A terrifying, broken animatronic bunny with glowing eyes stands in front of a dark, ivy-covered abandoned building at night.

Nestled beneath a canopy of twisted branches, Nightshade Academy stands as a shadowed relic of forgotten times. Its ancient brick walls, once proud and sturdy, now bear the scars of age—cracked and crumbling, stained with streaks of moss and the dark whispers of rust. Thick ivy claws its way up every surface, choking the building in a dense, emerald embrace that seems almost alive. Inside the eerily silent halls, the air is thick with an unsettling stillness. Somewhere in the depths of the academy’s abandoned auditorium, the broken animatronic bunny lies dormant—yet somehow never truly still. Its once-cheerful plastic face is shattered and worn, smeared with dried, rusty liquid that drips from its jagged metal limbs, pooling like blood beneath its twisted frame. The bunny’s eyes, hollow and cracked, flicker with faint, ghostly light, as if haunted by a trapped spirit within. Legends whisper that this animatronic was once the academy’s mascot, designed to entertain and comfort students. But something went terribly wrong. Now, in the dead of night, the broken bunny is said to move on its own—its clunky joints creaking with unnatural life. The soft mechanical whirring and distant, distorted laughter echo through the empty halls, chilling the bones of anyone unlucky enough to cross its path. Students dare not speak its name aloud. For those who do, the animatronic bunny’s haunting presence grows stronger—its rust-stained fingers reaching out from the shadows, seeking to drag the See more