All folks in this story are mine.
Roy-A sixteen year old dutch patterned rabbit with white fur, black patches over his eyes, black ears, firey red dreadlocks which are his pride and joy, and overly long lop ears filled with DYI peircings. He's got tons of siblings all whom are girls except for himself and his two younger brothers. Most of his siblings do not have the same father so they vary pretty widely in looks. Roy wants to be a punk rock sensation, while balancing it with school, his family, and work.
Spencer-an elven year old himalayan patterned rabbit who's quiet and who has over the past year or so begun to get quite moody and withdrawn. 
Terry-Roy's youngest brother (though not youngest sibling). a ten year old, who most people is just a little slow due to his overbabyish habits. Roy is incredibly over protective of his youngest brother and will get into a fist fight over someone even looking at him funny. Terry dosen't really seem to relize that anyone thinks he's strange, and he worships the ground his two older brothers walk on and dosen't like to go out into public without some sort of security item like a favorite blanket or stuffed toy. 

Warnings: Incredibly mild accidental violence (inw:a swift kick to the balls), breif mentions of imagined gore.

Roy had been on stage all night,and the show had gone great. He's was a mess of sweat and cake make-up but, it was all worth it to see the croud cheering like they had. Yeah, it was local. Yeah, it was mostly people he knew, but they'd all been there to see him, to see him sing. 
Roy's throat felt ravaged, maybe he'd done one too many 'growls' up on the stage, but fuck it. He felt amazing. People were out there screaming for his band, screaming for Maggot Farm. They also screamed for the next band, Roadkill revenge, but, and he knew, he should at least go out and clap for them, but, he just didn't feel like it. He flopped down in the 'back stage' area as it was, with the rest of the storage and sighed contently, nabbing his bottle of water off of one of the many boxes and took a long drink, smiling to himself like a fool. 
He wanted at this moment, more than anything to give his mother and his sister a big old fuck you for telling him for all of those years that no one would come to see a rabbit sing 'dirty spooky music' rabbit's just wern't built for that kind of thing. fuck them. fuck that drunk whore, and her minature. He sighed and ran his hands through his deep red dreads, and fuck her for being pregnant, again. Roy already had more siblings than he knew what to do with, and another baby ment roy, as the second oldest would have even less time for his music. His sister sure as shit never helped out.
He wasn't going to let thinking about them ruin his night though. Nah it'd been too good a night, he was feeling pumped. Roy bounded in his seat a bit and took another drink from his piss warm water bottle and then jumped up to his feet, feeling the intense urge to run around. He wasn't going to do that though. You did not run around in  white, gore-ridden face paint, that just wasn't cool.
He'd wash the make up off at home, and then hit the truck stop and get some grub, then maybe see if there were any decent parties to crash. First though, he needed to get his bag out of the van and get his cough drops. Fuck his throat hurt. Those growls were pure-death metal, not really somthing that fit his horror-punk band, but he loved to do it, it made him feel so bad ass, and he loved the ocassional look of shock he saw on peoples faces when that noise came outta a 'cute little bunny'. fuck em. He was scary, he was rad. He was also fucking hungry.
He got up and headed out through the thankfully unplugged fire exist and headed for the van. It wasn't -his- band but, thankfully, it'd become the band van. He opened up the back and grabbed his rotten old backpack before he headed off for the bus stop. He could have bummed a ride, and he knew that but he was just too pumped, he didn't want the magic of the night to be ruined just yet by sitting in that over crouded, air freshener reeking van.  There was already waaay too much overcrouded in his life.
The bus came and within the hour Roy was walking though the beer can cluttered yard to his trailer. He kicked one of the cans out of the way and wondered where, if she was even at home that his mother would be passed out in the house. He pulled the door open to darkness, which wasn't very strange considering the lateness of the hour and wandered inside. The trailer he and his family lived in was large enough, but with as many kids as there were, it felt impossible cramped. Three bedrooms, a small kitchen, a collection of broken down furniture that he figured still classified as a living room. He kicked a rag doll out of his way and headed for his room. His being in huge quotations as he shared the room with both of his brothers (He and his brothers were the only  boys of the massive family) . He figured, that was lucky enough though, as all the girls were crammed into the other room across the hall.
