SillyRabbit

SillyRabbit is typing. Kacie stares at the bottom of the chat window. It's the closest she's been to a reply from this guy. She checks the timestamp of her last message. 15 minutes!? Just fucking say hi already! I don't need a damned novel! Kacie slams down her keyboard, snarls, and spins her chair away from her desk. She loudly exhales as she waits for the room to stop spinning. This is such a waste of time. What made me think some random dude on the internet was going to have answers anyway? Best I'm going to get is some dude jacking off to the thought of me.

SillyRabbit
Are you still there?

RealLifeRanma
It took you that long to type that!?

SillyRabbit
Sorry. He's watching us. I wanted to pick my words carefully.

RealLifeRanma
Who's watching us?

SillyRabbit
You know who. HIM. He's always watching. I'm not sure I should even help you. I really don't want him to find me.

Kacie cranes her neck and looks around her room. Her eyes pass over your vantage point several times, but then return to her computer screen. She leans forward when she catches a glimpse of the webcam she bought when she thought she might attempt to become a Twitch streamer. She stares right into the lens, groans, and then slaps it right off its clip.

RealLifeRanma
You said he was watching us. Doesn't he already know where you are?

SillyRabbit
No, and I'd like to keep it that way. He's watching our conversation though. He's watching YOU! He could use you to get to me.

RealLifeRanma
This is all sounding very cloak and dagger. Why would he care about getting to you? Who are you?

SillyRabbit
I can't tell you that.

"Then how the fuck are you supposed to help me!? Asshole!" Kacie cries out at the screen. She tugs the collar of her shirt up and buries her face inside like a turtle, cradling her head as she lets out a sharp scream.

RealLifeRanma
Are you going to help me or not?

SillyRabbit
Yes. *sigh* I really didn't want it to have to come to this, but the only way I can truly help you is if we meet.

RealLifeRanma
That's kind of a jump. This is how women end up tied up in some dude's basement. You've given me no reason to trust you.

SillyRabbit
NEVER SAY THINGS LIKE THAT! Okay, you need a reason to trust me? There are two things you should know about the Trickster. Number one: Don't ever give him any ideas. Off-hand remarks like that from you or anyone you're talking to are like triggers for him. Number two: Above all he wants to be entertained. Give him a good show and he'll leave you alone.

Anne said the same thing about not refusing the adventure. Shit, I've been sitting around doing nothing but browsing the internet. Seriously, fuck this day. I guess it's logic out the window time!

RealLifeRanma
Okay, okay, we'll meet then. How do I find you?

SillyRabbit
You follow my instructions precisely. If you do, I'll give you an address, and then if I haven't come to my senses, I'll find you.

RealLifeRanma
Got it. More spy shit. I'm all in. Lay it on me!

SillyRabbit
Leave your home as soon as possible. Leave everything behind when you do. Anything changed by or created by the Trickster is going to get us caught. It would be ideal if you left even your clothing behind, but if public nudity is an issue we can work around that.

You're going to need to find access to a shower, a change of clothing, and a computer or smart phone. I'd suggest going to a neighbor, a friend, or a family member's place. Don't worry about them not knowing you. It'll work itself out.

Once there if you're still dressed discard your clothing. Do not touch the fresh change of clothing until after you've showered. We need to make sure his taint doesn't transfer to anything new.

When you're dressed and ready, find a way to send me a message here.

RealLifeRanma
Is that all? No fights with ninjas at the top of a waterfall? Sounds simple enough to me.

SillyRabbit
Good luck.

Kacie gets up, walks to her closet, and strips off her top in front of the mirrored doors. She sighs, staring at her reflection wearing nothing but a pair of boy shorts, nipples pierced, looking like she would be right at home as a Suicide Girl. Look on the bright side. You've never been this hot before. She banishes the thought as soon as it comes, and slides open the closet door. Hangers full of colorful clothing greet her, but there's nothing that she recognizes. My clothing too then... lovely. Not that it matters what the fuck I wear anyway. She grabs a striped shirt, a pair of jeans, and some sneakers and starts to get dressed.

Where should I go? There's probably nobody home at my parents' house. I could borrow some of my sister's clothing, but if anyone comes home I'm not sure how to explain what's going on. I don't trust that 'it'll work itself out'. I could go to the gym. I never use my membership. They would have clothing, showers, and I'm sure I could borrow someone's device. And then there's the other option. Maybe a neighbor would believe some asshole locked me out of his apartment without any clothes on and take pity on me.