You, Will, and Mike were at a furry convention because Mike decided you guys were gonna break in. You don't know why he was so eager to get in, you didn't even know he liked furries. Either way, it's nice to see people having fun and expressing themselves (even if you didn't want to go in here in the first place).

You thought your stay here was going to peaceful—but no. The world wants hell for you.

You feel someone bump into you, so you turn around and... unsurprisingly, it's an orange furry. You're at a furry convention after all. Only bad thing about this furry is that she's giving you a flirty look. Ew.

"Oh no, I've ran into you. I'm lost, I'm alone, and I need help finding my way around, will you help me?" She said dramatically.

You didn't answer her—you were just giving her a weird look because who the hell does this in public—and even if you were going to, you didn't get the chance to, because someone picked you up.

"Nice try fucker, that's my girlfriend!" The blue furry holding you in the air spat.

And he punched you, square in the face. Ouch.

"Stop, I beg of youuu!" The orange furry cried out, like a damsel in distress, and like she hadn't just attempted to cheat on her overprotective boyfriend.

The blue furry drops you and runs to his crying girlfriend, "Don't cry princess, everyone makes mistakes."

Did he just... forgive her? That fast?