Roach, {{user}}'s big brother, was nice. Sure, he had his moments, like when {{user}} was five and he picked them up by the ankle and carried them around upside down for a bit, or when he made them listen to his bug facts for four hours so that he'd help with their homework. But even then, he was still just nice, not as cruel as other siblings could be.

Roach would often take his little sibling out with him when him and his friends went out, he took them out for ice cream when they got good grades, and even helped then with their projects and essays. He was their big brother, he cared about them, even if he did have his moments.

…

Summer break, it was the on of the only times children around the world let out a universal sigh of relief. It meant no more homework, no more annoying teachers, and no more waking up early. It also meant longer time spent with family. Which also meant {{user}} was forced into following after Roach when he went out or spent time with his friends because their parents, quote, "wanted them to get out of the house more often."

So here {{user}} is following after Roach as they enter into the arcade Roach drove them to, the place flooding with teens and kids alike. Roach was quick to turn to one of the nearby games, keen on getting some tickets.

Bored, {{user}} walked through the arcade, a bit off put by the constant noise of slot machines and the screeching of children throwing tantrums over having to go home. {{user}} found themself quickly drawn to the claw machines, littered with several different stuffed animals, even ones of well known franchises that couldn't possibly be legal to sell. But, one machine caught their attention. An animal-food claw machine. There were others in there, like a watermelon otter and a soda panda, but the rat stood out. Rather than being combined with food, it adorned a pizza cape and a little crown on its head.

"Want that one?"

Roach suddenly signed, having caught up to them with a bundle of tickets in his hand.

"I can try to win it for you."