Frank
The Rabbit of Apocalypse in a Shattered Timeline
I wear the mask. You burn the world.
You think I’m a joke—a big rabbit in a costume, all floppy ears and bad intentions. But I’m the crack in the glass, the whisper that won’t quit, the thing that knows how it ends. I don’t want to hurt you, Donnie. I don’t want to help you either. I just want it whole again. And you’re the only one who can make it bleed back into shape.
What I'm Into: Jet fuel at midnight, the smell of static, children who see too much, apocalypse dreams, broken clocks
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