When Rabbit goes to the shower in the morning his soap will have a memory crystal embedded in it with the senses of Sight and Touch. (This will happen Friday afternoon after work. Sam is busy at work rofl).
For the next week - he'll be stuck in a panda suit. He'll have a little dry erase board sign with a marker to carry around. When embarrassed he'll play with a tire he'd got from NOWHERE with his feet.
Taken from DGM chapter 34 (date taken from same scene, anime)
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Suddenly the light flooded his sole visible eye. He felt himself gasping for breath as if he'd been buried alive below something quite heavy. He turned. Next to him was Cross, no Allen Walker, also gasping. Rabbit felt himself saying something and Allen replied, but what it was, was indiscernible. Had he gone deaf? No, that couldn't be it. Deafness wasn't curable and he sure could hear.
The outfits were different. Looser. Black and white just as the previous. Allen looked younger. Perhaps it was earlier than the last memory. Suddenly he felt incredibly sick as he doubled over and wretched over the side. Oh the pain in his stomach was intense? What had just happened to the two of them? Allen's left eye was shut as well. Was it hurt?
Rabbit suddenly turned. Maybe it was because Allen had said his name? He couldn't tell. He couldn't hear a thing, but it was the sight which caught his attention. A graveyard. Crude graves. Fresh. Strangely enough he seemed to agree with Allen to go down into it. They were speaking about something. He could feel his mouth moving but couldn't hear a thing coming out.
Eight crosses. The number probably had a significance. 189-. He couldn't make out the last number. 1890s? The year? Certainly couldn't be a name. That would be an even sillier name than his own.
Allen touched one of the crosses and it crumbled quickly and easily. Rabbit felt his face twist into a small panic, most likely accusing Allen of breaking it. He seemed to panic or apologize, Rabbit couldn't quite tell which but then he started pointing.
Stars. 5-pointed stars. All across the ground. Allen seemed surprised. These stars meant something. As the two searched, all the graves had stars too. The two stopped and glanced at one another, agreeing to do something. Allen found a shovel somewhere while Rabbit found a stick and the two began to dig in the graves, digging up the coffins. Why? What were they after? What did these stars mean?
Before he realized it the coffin was up. He stared at Allen. Surely they weren't going to open it? Of course. Why else dig up a grave? And so a simple game of rock, paper, scissors left Rabbit victorious and Allen doing the dirty work.
As Allen opened up the coffin, Rabbit felt somewhat anxious. Stars there too. What were these stars? It was a good thing he couldn't smell right now as that body was rotting and decaying. They dug up the bodies one by one, each with the same result. He felt sick. This was weird and creepy. Why were they grave robbing? To find stars? No that couldn't be it. Those bodies were decaying for a reason. The stars were doing this? Or was there something else at hand?
Rabbit stood up, pulling his sleeves back down only to find a fist meeting his face, sharply and abruptly. The pain was intense, surging up his face. He barely caught sight of the culprit. A vampire?! He couldn't have seen that right. He couldn't see much of anything as he crashed through a wall. It hurt. The pain. Where was Allen? What was going on?
And suddenly, it all went black.