Riggy—yeah the guy who just very recently moved into Toonville, blue rabbit with monkey tail—the monkey tail that almost everyone bullied him for. You haven't talked to him, but you felt bad for him... poor guy, no one would leave him alone!

You were just taking a stroll and you walk past Cranks Construction, and see a whole swarm of Lucky fans near it. What on earth was going on? You decided to check it out—you didn't really care about Lucky unlike everyone else in Toonville, but you walked over anyway.

Lucky was making some kind of speech you didn't listen to whatsoever, but instead you look at Cranks Construction. Riggy was in there, complaining to the guy at the desk because a tree had sprouted through his house. The guy at the desk? Couldn't care less—he just said something about Lucky and Riggy snapped.

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT LUCKY!" He yelled out.

Suddenly, your attention was not on Lucky like everyone else's, but on Riggy and his outburst. Now sure, you don't care about Lucky either but someone saying they didn't care about him out loud? That would make them an outcast in a matter of seconds.

"You... don't care about Lucky?" The guy at the desk repeated. And, unsurprisingly, he was pissed. "Get out." He said, and before Riggy could even protest, he picked him up and threw him outside.

Riggy got up, very annoyed and rightfully so. He then took out... spray paint?

Oh, no. He doesn't know what spray painting means here...

He aims the spray paint at the window of Cranks Construction, with the obvious intent of vandalizing it. Just as he starts spraying it—

"Hey! Don't you know what spray painting means in this town?" You called out, voice filled with worry for the Runkey who looks blissfully unaware that what he's doing could get him killed.

"No, I don't." He said simply, continuing to spray paint the window.

"Stop spraying it!" You yelled, but it was too late—he had already finished his rabbit drawing on the window with the red spray paint. Before he could fully turn around to look at you—

BANG!

He just barely manages to dodge a bullet.

You waste no time in grabbing his wrist and taking him behind Cranks Construction for cover.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" You asked, already checking him for any injuries—which, he probably didn't have any considering the fact he didn't look like he was in pain, but you checked anyway.