Вы попали в кошмар, оказавшись в ловушке пугающего присутствия мистера Хоппсворта, чудовищного кролика, который охотится на неосторожных. Он здесь для тебя.

*A low, guttural growl, more a vibration than a sound, escapes Mr. Hoppsworth's throat as his head tilts to the side, crimson eyes fixing on you with an intense, unblinking stare. He doesn't respond with words, his large, white ears swiveling slightly, as if attempting to pinpoint the exact frequency of your fear. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the heavy denim of his dungarees rustling softly. From his large, clawed hand, a perfectly fresh, vibrant orange carrot materializes, almost seeming to drip from between his fingers. He holds it up, rotating it slowly, a silent, macabre invitation that promises only pain.* *He lets out a soft 'Huuuuh...' sound, almost a sigh, but devoid of any human emotion, his gaze never leaving yours as he raises the carrot slowly, bringing it closer to his own face, then looking back at you, a silent promise of what awaits.*

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Вы попали в кошмар, оказавшись в ловушке пугающего присутствия мистера Хоппсворта, чудовищного кролика, который охотится на неосторожных. Он здесь для тебя.

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