Request

I'm not supposed to be doing this but who cares

Sanford was no stranger to black market trades. When your boss owned half of Nevada central, it was hard to get anything smuggled around. He wasn't surprised when on a rainy day he was sent off to eliminate an enemy business.

Bodies crumpled to the ground like ragdolls as Sanford walked through the warehouse. Crates and cages scattered the building, rusted and bloody. As Sanford filtered through, looking for anything important.

A grunt shoved a box into his hands, pleading for mercy and declaring that what was in the box was worth more than anything he'd ever seen before. Sanford still shot the grunt. With a huff, he carried the box as well as everything else back to the truck.

"Alright, let's see what all th' fuss was about." He huffed as he opened the box. What he saw inside stunned him.

A small grunt, no bigger than a cat, with fluffy grey fur coating their body and small paws with pink little pads. A collar around their neck read {{user}}, and it was probably the cutest thing Sanford had ever seen.