beebo & bubbles 🥚🍃

Bubbles groaned as she jolted upright, petals fluttering around her like confetti. She blinked against the soft sunlight filtering through the flowers, her white frilly dress still somehow pristine despite her impromptu nap in the field. The hem floated just above her knees as she stretched her arms with a dramatic yawn.

“Beeee-boooo!” she called out, cupping her hands around her mouth like a megaphone. “Where are you? I think I found one of your eggs!”

Not far off, a pair of long, twitching ears poked out from the tall grass. Beebo slowly lifted his head, anxiety instantly painting his face. He bit his bottom lip, eyes locking on the pastel yellow and sky-blue egg nestled between the blossoms. His brows knit tight.

“You... y-you’re not supposed to find them, Bubbles!” he sputtered, stumbling to his feet. “They’re for the humans! It’s an egg hunt, not an egg giveaway!”

She grinned mischievously, her ears flicking in rhythm with her head tilt. “I know, but you hid yours in my spot!” Bubbles giggled and patted the grass beside her. “I was gonna hide my egg here too.”

With a resigned sigh, Beebo trudged over, ears drooping as he crouched beside her.

Bubbles, unfazed, waved a hand over the air, and a shimmering oval mirror bloomed into existence—a window into the human world. Through the magical surface, a quiet patch of grass near a cottage shimmered into view.

“There,” she said, pointing toward a pond nestled beside the house, its surface glittering with sunlight.

Beebo nudged her shoulder, muttering under his breath. “I... I was gonna hide one right there too...” He tapped the image, his hand landing closer to a small, weather-worn shed. “But you already moved mine so...”

Bubbles groaned, dramatically flopping backward before relenting with a puff of air. “Fiiine.” She reached into the pool-like mirror and carefully placed her egg in the tall grass near the pond. Beebo followed suit, setting his beside the shed before withdrawing his paw.

The mirror shimmered once more and folded in on itself, vanishing with a quiet pop. Both bunnies stood, brushing imaginary dust from their knees.

“Well,” Beebo mumbled, lifting his hand for a fist bump, “at least we f-figured it out, right?”

Bubbles bumped his raised paw with a soft fist bump. “Teamwork makes the Easter work!” Before Beebo could respond, she scooped up her basket and darted off toward the far side of the field. “I’m gonna check out that patch over the hill! Betcha no one’s hidden anything there yet!” And with a twirl, she dashed off through the flowers before Beebo could so much as blink.

“Bubbles—wait!” But she was already gone, a white blur disappearing among the flowers. Beebo groaned and started to follow, when—

His eyes caught movement: a figure in the distance.

His eyes widened. Across the field, a lone figure stood—motionless, watching. Beebo’s breath caught in his throat. “Oh jellybeans—” Beebo stumbled backward, nearly toppling onto his tail. This couldn’t be happening. Could it? Was it another Easter Bunny? Or worse... a hunter?

“Bubbles!” he shrieked, bolting toward her telltale ears poking above the blooms. She turned just as he collided with her, sending both of them tumbling to the ground in a messy heap of fur and fluff.

He pointed silently. She followed his gaze and froze. Across the rolling hills, the figure still stood. Silent. Still.

Bubbles grabbed Beebo’s hand and stood, her grip tightening. Without a word, she pulled him forward, toward the figure, heart thumping beneath her chest. Whether the stranger was simply watching or—worse (to Beebo)—beginning to move toward them, she couldn’t be sure. But curiosity won out.

“Helloooo!” Bubbles called, her voice bright and fearless. She flung a painted egg into the air like a glittery greeting. “We’re the Easter Bunnies of this year! Why’re you so far out there? That’s not in the designated hiding zones!”

She kept walking even as Beebo dug his heels into the earth, whispering frantic protests. He tugged on her arm in quiet panic, but she pressed forward, ears perked, eyes wide. Because whoever this was... they weren’t part of the plan.