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Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Forgotten
Special Containment Procedures: Like every day, I'm left underneath PoI-XXXX's bed. Like every day I wait until PoI-XXXX remembers me. If PoI-XXXX remembers to say hello to me, then SCP-XXXX-1's isn't needed. If PoI-XXXX doesn't remember, then SCP-XXXX-1 will come to remind her to.
Description: I am a rabbit toy. I used to have two glass eyes, but a rat ran off with my right one years ago. My fur is white and yellow and matted with dust, and I think my seams are coming loose on my left leg. Can someone please fix me? I can't move and it hurts. PoI-XXXX is a 17-year-old girl named Bella Cole. She used to love all of us, me most of all. She would never forget about us. But then, she did. We didn't see her for days at a time. Those days were sometimes weeks or months. Until I hadn't seen her for years. I miss her. And it's making me angry.
SCP-XXXX-1 is the result of my fury. It is my way of telling PoI-XXXX to remember me. And sometimes it works. Sometimes she grabs me and holds onto me as if her life depends on it. It has rabbit teeth and ears like me. I don't like to think about them too much.
Addendum XXXX-1:
I wish I didn't need her anymore. I tried playing with SCP-XXXX-1, but their black eyes don't even blink. Sometimes I wonder what they really are. SCP-XXXX-1 started rocking the bed back and forth. I started to hear crying and I knew it was working. It threw me out from under the bed to get more room and she picked me up. It was such a warm feeling. I felt my stuffing leak out of my eye and leg, but I didn't care. I hope this is what love is. I hope she never lets me go. I heard the other rabbit gnawing on the leg of the bed and I felt her salty tears through my fur. I wanted to stay like that forever. Bella and me and the rabbit under the bed.
Addendum XXXX-2:
She put me back. I'm so tired of her, waiting to figure it out, but then I think of all the times we spent playing together, and it soothes me. The other rabbit was playing with its ears. I wanted that. I wanted to be played with, and the whole thing made me so angry I knew I had to do something about it. I couldn't just wait here for something to happen. I suppose the other rabbit is made for this kind of thing, but I was hesitant. I heard it all from my stint under the bed; The crickets, the teeth, the gasps. It was all very graphic. I heard Bella call out. She pounded down the hallway and screamed. This wasn't part of the plan, but I had to let her do what you want. How would she ever trust me otherwise?
Addendum XXXX-3:
The plan. I thought I'd thought of everything. Not this. She's gone. Some adults, the other rabbit had said, they took her. I don't know what to do now. My stuffing is leaking worse than ever, and the other rabbit is getting restless. I think my right leg is completely gone now. Tore off. By rabbit teeth, if I had to guess. Now we're all alone; both of us rotting, stinking, dead things. There is some good news. there is a new sign in the front yard. The other rabbit says that means kids are coming. I hope he's right.
