“Hey, P-P-Petes?” Rabbit whispered from the doorway in front of Peter Walter VI’s study, as she toyed with the fringe of her skirt. Her eyes were downcast and she was still, a sharp change from her usual bubblyness.
“Heya, Rabbs. What’s up?” Peter asked, barely looking up from the paperwork he was doing.
Rabbit approached Peter’s desk and sat carefully in the chair across from him. “Petes… I think, no, I know today-day-day is important… but I can’t re-re-remember why.” Her eyes searched the keyhole-masked face.
Peter stiffened and put his pen down, clasping his hands together as he stared at the robot girl in front of him.
“I woulda asked Th’Spine but… I don’t kn-know, I just couldn’t!” Rabbit said sadly, mistaking Peter’s silence for judgement. She knew she was forgetting something and she knew it was extremely important; the fact that she couldn’t even begin to think of what she wasn’t remembering upset her.
A sigh escaped Peter as he figured out the best way to tell Rabbit what she’d forgotten. He knew that a memory slip this bad would eat her up inside for a while. “Rabbit… Today is one of your brother’s birthdays. Er, build-days rather.” He watched her face as realization hit her.
“Oh no, no-no-no how could I…?” She balled her fists and squeezed her eyes shut. “How could I?!” she cried out.
“Rabbit, it isn’t your fault-” Peter starts as he stands, intending to comfort her.
“Yes it is! How could I for-for-forget The Jon’s build-day?!” she yells, oil leaking from her eyes as she shook. “I’m the worst sis-sis-sis-sis-sis” She covers her mouth and shakes her head.
“It’s okay, I promise you it isn’t your fault, ever since-”
“Don’t say it!” she screamed, covering her ears as she stood.
“Rabbit, there’s no need to celebrate his birthday anymore anyway!” Peter cried, then tensed when he realized how harsh that sounded.
She felt his words like a hammer to the chest. Her hands dropped to her sides as she stared dumbstruck, unable to say anything.
“Please, that’s not what I-”
“You’re right.” she whispered, face emotionless aside from the oil that still dripped from her eyes. “He-he-he’s gone. No more birthdays.” With that, Rabbit turned and walked from the room.
Peter watched her go, sadness tightening his chest. He knew she wouldn’t want to talk to him, not for a while. She needed time to herself and he knew to respect that.