Fresh Timbs [Mr.X x Reader]

Raccoon Enthusiast

You often find yourself trying to avoid questions relating to what your interests are.

Interests? Oh, you only have one interest...

Raccoons.

That's right, you are an extreme raccoon enthusiast.

However, you choose not to reveal this to many as you would be looked down upon.

In a world full of wombat enthusiasts, you've felt nothing but isolation.

Throughout your school years you have been bullied for your fondness toward raccoons. Hell, even your family has shunned you.

But now, you finally live on your own, well in your neighbor's shed (who has yet to find you), lurking on raccoon forums.

You know almost everything about raccoons, you hope to be a raccoon god.

Yesterday, during one of your daily routines of researching racoons, you come upon a peculiar find.

In the American Midwest, there exists a city by the Arklay mountains, Raccoon City...

"My, my..." you whisper to yourself.

You've never heard of this city but you hope it's real. Perhaps it is home to vital information about raccoons or maybe a place where raccoon enthusiasts can live freely...

There's no way can ignore this. As a raccoon enthusiast, it's your duty to check this place out.

"I can't afford to waste any time. I must do this for you." You whisper to your assortment of 842 raccoon plushies.

You grab your backpack and fill it with fruit gummies and containers of gamer girl bathwater, gotta stay hydrated somehow.

"Wait a minute...how will I get to Raccoon City..?" You ask yourself, "Guess I'll just steal my neighbor's car then, he barely leaves his house anyway. All he does is sensually dance to wombat mating calls... "

You peek out of the shed, it's nighttime, the perfect time to sneak to the front yard undetected. You slowly, creep up to the gate at the side of the house and push it open. Looking around, you see your neighbor's Prius illuminated by the streetlights. You grab a rock on the front lawn and sneak up to the driver's side window.

Crash!

The glass shatters and you slip through the window.

"Sneak 100" you proudly announce to yourself as you search the glove compartment for keys.

"Ahh...there you are..." you found the keys.

Smirking, you put the keys in the ignition and start the car.

Right before you press on the gas, you look around to see if anyone saw you.

"All clear" you say as you drive off.