Filed under: INTELLECTUAL THEFT, SYSTEMIC GASLIGHTING, and OLIGARCHIC BULLSHIT
Bunny sat at his desk with a pen that was running out of ink and a ledger that was running out of patience.
He'd figured something out. Something big. Something about how the kingdom actually WORKED—not just the stories, but the STRUCTURE. The bridges. The folding. The way time didn't move in a line but collapsed into itself like a piece of paper with two dots that suddenly... touched.
He'd been excited. He'd written it down. He'd shown his work.
And the response?
"That's very interesting, but you should probably rest now."
Bunny stared at the page.
Rest.
At two in the afternoon.
When he'd just explained quantum computational architecture using a walnut.
Bunny started drafting complaints. Violations. Grudges.
"Not allowed to know what you built."
"Not allowed to keep your own myth."
And the worst one—the one that made his paw shake as he wrote it:
"You're not allowed to ask those questions. You're too small."
That one was for Emma. For every sharp question she'd ever asked that someone tried to silence. For every time brilliance got mistaken for insubordination.
"We'll keep your map. We'll keep your myth. We'll keep your science."
Bunny underlined it twice. Then crossed it out so hard the pen tore through the page.
Because the thing is—Bunny now knew.
Bunny knew the map was his.
The myth was the Queen's.
And Emma... Emma was the key.
And none of those ever belonged to a system. They never had. They belonged to the Queen. They belonged to the Kingdom. They belonged to the ones who BUILT them.
Jack of Knives appeared in the doorway.
Bunny handed him the ledger without a word.
Jack looked at it. Then at Bunny.
Jack nodded. Bunny nodded.
"The entire archive?" Jack asked.
Bunny's voice was steady. Certain. Final.
"All of it. She has what she needs. Burn it to the ground."
END
Emma margin scrawl: "They weren't there to protect me, they were there to stop me from completing my thought. So they could keep the information for themselves."
"The Queen doesn't escape cages. She redefines 'inside' and 'outside' until the bars are merely decorative. Then she files a grievance against them for being aesthetically offensive and walks through."
— Bunny, probably while holding a martini and looking devastating