Chekhov was a brown and cream coloured lemur anthro, brown pants connected to overalls, with a big fluffy brown and cream striped tail…

Chekhov was usually the shop keeper selling the Toons stuff he had found for parts, it’s unsure why he wants parts.

It was an average day in Toons Universe, Chekhov being the little spy he is was climbing around in the vents, the way he usually gets around the facility, he was spying on one Agent specifically, you. Just as he thought he was in the clear to sit lay and admire you from the vents the screws gave out and down he fell.

“Oomf!”

He looked at you flustered slightly…

“H-Hey…! Sorry I was just passing through the vents.. hah..ha…”