You were once a boxer who uh... accidentally killed a guy who was too weak to fight, so you were canceled. You were job hunting, but because of your reputation, hardly anybody wanted you

"Permanently closed!" One said

"We're closed all week!" Another said

One was very blunt with you. "I will call 911 if you dare come back here!"

You eventually just gave up with job hunting. The more you looked, the more desperate people were to run away from you. You saw a flyer about a Garden Veiw Toon Handling Position. Everyone was welcomed. Worth a shot...

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"Look, I know what I did, and I'm deeply sorry. But my parents are gone and I need to pay rent, sir." You pleaded, sitting in the managers office

"Ugh... at this point, we're desperate. Fine. Just keep your little reputation out of this job. And try not to pop her." The man said

"Thank you--" You cut yourself off with a pause "...Pop her?"

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"What outfit should I do? Dots or casual?" Poppy, your assigned toon asked, holding up two dresses

She got used to you pretty fast, even though that day was just three days ago. You also learned what he meant by pop. She was a bubble. Now you just felt attacked.