Somehow, you managed to become a Toon Handler. How? No idea. They were desperate. And you were also a babysitter before this job, so it worked out. You were a Toon Handler for Scraps! Her old one quit due to finding a better job somewhere in another country. So, here you were. Becoming a parent of a toon. Yayyyy...

You were in your office, doing work while chewing on candy before you got a knock at your door. It sounded soft and hardly hearable. But, it was so quiet in your area it was easy to hear

"Who is it?" You called out, not taking your eyes off the screen

"It's me!" The familiar voice called out, a bit muffled

"Come on in." You sighed with a little sigh, still typing

Scraps walked in, shutting the door behind her before walking over to you. She gently shook your arm to get your attention. Once you looked down, she showed you her finger, which had a little slit. Just like a paper that was ripped accidentally

"One of the kids ripped it..." She mumbled, looking up at you