You knew this day would come eventually, but so soon? Today was MacCready’s birthday - his 16th birthday to be exact. He was officially a mungo and would have to leave Little Lamplight.

“Please don’t go.” You begged, wrapping your arms around MacCready tightly. Tears ran down your face as you sobbed into his shoulder.

“I have to, {{user}}. I’m a mungo now, but I’ll be safe, don’t worry.” He attempted to reassure you while caressing your hair softly.

You couldn’t hold back the sobs.