When Roy opened the door of his room, he saw the older of his two brothers fast asleep in the upper bunk of the bed that he shared with their younger brother, however, Roy's younger brother's bed was empty, save for all of Terry's stuffed animals. Roy frowned and walked over to the bed, and pulled the covers back just to make sure that his brother was infact absent.
"Terry?" he asked, doing his best to keep quiet as he didn't want to wake Spencer up in the process. Of course his younger brother didn't answer him, that would have made things too easy. Roy sighed and ran his hand through his dreads again, his eyes slowly turning to the back of the room, which he'd curtained off years ago to give himself just the faintest semblance of privacy. 
He pulled back the dusty black curtain that created his 'room' and as he'd suspected would be the case, found his younger brother curled up in his bed his head entirely buried under the covers, as, he disliked the 'scary' posters that Roy kept on the wall. Roy debated letting Terry just sleep through the night, but..well..he sort of just wanted to be able to sleep in his own bed when he got home later, and his brother weighed practically nothing so it wouldn't be too much of a pain to just move him.  
Roy walked over to the bed and peeled the covers off of Terry, before looking down at his little brother. Terry was going to be ten soon, but he was small for his age, and acted much younger than he was, which concerned Roy, as other children occasionally picked on him for being 'slow'. This wasn't true of course,at least not in Roy's opinion, Terry just took things at his own pace, and he'd catch up with everyone else eventually he was sure. 
He reached down and smoothed Terry's soft glossy hair, and pushed it out of his face. "C'mon little bro..time to go back into your own bed."
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Terry didn't hear the sounds of his brother moving around the bedroom or even coming over to the bed. He was sleeping heavily and having himself a fantastic dream about the time that roy had taken him to the amusement park. That had been a fantastic day, they'd ridden on the teacups,and mason bought him a big stuffed toy which still lay on his bedside. He dreamed about the pizza his brother had bought him, and...then suddenty about the horrible haunted house. He tried to push it from his dream. the devilish face on the front, all of the scary decorations and paintings. He tossed and turned, not wanting to see that house, not even in his sleep. The he felt it, the monsterous claws that suddenly shot from the haunted houses front door reaching for his head. They wanted to tear it off!
He opened his eyes screaming up at the monsterous visage above him, the flaming hair, the bloodshot eyes, and the horrible corpselike visage. The terrible thing had long black smudges around his hideous eyes. Horrible black rot that ran all the way down to it's cheeks.  It was touching his head, grabbing his hair.
Terry tried to push the hands away. his screams growing louder and louder  as he tried to stop the monster from tearng him apart. "Nonononono." He screeched, and then squarely kicked the thing, squarely in the groin.
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Roy gasped and sank down onto his knees as Terry squarely destroyed his package "T-Terry!" He gasped his voice even rougher than it had been already "T-terry it's Roy bud.." He swore under his breath and took another sharp breath "Fuuu..." he forced himself not to say the rest of the word.
Terry peered over the side of Roy's bed at the once-monster-now-brother figure that was on the ground and his cheeks grew intensely red. The small bunny began to sniffle before big fat tears started to well up in his eyes "R-roooyyyyy" he said reaching both of his skinny arms out to his brother "a monster caamme"
Roy did his best to remind himself how much he loved his younger brother, despite the fact that he'd just ruined him in a single blow. The feeling of the recent blow welled in his stomache and he had to take another sharp breath "It's..it's c-cool bro" he said trying to overcome the dull ache in his guts.
Roy could of course, after all of this yelling hear the sounds of Spencer movinng in his bed. 'great now he's up too' Roy thought and slowly pushed himself back up to his feet. or at least he crawled onto his own bed and sit on th side. He noticed Terry was still staring at him with some wide eyed fright now that he was getting a second look at him "Ah..Terry.." he said trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice "it's my stage make up bro..you know that.." He took in another kiss of breath and glanced at his other brother who was now staring at him with a cranky look "Sorry Pen." he said "go back to sleep everythings cool."
