Multifandom Oneshots Collection

subway surfers (game) ~ rabbit man

A/N : Takes place during the 10th anniversary event

A lanky man with a rabbit mask stumbled through the alleyways, running from the Inspector and his dog. See, he had been caught robbing a few hoverboards from one of the local shops, and the Inspector had seen him committing the act.

He turned a corner, and thankfully heard the cop and dog run past, not realizing where he'd gone. Unfortunately, he was now met with the alarmed expressions of several local criminals. The ones who lived in the alleys : The Subway Surfers.

A teenage boy about his own age in a dark hoodie and sunglasses, lying across the top of an old, white van. A blonde girl, also the same age, with a red beanie and white tank top. She was sat on the ground next to another girl (this one had multi-colored hair and more goth-like clothes) and a white and blue robot that had a few small antennas sticking out the top of his head. A small turn of the head also revealed a young ninja cuddled up with... Someone in a dinosaur costume?

"His mask matches the profile of the man in all those new holograms cropping up around town" the robot said after an awkward moment of silence. Frank tried to step back out of the area but a bark from nearby stopped him. He might've lost the cop, but he wasn't safe to leave. He also didn't want to get these other people in trouble.

"That it does" the blonde said, a skeptical look on her face. "Mind telling us who you are?"

Frank could form no words. He never could seem to get those pesky things out of his throat. So, he instead just fingerspelled his name, hoping that someone there knew ASL.

Tricky seemed less skeptical at that. "Okay..." she muttered to herself, still skeptical but not caring enough to pick a fight with him.

"Do you need a place to hide?" Tagbot asked him, seemingly unbothered by his presence or the possibility of him being a spy or something. "Or to live? Statistically speaking, we're very accepting of anyone so long as they don't bring cops to us"

Frank nodded as he awkwardly walked over to a crate and sat atop it. Tricky nodded, a small allowance that it was okay for him to be sitting there.

"Don't fuck this up, Frank"