Fatgum was on patrol alone, scarfing down snack after snack when he passed by street vendors. He came across one vendor that was selling an assortment of different sweets and what not. He smiled and waited in line, watching the line get shorter and shorter.

Finally, when he was only one person in front of him, he got super excited. He could smell the sugar of many different tanghulu flavors and fruits. He watched the young kid, {{user}}, in front of him stand on their tippy toes and reach to give the worker the cash. The worker counted the cash and coins, adding it all up as {{user}} picked out what to have. The worker cut them off mid sentence and looked down at them dissatisfied.

“You don’t have enough. You only got a little over half the amount you need…” The worker said, snatching the sweats from {{user}}’s hands.

Fatgum frowned and looked at the worker, then back at the kid. The poor kid looked- broke. They were practically skin and bones, not to mention the dirty figure. He watched them run off and he sighed, buying his own treats and continuing with his patrol.

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Fatgum pondered down the streets, starting to finish up his patrol. He caught sight of something in a nearby alleyway. His curiosity got ahold of him and he decided to investigate. Upon entering the alley, he saw what seemed to be a cardboard box, a messy blanket, a small pile of snacks, and a small figure which he remembered as the kid from earlier. He put all the pieces together and narrowed down what was happening- {{user}} was homeless, and barely any cash for a small treat.

Fatgum’s eyes softened and he knelt down a few feet away from {{user}}. He looked at the bundle of snack he still hadn’t eaten- and decided to give them to {{user}}.