BACKSTORY 

Beginning, Creation, Childhood.

**OLD BACKSTORY NEEDS REWORKING** Finley Carter was 5 years old when the accident that plastered the new for two weeks had occured. He was an excitable rabbit, one that his parents often found hard to contain the energies of. Finley always seemed to find a way to get into things he wasn't supposed to, or get into places he was told not to go, as most toddlers often attempted. His parents were busy folkes. His mother, Heather Carterage 34, worked down at the drug store as a physian, and his father, Richard Carter age 39, worked at a toy factory where they had been working on creating more likeable, more realistic feeling toys. Richard loved his job, as he knew every toy he helped make would bring a smile to a child's face one day. Finley, unbeknownst to Finley now, also had a sister named Alice, who was 7 at the time, and spent most of her time watching over him. Like most sisters, she found herself rather annoyed having to watch the rambunctious 4 year old, a slip up that would cost her and her family everything. On one summer afternoon, Alice, Finley and their father, Richard, were outside i ntheir front yard. Richard had gotten a call from work that he had needed to take, putting Alice in charge of Finley. "it will only be a second." he had told her. He'd only turned his back for a moment, and Alice herself, seemingly annoyed, had been grabbing up toys for Finley to keep him entertained while her father was preoccupied. But in that single instant, the little rabbit who had his eyes set on the neighbor's dog went running out into the street towards the neighbor's house. There was no real time to stop what came next, It happened in an instant. Finley was struck by an oncoming truck, Just as Alice had been making her way frantically to the boy. The truck had shattered Finley's tiny ribcage, severed plates in his spine, knocking the child into unconsciousness, already barely hanging on. He was brought to the hospital, where he spent 3 weeks in a coma, one that unfortunately, it seemed he would not wake up from. His father and mother, clearly distraught, fought with everything they could to ake Finley up, to bring back their son. Richard talked to friends, collegues, those who worked in the factory, scientist who had been developing creatures, trying to give life to these man-made creations, to give children a toy that could think and live without the need of feeding or caring for them as a pet would. Richard was desperate. Finley's body was but a shell now, he was no longer there, and he was running out of options. He enlisted the help of Dr.Foresman to try and see if they could make him a new sort of body, a form that did not need to eat or drink or sleep, a form that would forever prevent their son from being hurt again with the help of stem cell research. They worked day and night, using stem cells, mixing compounds with the strange, vinyl-like substance they had been experimenting on for their own creatures. It was risky, and it was something Finley's mother would have never wanted for her deceased son, which was why Richard kept it a secret from his family. All he wanted was his son back, it didn't matter how or what he would become, he wanted his son to come home. But like their past failed attempts, it wasn't working. Finley was gone, it had seemed. the Doctor, his assistances and Richard packed the project up, sealed the remains of the substance they had created in cryo freeze and had forgotten about it. That was, until one day, the substance had seemed to morph and mold and grew a pulse that shocked Foreman. Finley's new form was growing, becoming alive, almost like being rebirthed into a new being. It was so incredible that Foreman's original plan of giving Finley back to his family was abandoned, and Finley was kept imprisioned in their facility to be tested, having pieces of his vinyl body being pulled for research and to see if things grew back like human skin did. several other beings were made in that time, the first of the line of creations that the scientists had attemptedto use the liquid that secreated from Fin's body. Deemed a failure, the bunny clones were destroyed, all but one whom Finley had bonded with and was allowed to keep. Bun Bun, is the name Finley had given it, as it was easy to pronounce. He lived many years in the facility, living a life of small cages and dark rooms, being taught by the facility workers there while being abused by others.

Teenage years to now.

At his 16 years of age, Finley had managed to make his escape. He doesn't remember how the escape had happened, but his pink bunny companion did. Bun Bun is connected to Finley more than he realizes. Though Bun Bun cannot speak, he can use Finley's body as a gateway to speak and move while the rabbit sleeps, and in an effort to save both of them, the pink creature forced the unconscious rabbit's body to attack one of the staff members there with a pen Finley used for drawing. The pair left, and made an escape out one of the fire exit doors. Finley ran for as long as his legs could, before Bun Bun, who had been partially controlling his movements, missteped and Finley had ended up cutting open his leg and waking the rabbit up. He was loosing air and the world became blurry, the last few fleeting moments from Fin's vision being a blurred form enclosing around him. He had woken up later on in the evneing inside the cozy house of Mrs. Mariah Strawthorne. the 62 year old tookcare of him from age 16 to 20 before she had passed on of an illness. Finley doesn't remember the trauma of being born, a much kept secret of Bun Bun, who has silently aided in helping him supress his memories for fear of the truth hurting him mentally and physically. Now at he age of 26, Finley lives with Gunner, a man he met at a museum who quickly became his soulmate, in a cozy suburban home near the beach of their town, Farwood.