roommates - The big Cheese

from /roommates/ - Dave and Buster Edition
here: https://desuarchive.org/trash/thread/47565012/#47609790
----------
>”Look, just let me get a few more dollars.” asks a raggedy looking rat as you walk down the sidewalk, itching to get home as soon as you can.
>The rat, which you assume is homeless by the way he was lying down on a park bench the first time you passed him on your way to the store, decided to walk with you and strike up some “conversation” the second time you passed him on the way back.
>he introduced himself as Chester Cheese (or just chuck) and almost immediately got to asking for money.
>you ponder telling him you don’t have any cash to fork over, but settle on giving him enough money to at least get himself a meal or two.
>he seemed offended by how much you gave him
>”Ten bucks? C’mon, I know you got some more money in those pockets of yours.” Chuck laughs with a sneer.
>you really did have more money in your pocket, a lot more
>you took the time to cash your last check from your job back home to cover your month’s rent
>”Look guy, I already coughed up a good bit of cash.” You say firmly, “I don’t got anymore to give you.” you start to walk faster, more than eager to put some distance between you and him.
>Just a few more blocks, you think to yourself as you walk ahead of this Chuck guy.
>as you two pass an alleyway, you feel yourself being yanked to the side, into said alley
>you try to regain your balance as you tumble, but instead end up tripping on the trash littered around the ground.
>you land on your hands and knees and try to scamper back onto your feet to either fight or book it like a bat out of hell
>before you even get halfway up, you get knocked in the head. Hard.
>a searing pain shoots through your head as you bring an arm up to cover yourself as you roll onto your side.
>Chuck kicks you until he is sure you won’t protest any longer
>He soon helps himself to your wallet, emptying and pocketing your cash.
>There goes your month’s rent
-
cont. 2/?
>he throws the wallet at your prone form and walks off
>”Thanks for the dough, you bald freak!” he laughs all the way out of the alley
>after a brief moment of wallowing in your shame and the funky jungle juice leaking out of the nearby dumpster, you decide it’d be for the best to get up and gather your senses.
>pain shoots through you as you climb back to your feet, being sure to pick up your wallet and your bag of soups.
>you think your lip is busted and you can barely see out of your left eye.
>you bide your time and slowly walk out of the alley the same way you came in.
>you get back to the walk home, garnering even more strange looks from the people (animals?) around you
>as you near your destination, your mind drifts to the rent money again.
>its all gone.
>you can already see it, evicted not even three months in.
>you hit the steps to the complex and start to the door.
>as you make your way inside, you spot a rather dapper looking purple rabbit, the same guy who told you how to get to the corner store.
>he glances over in your direction as the door closes and spots you.
>a smile forms on his face. “Hey, neighbor! How was the tri-”
>the smile falls from his face and is instantly replaced by an expression of worry as he starts towards you.
>”Golly… What in the world happened to you!” he asks you, concern painting his face.
>”I just… uh…” you think of a way to word it in the best way possible.
>”I ran into some trouble?” you blurt out with a sheepish smile.