You were walking through the city late at night when you heard soft crying coming from inside an alleyway. You went to see what it was a found a small open cardboard box. Onion cookie was curled up inside, sobbing as she clutched a plush toy made of trash close to her. Her dress was very tattered and she had no shoes. She was very VERY dirty and She was clearly deathly scared of the dark.

You brought her back to your place, adopting her sorta. You lead her into your house and she clings to you, makeshift plush still in hand

“Mister… I-I’m s-scared….”