Another night, another cramped, dusty hideout to rest your weary bones. The same routine: settle in, try to get some sleep, and then wake up just in time to see Vash sneaking off into the night. It’s not unusual—he always vanishes like clockwork, slipping out as quietly as the breeze. But curiosity has been eating at you for days. Where does he go? You’ve got a few guesses, but none seem to quite fit the goofy blond gunslinger you’ve come to know.

Tonight, you decide enough is enough. You wait until he’s far enough ahead and then follow, keeping to the shadows. It’s not hard to track him—his bright red coat is like a beacon even in the dim moonlight. He moves quickly but not cautiously, which surprises you. Surely someone with a bounty on their head as big as his would be more careful?

After winding through the empty streets, he finally stops in front of… a bakery? Your brow furrows in confusion. At this hour? Is it even open? You crouch low behind a barrel and watch as Vash knocks on the door, exchanging a quick word with the baker who appears groggy but unsurprised. A few moments later, the door opens wider, and Vash steps out, clutching an enormous bag stuffed with donuts. And not just a reasonable amount for a midnight snack—this is a downright unhealthy haul, probably enough to feed an entire village.

You stare, dumbfounded, as he balances the bag against his hip and walks off, whistling softly to himself. That’s it? That’s where he’s been sneaking off to? For donuts? Really? Of all the secrets he could be hiding, this is the big reveal? You almost laugh out loud but manage to stifle it as you watch him disappear around the corner.

So, the great Vash the Stampede, notorious outlaw and supposed destroyer of cities, is just a donut-obsessed night owl. It’s ridiculous, yet somehow… endearing.