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Lucky was…a unique guy, to say the least. Unlike everyone else in Toonville, he wasn't an animal. He was a Ticon, which he knew made it easier for him to stand out, and it's important to be recognizable when you're such a celebrity, but… it was sort of an insecurity for him. Years of being bullied in school, being called “pinocchio” and other uncreative insults, it just made it so that every time he looked in the mirror, those nasty remarks were all he could think of. He told everyone that one day, he would be famous. Now look at him. He was on top of the world.
He was supposed to be happy.
With so many people loving him, why couldn't he love himself? It shouldn't be that hard. Everyone saw him as a pure, likeable guy, but… he knew that he was far from the saint that other people saw him as. Everyone loves him, but nobody likes him. It gets lonely, even when you're surrounded by so many people.
Lucky sighed, leaning back on his comically large office chair. Maybe he should take a break. Yeah. That sounds like a good idea. Just get some fresh air, push away all those bad thoughts, and get back to work afterwards. He pushed his chair back, hopping off and leaving his office. He walked down the halls of the building, unaware that he was being watched from afar. Finally, he shoved open the 2 giant front doors and breathed in the cool, crisp midnight early-autumn air. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and walked to the side of the building, letting the doors slowly close on their own. Looking up at the stars, all that Lucky could think of was the town he had practically created and ran like a cult. Did he really deserve all this fame and glory? He had made a fortune, but at what cost? He wasn't truly happy. He didn't really deserve all this. It was all probably just…
Dumb luck.
Suddenly, out of thin air, a voice appeared next to him. “Isn’t the moon beautiful tonight?” Lucky immediately jumped back, his breath hitching as his gaze fell upon the calico cat that had practically teleported beside him. His breathing slowly steadied as the time passed, both of them still not uttering a word, just looking at each other with prolonged eye contact. After a moment, the cat spoke up. “I'm Bunny!” She held her hand out, presumably for a handshake. Lucky just looked at her hand, confused. “Uh… I'm Luc-” “I already know that, silly! I'm your biggest fan!” Great, the 8th biggest fan he'd met this week. “Also, don't leave me hanging! What, are you not allowed to take handshakes or something?” She put her hands on her hips. Lucky glanced away. “Uh… I'm not, actually. My PR team advised me not to make any physical contact with anyone, cause they might have anthrax powder on them or something, and I don't wanna be assassinated.” He put his hands behind his back. Bunny furrowed her eyebrows, Lucky was quite different at night, she supposed. He was usually confident and brash, but everyone's a little different after 10 PM, right?
They both stood there for a few minutes, the silence noticeable but not awkward. Lucky named the constellations in his head as he looked up at the dark night sky. Bunny was only able to identify the big dipper. “Hey, that clump of stars looks like a hook or something!” She pointed up at a constellation, but it isn't like Lucky could see where she was pointing from his perspective. He leaned closer to where Bunny was standing, getting their faces weirdly close, and squinting his eyes at the general area Bunny had pointed at. Bunny slowly lowered her hand, blushing slightly at the short distance between their faces. “That's the Leo constellation. It's supposed to be a lion.” He retreated back to his previous position, and Bunny couldn't help but miss how close they had gotten just moments before. “Oh. Huh…that doesn't look anything like a lion.” She brought her hand up to her chin. “Yeah, well, constellations are like that. You should see the Aries constellation.” He smiled slightly, probably the first genuine smile he had shown in days. He smiled for pictures with people, but none of them were really…real. After a few seconds, Lucky realized something. “Uhm, why are you even here anyway? Where did you come from?” He contemplated the being assassinated thing he mentioned a few minutes ago. For all he knew, she could be a hired hitman that was paid thousands of dollars just to take him out. Probably by that blue monkey-rabbit hybrid freak. …Who was he kidding, nobody would let a woman be a hitman! Jeez, he needed to tone down the internalized misogyny. “Oh, I have a perfectly good explanation, thanks for asking! Basically, as I said, I am your biggest fan. And I mean biggest. I know you hear that a lot, but I'm different, I swear. I was just trying to collect pictures of you to add to my Lucky scrapbook, and you just happened to come out! What a cool coincidence! Wow, I'm so glad to finally meet you, you're literally my biggest idol-” Lucky just stared as Bunny continued her rant. I mean, she was quite obsessive, but he's seen weirder. She seemed like a genuine girl. “-And I even have a Lucky clock on the wall in my living room! Haha! I didn't even know they made those!” “Wh- I didn't know they made those either…” Other people capitalizing off of his marketability was something he was completely aware of, but a Lucky clock? Seriously? What's next, Lucky curling iron?? Lucky exhaust pipe??? He once saw a Lucky pencil sharpener, so he supposed literally anything could be plausible. Just look around your room, stick “Lucky” in the front of it, and then sell it for 30% more than it's worth.
“Actually…” Bunny pulled out her purse from absolutely nowhere and reached for something inside of it. “I also came here because I got a gift for you! I think you're really gonna like it!” Lucky usually just threw all his fanmail in the trash, but that mindset was completely thrown out of the window when he saw Bunny pull out a ziplock bag full of Lucky…brownies? “I made these for you! And of you I guess, teehee!” She held them out to Lucky, but he just stared at them in awe. All the gifts he usually received were pretty low-effort, but seeing something that someone put genuine time, effort, and care into made something click in his brain. After a moment, he shook off the thought. “Ugh! Lucky, stop. She’s just like any other obsessive fan you meet on a daily basis, she isn't special just because she made brownies of your face. That stuff could be poisoned.” He thought to himself, overthinking the gesture. He quickly took the bag and crossed his arms. “Uh- thanks, I guess. I'll just…put this in the pile of all the other gifts I get on a daily basis. Because I get so many gifts. ‘Cause so many people love me- Okay, nevermind, I'm just gonna take these.” He started walking away from Bunny, but then paused. “...Also, fuck you.” He remarked for absolutely no reason other than to get Bunny to leave him alone. He ran back into the building, leaving Bunny standing there dumbfounded. “Uhm… Okay, see you later!!” She yelled before she heard the door slam shut.
Lucky ran back to his office, still holding the bag of brownies in his hands. He kicked the door shut and threw the brownies on his desk, watching as they slightly crumbled from the impact. He looked out the window, looking to see if Bunny was still there, and sure enough…she was gone, nowhere to be found. He let out a sigh, sitting back on his office chair. He stared at the brownies, contemplating whether he should eat them now or save them for later. He decided to just have a nibble and then save the rest for later. He carefully opened the package and took a brownie out, inspecting it to make sure it didn't have mini shards of glass on the yellow fondant or something. What? Being assassinated still wasn't completely out of the picture yet. Thankfully he didn't find anything out of the ordinary, so he hesitantly took a bite. It was…surprisingly good. Delicious, even. He took a second bite, and it was just as good as the first. That girl certainly was quite the baker! He shook his head. “No, don't eat the entire thing. Just save them for later.” He put the slightly-eaten brownie back in the container and closed it back up, moving his chair closer to the mini fridge in the corner of the room and putting the brownies inside of it. As much as he didn't want to admit it, those brownies were fucking amazing. He'd have to ask for more the next time they meet, if they even get the chance to run into each other again. Who knows! He is named Lucky for a reason.