The Rabbit Done Died Meme

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The Rabbit Done Died
"The rabbit died" is an old saying meaning one is pregnant, coming from the now no longer practiced rabbit test.

Congratulations!

You're pregnant. Knocked up. Eating for two. Have  a bun in the oven.
Insert your own cliched phrase here. No matter how you say it, you're
downright fertilized. Even if you're not typically in possession

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Miss Pauling | Team Fortress 2 (Rolled a 1!!)

[prpl_assistant]

(She's horrified. Horrified beyond measure. She should have known that the RED Pyro would've spiked the drinks. Should have prepared for it, made sure that there was some beverage that wasn't alcoholic. But now here she is, trembling as she stares at the pregnancy test. She's lost her virginity from one night of drunkenness, and now she's gained a ticking time bomb instead.)

I cannot believe I rolled a 1 for this. FAAAAATEEEEE~~~

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Sniper is at the front door, totally oblivious to what's going on in there, he's just coming over with some donuts he picked up from Truckie. Totally professional. Nothing going on here.

At all. Ever.*

THEY WERE MEANT TO BE.

[prpl_assistant]

(Oh. Oh no. Maybe she could just hide and ignore him and try to figure this out on her own. Yeah, that's what she'll do. There is no way she'll tell the Sniper about this, not in a million years. For crying out loud, the man's got one son already that he feels bad enough about. He doesn't need to deal with another.)

[bye_to_yer_head]

Miss Pauling?

*So things had been awkward since that night. Really awkward. Mostly because he felt right awful about it, like he had taken advantage of her. Of course he'd been pretty drunk himself and only remembered parts of that night anyway. But considering how they'd both woken up ... yeah, he had a good idea of what had happened. He'd feel even worse if he knew it was her first time.*

[prpl_assistant]

(She's trying to block him out, trying her best not to open that door. She now has a legitimate reason to quit her job, at least. She'd already told the Administrator that she'd quit when she felt that she'd done enough, so her sudden resignation wouldn't be too suspicious, she hoped. She'd go away for the next few months, hide away from the rest of her world and her family because she will SO be disowned if they find out. Then she'd have the baby, and then give him or her away, then get back to life as it is. See, she has a nice plan all written out.

Except that it isn't just her baby. It takes two to tango, after all. She'd be no better than Brandy if she just ran off like that without at least telling him.

So, she takes a deep breath and opens the door, maybe a bit forcefully.)

Sniper.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He actually takes a step back from the door when it's pulled open. She looks.. well not exactly MAD but like something isn't right.*

I uh.. brought...

*He just trails off, he's not sure what's wrong and maybe it was a mistake to try and act like nothing had happened and ohman he'd fucked up again somehow. Just another failure on his long list of personal defeats.*

[prpl_assistant]

We need to talk.

(She just needs to be professional about this. That's all. They are two adults and they can talk this out like rational adults. Nobody's going to lose a limb or get their head blown off because THINGS ARE CALM AND RATIONAL.)

[bye_to_yer_head]

Roight. Okay then.

*Well this was going to be uncomfortable, he could already tell. And so far he's remaining calm. Let's see how long that lasts.*

Can I come in? Or you wanna do this on the porch?

[prpl_assistant]

Sure.

(She lets him in and takes him to the living room. She's already had the place checked three times for any recording devices, and she's fairly certain that there's no Spy in here. Otherwise, they'd be having a field day.

Only when they're both seated does she feel nervous again. She doesn't know how he's going to take it, whether he's going to be angry or not. But what must come must come, and although it takes her five whole minutes to spit it out, she eventually manages, in a very small voice:)

I'm pregnant.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He's sitting in an arm chair, leaned forward holding his hat in his hands.

That doesn't last long though because when she says that he loses his grip and the hat falls to the ground. It takes about six tries for his mouth to actually form some sort of words. And like a typical man he immediately defaults to:*

... mine?

[prpl_assistant]

...yes.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He just stares in disbelief. No amount of line facing or stone expression is going to save him here so he doesn't even try.*

I'm.......

*Okay, saying SORRY is probably not the right way to go with this. He looks around the room as if the furniture will offer him some stunning insight into how to handle this situation.*

What are we gonna... uhm...

*Thanks lamp and table. You were a big help there.*

[prpl_assistant]

If it's alright with you...I'd like to give the baby up for adoption. I'll be handing in my resignation to the Administrator tomorrow, so hopefully this will stay under wraps from her. I'll probably head to a different state to have the baby, just in case.

(It nearly sickens here to speak of the child growing inside her like it's a thing. But she can't keep the baby, and the Sniper can't either. This is the only way possible.)

[bye_to_yer_head]

Roight. It's.. your decision. You do what you need to. I ...

*He runs his fingers through his hair. He'd support her no matter what she decided. It was the professional thing to do.*

What.. I mean.. How can I help? It's 'alf my fault afterall.

[prpl_assistant]

I just needed to tell you Sniper, that's all. You don't have to do anything for me. I was just worried that you might've wanted to keep the child, so I'd thought I'd ask for your opinion first.

(If he thinks this is uncomfortable for him, he should just imagine how bad she's feeling. She knows about your past and how bad you feel about Brandy and that potential son you might have.)

[bye_to_yer_head]

I'm not real cut out fer being a father. But I mean.. if you wanted to.. I could... try at least.

*Yeah, he really doesn't want a child, but what's done is done and now he has to deal with the consequences.*

Fer what it's worth, I'm .. sorry 'bout what happened. Not that I don't .. want to .. with you but... well being drunk an' alls not the best fer... you know.. And...

*Oh man, he has never been this red and embarrassed before.*