New York City, New York, sometime after midnight
A taxi was driving through the very well-lit streets of New York City, and the person in the back was looking outside of the right-side window while the radio quietly played. The person had black Y/H/L hair and blue eyes while wearing a brown jacket, a red and black checkered flannel, a black tank top, blue jeans, and black timbs.
This person was none other than Y/N Wolf, the third son of Sheriff Bigby Wolf. But today was another normal day that would cause Y/N a headache because Y/N was responding to a report about a domestic dispute happening at an apartment building where the taxi was heading.
Soon the taxi came to a stop across the street from a liquor store, Y/N got out and once he shut the door the Taxi drove off. Y/N put a cigar in his mouth, pulled out a silver Zippo lighter and lit the cigarette. He did this because of his enhanced senses, some people may think it's a gift, but it's not for Y/N because he has to use immense willpower to focus on one scent, and he also has to smoke constantly and heavily to dull his senses.
The building was none other than the Tenement Building in the South Bronx. Y/N walks across the street and walks over to the building, once in front of the doors he opens the door and sees a toad beside the banister for the stairs, looking upstairs.
Y/N: Mr. Toad...
Mr. Toad: Shit...
Y/N walks inside and towards Toad standing in front of him.
Toad: Y/N! Listen, mate I know I don't look human. It's a problem, I get it, I just stepped out the apartment for a second to see what kind of damage this drunk shit is doing. Just cut me a break, I'll get me glamour first thing in the morning. Cross my heart. No need to kick up a fuss.
Y/N: I'm looking at a 3-foot toad, in a sweater, that's a problem. If you can't afford to look human, you're going to The Farm. It's as simple as that.
Toad: You can't send me up to live with those animals...
Y/N looked at toad with an unimpressed look on his face.
Toad: You know what I mean.
Y/N: Go see a witch. Get a glamour.
Toad: Y/N, they're bleedin' me dry, mate. The quality of the spell goes down, but the rates keep climbing back up. Do you know how much it costs to have an entire family in glamour?
Y/N: I don't make the rules. Sorry.
Toad puts his hands back in his sweater pockets and looks up at Y/N then back down to the floor.
Y/N: I can't give you a free pass, on this Toad. My hands are tied.
Toad: Right, right.
Toad looks at the ground sad.
Y/N: There's too much at stake. Whatever it costs, it's worth it. You don't want me catching you out of glamour again.
Toad shakes his head as Y/N takes a drag out of his cigarette until a TV falls from upstairs through a window out onto the sidewalk, as Toad puts his hands on his head as Y/N blows the smoke out of his mouth and looks over his shoulder at the TV.
Toad: Fuckin' hell. See, this is what I called you about, Sheriff.
Y/N continues to stand still as his cigarette is still lit, letting smoke out into the air.
Toad: You just gonna stand there? Do something Y/N. Before he completely tears up the place.
Y/N throws his cigarette onto the floor and heads upstairs.
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