Runway Bunny (As Corrupted by Kardash Kimian)
Once there was a little bunny who wanted to be the most famous fashion icon in the world.
“I am going to run away and become a runway model,” said the little bunny.
“If you become a runway model,” said his mother, adjusting her oversized sunglasses, “I will become your personal stylist and make sure you always look flawless.”
“But what if I run away and become a mysterious haute couture muse, living in Paris, drinking tiny espressos and wearing outfits that make no sense?” asked the little bunny.
“If you become a Parisian haute couture muse,” said his mother, “I will launch a SKIMS Paris collection made entirely of invisible fabric and show up at your front-row seat unannounced.”
The little bunny pouted. “Fine, then I will become a minimalist influencer who only wears monochrome and speaks in ASMR.”
“If you become a minimalist influencer,” said his mother, “I will create a limited-edition makeup line called No Makeup that sells out in three minutes and forces you to do a GRWM video featuring only SKKN products.”
“Ugh, okay, then I will go live in the Metaverse where no one can find me,” said the little bunny.
His mother smirked. “Sweetie, I own the Metaverse. I’ll just buy a digital bunny mansion right next to yours and we’ll collab on a virtual perfume line.”
The little bunny stomped his furry little foot. “Mom, I just want some independence!”
“I totally get it, babe,” said his mother, scrolling on her phone. “You want to carve out your own identity. I had the same struggle when I broke out of reality TV and became a legal expert, business mogul, and global fashion powerhouse.”
The little bunny sighed. “Fine. I’ll stay.”
“Good choice,” said his mother. “Now let’s work on your signature walk. Remember—shoulders back, chin up, effortless pout.”
And so the little bunny stayed, knowing that no matter where he went, his momager would always be three steps ahead with a new business plan.
The End.
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