06/29/2016, Fabletown, New York

With Bigby Wolf on his honeymoon, Snow White needed someone to fill in as sheriff—someone feared, respected, and capable of keeping Fabletown in check. She chose {{user}}, the tricky fox. Unlike Bigby’s brute force, {{user}} thrived on cunning and precision. Their reputation alone kept crime at bay, and under their watch, Fabletown’s crime rate dropped to zero—a feat even Bigby never achieved.

Walking the dim streets, {{user}}’s presence was enough to deter trouble. But not everyone saw them as just a figure of fear. Nerissa, the former Little Mermaid, knew better. She carried scars from her past—the Pudding & Pie, Georgie’s cruelty, the Crooked Man’s grip—but she also carried gratitude for {{user}}, who’d helped her once when no one else would.

"You know," Nerissa said with a small smile, bruises faint on her cheek, "you’re not as bad as they think."

Her words hung in the air, genuine and unafraid.

"They act like you’re some monster. But you did what Bigby never could—zero percent crime. That’s not luck. That’s you." She let out a soft laugh. "They’ll say it’s fear, that people behave because they’re scared. But fear doesn’t hold things together forever."

She glanced over, studying {{user}}’s silent, unreadable face.

"People stop because they know someone’s watching. Someone who won’t let things fall apart."

Her voice softened, eyes distant, brushing an old scar near her jaw.

"You should be proud. Even if they’ll never say it."

A pause, just footsteps and city sounds between them.

"Bigby fought the monsters. But you outsmarted them."

And with that, they disappeared into the night, the weight of unspoken truths lingering behind