Rat
Legacy Name: CastIiel

Don't Mess With Rat

Noone knows when Rat arrived in town. Noone knows if he's going to stick around. Noone even knows his real name. They just know him as Rat, They know not to mess with Rat. "Mess with Rat, and you'll get the bat."

Or You'll Get The Bat?

A smirk crept across Rat's face as he nonchalantly dropped the bag into his shopping cart. He wasn't entirely sure where these rumors about him had started, but he certainly didn't mind them. Rat was a man who valued his solitude, and if a little fear kept the townsfolk away, then it was worth it.

Sure, he owned a baseball bat with nails protruding from it, but it wasn't like he'd ever actually used it on anyone. The thought of having to clean up the blood made him shudder. Yuck! Besides, it was more of a decorative piece, not a weapon.

As he continued his shopping, Rat couldn't help but overhear snippets of conversations. "Did you see him buying cheese puffs? What's he doing with those?" one woman whispered to her husband. Rat chuckled to himself. If they only knew that his plans involved binge-watching old movies and stuffing his face with powdered-cheesy goodness.

He chuckled to himself as he picked up a roll of duct tape, earning more wary looks from the other shoppers. "What is he planning to do with that?," a man muttered under his breath. Rat rolled his eyes. Honestly, did people really think he was that sinister? He continued on to the next aisle, where he ditched the duct tape.

With his cart full of essentials (and cheese puffs), Rat headed towards the checkout. The cashier, a young man with wide eyes, nervously rang up his items. Rat paid with a smile, enjoying the cashier's visible relief as he took the receipt and left the store.

As he walked to his beat-up truck, Rat couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement. He was just a man who wanted to be left alone, but somehow, he had become the town's mysterious figure. To be honest, though, he wouldn't have it any other way.