?\u201d Diamond put her hand on his shoulder. \u201cMaybe that means we can all take a break when we get back.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe this is a good sign?\u201d Jay shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s just being good because he knows I\u2019ll kill him when I get back.\u201d Pearl winked.<\/p>\n

\u201cI already said I was sorry,\u201d Nick pouted.<\/p>\n

Pearl put her hand to her head. \u201cI don\u2019t know how I\u2019ll repair my lab, fix the bra, and upgrade whatever new phone Diamond gets\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI was wondering why I hadn\u2019t gotten a text in a while\u2026\u201d Nick rubbed the back of his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy poor phone\u2026\u201d Diamond sniffled.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat about the bra? Doesn\u2019t that make you sad? It looked good.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA bra I\u2019ve never seen, Nick? I can\u2019t text Lancy with a bra.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick smirked. \u201cHow about your Bunny costume?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, it–\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c008!\u201d K\u2019s voice rang through the hall.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s 00Carter!\u201d Nick shouted back.<\/p>\n

\u201cI believe your superiors are allowed to call you whatever they like.\u201d K chuckled as he entered the room.<\/p>\n

Nick crossed his arms. \u201cSo am I on mission screen duty anymore?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can go wait for your Bunnies to come back.\u201d The briefest hint of a smile formed on K\u2019s lips.<\/p>\n

With a stretch, Nick stood from the chair excitedly.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut remember, I won\u2019t hold Pearl accountable for what she does to you when that helicopter lands.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick groaned.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh,\u201d K smirked, \u201cand it\u2019s good you finally agree with Emerald on something.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick whipped around. \u201cWho told you?!\u201d<\/p>\n

K continued to smirk. \u201cJust remember that the next time you\u2019re paired with Emerald or Shazam\u2026 in the near future.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick groaned again and stormed out of the lab. \u201cFucking hell!\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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Episode 5: \u00a0Bunnies in Black Part 8   There was a ladder on the sidewalk — left by some window-washer, no doubt — but, staggering through the streets of LA, Donnie barely saw it. In fact, though he was normally quite superstitious, he walked right under it without any thought\u2026<\/p>\n

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