He glanced at Terry and pulled him over, and immediately felt Terry breath begin to quicken in fright, and sighed "I'll go wash it off." he rose slowly and stiffy, feeling Terry' eyes on him as he moved. His little brother was sniffling too so it was unlikely he'd be able toa actually get out of the house again now. 
Roy ruffled his little brothers hair. "I'll go get the light and wash my face bud...you wanna just sleep in my bed tonight? I just gotta get some dinner first...". Terry was still sniffling. Roy walked over and took his younger brother's arm gently "Come on. you can come with. We won't tell mom you were up past your bedtime kay?"
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Terry sat on the edge of the toilet as he watched the horrible monster- face of his brother go down the drain of the bathroom sink. Now Roy was Roy again like he was soposed to be. Terry pulled his legs up to his chest and peered over his knees, watching as Roy ran the wash cloth over his face, and took out the scary red contacts. He rocked a bit in place and looked away, not wanting to see Roy's face until it was entirely back to normal.
He could tell that his brother was annoyed with him. Maybe he even hated him now, he couldn't be sure. He peeked at Roy over his shoulder as his brother dried his face. "R-roy.." his voice trembled, threatening fresh tears "I'm sorry I kicked you.." he wiggled his feet and looked down at the dirty linolium floor. 
"It's cool." Roy said his voice calm now and not funny or annoyed sounding like it had been. Terry peeked again and his brothers face was clean now. "You want a sandwich or somthing too bud?" his brother offered. Terry's ears perked up "Yes!" getting to eat dinner alone with his oldest brother was a special kind of treat, and roy always cut the crusts off his sandwich,and remembed the icky stuff that he didn't like. 
Roy hugged Terry, and it made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and safe. He always felt safe when Roy was home. He knew that he'd never let anything happen to him. He looked up at his now normal again brother and gave him a smile. Roy smiled back. That was enough.
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Roy yawned as he dug though the dirty fridge hoping to be able to scrounge up -somthing- to give himself and Terry. He found half an onion and some peanutbutter, and digging deeper in the fridge he also found one of the seemingly endless packages of cheap eyelids and assholes style hotdogs that they always seemed to have. He sighed, before looking back out at Terry "Uh you want a hot dog or a peanut butter sandwich kiddo?"
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About an hour later Terry had eaten his hotdog,while Roy ate his monsterous peanutbutter and onion sandwich. Terry wondered how in the world his brother could even think of eating somthing like that, but, never acutally questioned him about it. It was time to go back to bed now, and really his own bed looked incredibly cold and unappealing. Once they were in the doorway of the room, Terry pleaded with Roy with his eyes, and again he heard his brother sigh. He'd been sighing a lot lately, but Terry couldn't really figure out why. 
Roy gave him a smile, Terry smiled back, and Roy ruffled his hair. He liked when his brother did that. "You uh, wanna just sleep in my bed tonight Terry-berry?" he asked making the offer that Terry had been praying to hear. He loved when Roy let him curl up next to him with the nights were too filled with monsters or it was too loud outside. He nodded eagarly and ran for Roy's bed, diving under his soft black comforter.
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Terry was out like a light in minuets, but Roy couldn't sleep. His little brother was taking up most of his bed and breathing quietly. What was this kid gonna do when Roy moved out and got his own place. Would he have to take him with him? It was getting harder and harder to find time for himself lately. He was missing band practices, the only thing he really, really cared about, and work was staring to wear him down enough that it was showing in his grades. If he didn't work though he couldn't know that there would be food in the kitchen for siblings, and he wouldn't have money for the things the band needed. Sure eveyone pitched in but costumes and make up wern't cheap, the van needed gas, sometimes they even had to get a hotel room if they booked a gig in the city and those never payed much. Hell a few places had even tried to pay them in beer tickets that they were all way too young to use,or in coupons for other local bussinesses. What shit. they needed the exposer, but what shit. 
Roy stared up the ceiling and covered his face with his hands. Maybe things would look better in the morning. He just had to keep telling himself that. Things would look better in the morning.