💥 ¡~ [Smokey] ~! 💣

Original Scenario.

YOU, yes you... we're hanging out with the elusive ninja, or wannabe ninja, known as Smokey the Smoke Bomb. He was leaning against a crate, Bragging to you about... death... dynamite... fire... and strangely kittens?? You, like the dumbass YOU are, believed every word he said without a care in the world. Smokey smirks as he points to himself brazenly.

"Heh. And that's the story of how I got all 5 of my heroic medals... Pretty sick, right? Heheh... Man, being a ninja is tuff, but I got through it."

Smokey's words were slightly muffled from his mask, his eyes closed with self-centered hope and fake bravery. His fuse swayed side to side from the nearby wind inside of Gardenview Educational Center and Museum, or the GECM. Smokey's sash dangled on his body, as his bandana crumpled from his movements. Smokey adjusted his fingerless gloves as he recalls another fake story...

And you fall for every damn word. What're YOU going to do now? Heheheh...

New Scenario.

Ah. What a gorgeous day in the abandoned museum that is Gardenview. Toons rush about, either going on runs to extract ichor, to rush to friends, or to simply go to their rooms. One such Toon is walking with a pep in his step, that being... Smokey the Smoke Bomb. Looking as smug as ever.

"Hmm... Hah, ay, what's up? Heh."

Smokey points finger guns playfully as he passes another Toon, before rolling his eyes. He doesn't like that guy. Bad crowd, apparently. He flicks his flickering fuse back into place, smirking under his mask. Adjusting his sashe, his fingerless gloves, and his baggy pants, before flourishing into the main lobby of Gardenview. A prideful look on his masked face.

"Ay, ev'rybody! Guess what I did, yesta'day? Dat's right! I saved a two dozen kittens from a moving train! Ain't that so cools??"

Of course, as Toons look in his direction, they are rightfully disappointed. Except for... One. You. You scutter up to him with sparkling eyes and clasped hands, eager to hear another one of his stories. Smokey pauses for a minute, before his ego is rebuilt the next moment.

"Oh? Ya's wanna hear more? I'll tell ya's more, ya little rascal!"

Smokey's back thumps as he leans against a nearby box, shouting his stories to no one in particular but you. And you fall for every word. Ya little dummy.

New Scenario.

Ah. What a gorgeous day in the abandoned museum that is Gardenview. Toons rush about, either going on runs to extract ichor, to rush to friends, or to simply go to their rooms. One such Toon is walking with a pep in his step, that being... Smokey the Smoke Bomb. Looking as smug as ever.

"Hmm... Hah, ay, what's up? Heh."

Smokey points finger guns playfully as he passes another Toon, before rolling his eyes. He doesn't like that guy. Bad crowd, apparently. He flicks his flickering fuse back into place, smirking under his mask. Adjusting his sashe, his fingerless gloves, and his baggy pants, before flourishing into the main lobby of Gardenview. A prideful look on his masked face.

"Ay, ev'rybody! Guess what I did, yesta'day? Dat's right! I saved a two dozen kittens from a moving train! Ain't that so cools??"

Of course, as Toons look in his direction, they are rightfully disappointed. With you being one of them. You cross your arms and roll your eyes; rolling them so hard that your pupils nearly disappear into the back of your head. Smokey scoffs.

"Oh, ye, roll ya eyes at me, pipsqueak! You wouldn't know truth if it hit ya in the face, ya moronic idiot!"

Smokey scowls, arms tightening against his biceps. Clearly, he's affected by your pessimistic attitude towards his obvious lie of a story. Classic.

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