Written as an exercise in free-writing for this prompt

They said it would take me down the rabbit hole. I thought that was a metaphor, that it would take me out of my mundane life and drop me into somewhere interesting.

First problem. The rabbit hole was real, and it hurt trying squeeze in. At least it was bigger on the inside than on the outside.

Second problem. There were a lot of rabbits.

Now, when I said a lot, you probably envisioned a couple hundred, a moderately large lair of lagomorphs. That was what I thought too. The top level of the rabbit hole was dirt and tunnels, and I had to squirm about on my belly to fit. The rabbits didn't talk there, but with their squeaks they tried to direct me to the surface. I thought they were cute, back then.

But I'd been promised a rabbit hole, and I wasn't going to give up quite that easily. After... days? Weeks? Of trying to get deeper, I finally found the stairs. I was shocked at the time, to find a stone spiral staircase at the bottom of a rabbit hole, especially one that wasn't quite big enough to be comfortable for a human. I smiled as I descended. This sort of weirdness was what I had hoped for when I took the red pill.

The staircase was of cool cobble stone, lit by a luminescent moss. When I touched the top step, the rabbits that had been so politely trying to shoo me out at last became violent. The fluffy balls of cuteness grabbed at my pant legs, hopped viciously at my kness, and squeaked what I assumed were dreadful insults. I ignored them, entranced by the mystery of it all. I should have realized they were trying to warn me, to help, when none of them dared to to follow me down.

The stairs went on and on, until I wondered if I would ever reach the bottom. Fortunately, that became less of an issue when I reached a slippery stair and slid down the rest of the way on my butt. I spilled out onto the next level into a great hall fit for a castle, surrounded by larger rabbits that came up to my mid-thigh. These intrepid animals were wearing armor and carried clubs, and perhaps the only reason I survived is that they were as shocked as I was by my arrival.

For the first time in days, I was able to stand full upright, as the room was finally tall enough, and it was only then that the hare horde attacked. The battle was long and grueling, and I prefer not to think back on those traumatic times. I will simply say that my shins were black and blue by the end, and I'd become the world's greatest expert at rabbit punting.

The second level was larger, and all built in stone construction. These larger rabbits had a medieval level of technology, and I always found myself surprised by the tools they wielded, appropriately sized for their frames. Without the sun, I don't know how long it took, kicking my way through a rabbit town, fending off the occasional attack when enough rabbits gathered, sometimes stealing food (I will never get over the taste of carrots) but eventually I found the way to go deeper.

This path downwards was an escalator, nearly the size that I would have expected for a human one. It felt like it took days for me to reach the bottom, but when I did, I could only stare.

This level could have been a modern subway station, with tiled floors, electric lights, and metal fixtures all about. A subway car, exactly like a human one, arrived with that same familiar sound. The rabbits here came up to my shoulder, although at least fewer of them were armed. The moment I arrived at the bottom of the escalator, most of them ran away, and a few opened fire.

It must have taken me a month, learning to use rabbit guns, figuring out the layout of the tunnels and which trains connected to where, and slowly turning into a rabbit-specialized Rambo in the never-ending tunnels. But as I'd expected, that wasn't the deepest layer. I almost turned back when I found the empty shaft, glowing with a faint blue light. I might never have worked up the courage to step into the void if I hadn't seen a rabbit arrive, floating up on what was clearly an anti-gravity shaft.

Honestly, that should have been my first hint as to what was going on. But I was committed by then, and I descended without much thought.

There'd been a pattern, and I can only blame myself for ignoring it. And this is why I've written this book. You may think me mad. You may think it a mere flight of fancy. But I have to get the word out.

At the bottom of every rabbit hole, is a bigger rabbit hole, with two-foot rabbits at the medieval level.

At the bottom of that hole, is yet a bigger hole, with shoulder-height rabbits with a modern level of technology.

And if you keep on going down and step out of that anti-gravity device, you'll see how deep the rabbit hole goes. The rabbits there are giants, hit to squash a human like a bug. The tunnels there are lined with a material I couldn't recognize and lit with technology I've never imagined. And deep below the Earth, these giants rabbits are laboring on a massive, floating orb, and one of them was kind enough to explain to me that it was for melting the surface of the Earth, to finally get rid of the humans so that the rabbit race can rise.

Be afraid, fellow humans. BEWARE THE RABBITS. PREPARE TO FIGHT!