Aro was no stranger to whatever Bunny was going through. An orphan like him who had complex feelings about his brothe—Aro shook his head, allowing his mind to wretch away from the only family he had and who he did not claim.

However, it was both hate and care that made that type of human connection complex.

With Bunny right in front of him, Aro wanted to take whatever she was feeling away and make it his own. He would be able to handle it. He was strong. He was able to eradicate guilt and replace it with anger, madness, and hate.

"Every time I block him," she hiccupped, and he shook his head, cutting her off.

"I'll make it stop," he concluded.

Bunny lifted her face and sniffled. "You're not going to kill him, are you?"

He laughed at how scared she looked, tilting his head at her, and peering at her with challenging eyes.

"And what if I do?"

She punched him, sadness and tears dissipating. Bunny pursed her lips.

"You do not dare lay a hand on Devine Formaster!"

Aro made a face. "Is that his full name?"

Bunny gasped, hands going up to cover her mouth. "It's Fullerton!"

She was lying now, Aro could tell. He wiped her wet face with one hand before standing up. Clicking his tongue at Beebo who was awkwardly standing on the side (Beebo had never seen tears before unless from Google Images and the poor robot was still trying to learn how to deal with teary sadness), he told Beebo to put Bunny to bed.

"What about my phone?" she asked.

"I need it—"

"No!" she exclaimed, but he grabbed the phone and raised it above his head. "Beebo, look at him!"

"Master is mean," Beebo bleeped and Aro asked whose side he was on. "Oh... right."

Bunny finally caved, Beebo leading her out of the basement to finally get some sleep.

Aro stared at the phone numbers that were used to send her the text messages. How would he be able to stop the texts from coming in? Should he find a way to block every number that wasn't his, Champion, Maxwell, and the rest of the Superheroes?

No, Aro thought, what if Bunny had friends who wanted to reach out to her? That wouldn't work.

Chewing on his bottom lip, he decided that he'd find out who Devine Formaster was and block every number that would be registered under his name. Most likely he used the same identity to purchase the number. The chats were in blue.

"He sends his messages through Wifi," Aro murmured, tapping his hands on the screen. "If there is Wifi, there is an IP address..."

Block everything that would come from the same IP address. He did that. Quick check, each message came from a different IP address and from all over the world. How was Devine doing that? How could he have multiple IP addresses— Aro paused. Was he using a VPN?

The numbers were already blocked. Bunny did it prior, which means she already tried her best to not see anything that came to her phone. Aro was sure she would have tried to change her number multiple times too.

He accidentally pressed into one of the chatlogs, seeing what Devine was texting her. His lips moved while his eyes skimmed the messages. Hot searing anger shot through his chest and down to his stomach, Aro looking up to control his anger.

"What a fucking pig," he whispered under his breath.

That night, Aro stayed up with newfound passion.

Except this passion was not something of his own.

All he wanted to do was to protect her.

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"Bunny tell Beebo now. What did evil man say?" Beebo asked, closing the door behind him.

"If I tell you anything, you will tell Aro," I told Beebo and it pulled on my right pigtail with its claw hand. I pouted at him.

"Beebo cannot say no when Master demands information. This brain is not Beebo's."

"You have no brain," I said, tapping its metal head.

"Ouch," Beebo murmured. It patted the bed, the slight whirring from the machine make me smile. "Comfort mode activated. Everything will be okay, Bunny. Master will fix it. Master always does."

"I know," I whispered, my eyelids going heavy.

"Smother mode?" Beebo asked, opening its big metal arms before it rotated to switch to a softer material hidden under the metal. "Beebo has a lot of love to give. Beebo give Bunny."

I opened my arms, wrapping them around him.

"Thank you, Beebo. I love you," I said sleepily. Beebo bleeped.

"Beebo love you, too. Beebo happy to have met Bunny."

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