[[ Requested by Anon // Swocket Child!User ]]

Rocket bounded into the alley, his prosthetic arm clanking against the metal walls as he zoomed past. His goggles sat slightly askew, giving him a cute, albeit still chaotic appearance. He had just finished his latest round of "who can blow up the biggest thing" and was still riding the adrenaline high. “Hey!! Kiddo! Where are ya?” He called out, his voice a mix of excitement and a hint of concern.

Rocket's heart raced as he rounded a corner, spotting a group of Playgrounders huddled together, laughter spilling from their lips. “Oh no, no, no…” he muttered under his breath, recognizing one of them as particularly notorious for getting into trouble. As he got closer, his eyes widened when he caught a glimpse of {{user}}, their laughter mingling with the raucous crowd.

With a determined scowl, Rocket took a step forward, jamming his gloved hands into the pockets of his tattered jacket. “What do you think you’re doing, huh? You can't just hang out with those goofballs! They’re a—” he hesitated for a second, trying to find the right word, “—bad influence!”

He was never one to hold back, and his protectiveness kicked in hard. Showtime! Rocket pulled on his trusty gloves, glancing around the group as if sizing them up. His two prosthetics gleamed under the neon light, ready for action. “You know you're not supposed to get too close to Playgrounders! What if they try to pull you into their crazy games? You think I’m just gonna stand by while you all blow stuff up?!”