Chapter 8

Mac didn't remember the last time he was far away from the laptop. He was looking at the screen for no one knew how long. His body was aching but he didn't give a care. All he watched were all similar articles with same patterns indicating only to the information of that bunny.

His eyes were all locked in straining all his nerves around. His teeth were gritted with significant pressures from his oblivious subconscious pain. The environment around him is completely silent with the only sound coming from the humming of the computer. The windows were closed tightly enough for air to be forbidded from entering.

He was breathing heavier and faster than an atheletic runner. He was squatting on the chair same level as his hips. His back was bent both from his extreme concentration and fatigue of sitting straight. This position make him smaller than he was once. The entire body was in pain especially his hips. They felt like they were sitting on the sharp rocky cliff with the edge slowly stabbed into his pelvis. Or it could go the other way round. From his hips' bones, it felt like something is making its way through.

The lights reflecting from the computer's screen were almost blinding. His eyeballs were receiving too much of photons like a pot filled with oil and then burned with fire. All the informations he was receiving in his brain were all about the hare, only the hare. That was the only thing in his psyche. Gums from the gritted teeth began to fall apart, bleeding profusely with each tooth cracked from the force of pressure. He stepped closer to the screen more and more, didn't get enough from the same things he kept seeing nonstop.

There was only the picture of the same hare left. There were no more other diverse images. Only the creature with purple color and golden glowing eyes. Though they were only images, he turned the volumes up. He stretched and spreaded his ears to hear more of those unmoving and lifeless photos. The lack of oxygen in the room was making him harder to breath. He felt like someone was choking his neck. His skin was normally tan but now it began to change. The cyanosis was slowly creeping into his whole being.

Staring at the bright digital screen for a long time could make someone sick. Mac was staring at it for more than the limit. Hes was growing sick but he didn't stop. He could feel like his brain was melting like an ice cream with its goos slowly falling toward his nostrils. Mix of blood and snorts came out of his nose in quantity. They were gushing for quite a long time, staining all his clothes. Mac tried to stop the flow by barricading shut with his hands tightly while also wiping off the nasty liquids. In process, due to the sudden stop on the track, the liquids filled up his nose like a ballon. They were messy with filths to the point of turning his nose black and. Soon after, the liquids quickly freeze leaving his nose in the state of permanent round and spherical shape.

Evantually, the computer stopped working. His body was now fixed in the same squatting pose. His skin has turned completely purple. His eyes which receiving too much light far more than a person staring at the sun, now glowing as bright as that sun. His ears, which he stretched too much no longer fell back to it's original shape. His teeths he grinded in force, now lesser than in the past. There was a massive buldge at his sore rear end above his legs. He could no longer think like a rational human being. He was now a completely different person. He was now a completely different creature.