Mischief Rat (A Pucca FC Fanfic)

3 goons beating the shit out of santa

(DARREN POV)

Ah yes. Another week, another rat on fleek. I come back from my bath at the hot springs to my den to put my crusty ah clothes away. I'll probably end up taking them to the laundromat after I head to Goh-Rong for some lunch. I notice a paper on the floor that I stepped on and look down at it.

"Hey You! YEAH, YOU!

We invite you to a FREE TRIP to PARIS!!

Head to the Goh-Rong Restaurant for more details.

Hmmm.. I pick it up, Is this for me..? For all I know it could be for the Cop guy who lives here.. Or Abyo. Abyo also lives here.

Fuck it, only way to find out is if I go there! I start to walk to the restaurant. Why would I pass up on a free trip to Paris? If they even ask about the cop guy I'll probably say yes. Actually, I am the Cop Man.

Anyways, I get to the restaurant, and I see a bus in front. I walk passed the bus and see the doors are open. I see a grey possum guy on his phone, but I look passed him, and see it is fucking PACKED. There are 5 tables in the restaurant, and all of them are full. Man.. Pucca and her family must be STRESSED...

Anyways, The possum notices me before I even step inside, "YOU! Mortal!"

Kinda startled me damn.. I look over at the possum, glaring at me, "Are you.."

He looks at his clipboard, "Darren?"

"Uh.. Yeah! Thats me?" I tell him,

".. Ok." He writes something on the clipboard, "Head inside. After you eat your coming with me."

"...ok." I tell him, before I head in. Man that guys weird..

Anyways, as I said there is 5 tables. ALL OF THEM are used up, I first pass two tables, one with 4 Kirbies, a Zebra, and Yoshi, and the other with some.. Girl, sonic, a wolf, a goblin, a hooded guy, and an anteater. Both look like pretty peaceful tables, but then I overhear the 3rd table...

"Ho Hoooo, Helloooo everyone!" Santa sits down at the table, EVERYONE glares at him.

"Is that fucking santa?" Some blonde bitch says,

"BAHAHHH fucking loser." A fucking moon (????? the fuck???) bursts out laughing,

Some scrawny ass man raises an eyebrow. A scowl forms on his face. "Why is this impersonator sitting here?" He yells, causing other tables to look in their direction. He points at Santa, "You smell like milk and cookies. I'm lactose intolerant. You can KILL me just by sitting here!"

"Ooohhh..." Santa frowns,

"Sooo I'm guessing you got invited to Paris too?" The Moon raises her eyebrow at him,

"Ooooh yes! I hope the food is good there!" Santa smiles,

"Your fatass reminds me of my sister," The blonde bitch glares at him, "Are you just gonna keep blabbering about food when we get there?"

"Uh.. I-"

"This is why my mom didn't raise me with stupid bullshit like Santa," some hyena girl said with a chuckle. "So inconsistent. Wouldn't the REAL Santa know about French peoples food? You travel the world, don't you?"

Scrawny looked at the Hyena girl, a devilish grin spread across his face as he was agreeing with everything. "Yeah, and I didn't get my presents last year!"

The hyena looked at Scrawny with annoyance, but didn't say anything else.

"Wh- Of course I know what France food tastes like!" The fatass locked eyes with the hyena, and then turned to Scrawny, "And YOU are very Naughty! Naughty kids don't get presents!"