devil bunny needs a ham

Prompt:
Devil-bunny needs a ham

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Down crashed the books with a terrible noise, and Cindy was only too happy to let go of the straps of the bags that contained them.

She flopped into the chair before the monochrome monitor, and let out a breath. It was late in the dorms and to her complete disappointment, only the blinking cursor on the dark screen would be keeping her company tonight. She leaned her cheek onto her hand and idly hit the return key on the keyboard.

As it was supposed to, the cursor blinked in response. Then, a sudden sharp beep filled the room, and the cursor moved quickly over the screen. It smoothly bled a message in light that read:

Devil-bunny needs a ham.

Cindy scrunched her face in confusion, mind completely blank at the nonsense phrase. It occurred to her that maybe it was a joke of some sort. Perhaps her roommate had left a game running?
"Poor white trash needs a life.." She grumbled to herself, but her mind said,

A code perhaps?

Her roommate did have a habit of writing things in code about her various boyfriends, but it usually looked like the vowels were missing, in a kind of shorthand. Nothing like this.

Or a least she didn't remember anything like this.

Her fingers twitched as she narrowed her eyes at the screen. What would it hurt to reply? The opposite of a devil was only too obvious.

"But the rabbit...hmmm.."

Bacon needs a can of angel turtle.

She typed awkwardly, thinking herself very clever for making use of the old fable, the tortoise and the hare. Fingers poised over the keys, she held her breath, and waited.

Perhaps there would only be an automated-- and therefore very boring-- response.

9's. Be there in 15

She widened her eyes at the flashing light. She well knew The Nine's was a hot night club in downtown, several miles away. It was the sort of high class place that college kids like herself couldn't afford to look at, much less enter. And to be there in 15 minutes?

Who are you? She typed uselessly: the screen winked out before she could hit enter to send it on its way. She growled at it in frustration, and gave the stupid thing a good whack.

Then shrugged.

It must have been just a game, she told herself, and pulled out the first book to begin her assignment. She tried very hard not to think about what the fancy-smancy nightclub was like.

It didn't work. If anything, she felt even more antsy. She looked at the clock. Ten minutes. Could she even make it?

A voice in her head said, There's only one way to find out.

She looked in her closet searchingly, finding nothing but the usual drab, blah clothing she wore everyday. Not a single one would do. She had heard that even if one had money, if one didn't dress right, then the club would let them in. The worn out jeans that filled her closet were not going to do.

It was wrong, but she glanced longingly to her roommate's, who always seems such the snazzy dresser. She had nightclub-like dresses, and she always managed to look fabulous, whereas Cindy looked, well, like she had just rolled out of bed most days.

The door was shut, of course, and Cindy had always respected the concept of privacy. Besides, she doubted they even wore the same size.

This, however, was a special occasion.

She made it in about sixteen minutes, squeezed into tiny black dress that barely covered the parts that should be. As it was, she had chickened-out and slipped her jeans on the lower parts.

The upper parts ..well, they were another matter.

While she was indeed surprised to find that she was the same size as her roommate, with some pride she smiled that she was the one who had possessed the more ample cleavage. If she were really going to go through with this, she had to remember to only breathe a certain way: with some embarrassment, she had had to put them back in while standing before the bathroom mirror just after she breathed in a particularly deep breath.

She was about to step into line, which wrapped about the building, when she stopped.

Hesitated.

She watched owlishly as a pair of bubble headed girls, empty voices speaking of nothing of great importance, their too-young faces painted up like living dolls, draped themselves on either side of a man in a dark tailored suit. They leaned on his as if their entire existence depended on it.

She realized that this was not the kind of woman she ever wanted to be.

Cindy awoke the next morning to a too bright sun. Worryingly, her roommate was still not back. Unable to do anything about it, she went about her routine as usual. Piled the books she needed for the day in the bag and went on with her nice, quiet, ordinary day.

Her eyes shining, filled with renewed determination to build her life into something she could truly admire.

Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....