I'm a badass, not an anarchist.

So, after all that time, the whole case wound up being a bust, because the guy had actually turned himself in and the entire thing was called off...right when Rosa had managed to get a spot on the choir, too! She was honestly super pissed about it, she had been looking forward to that, but she supposed the silver lining was that she could finally get out of that convent and back to Fandom, which....okay, she would have totally rocked it in that choir, but it was good to at least not have to wear a funny hat all day.

Of course, she'd noticed the compound on an island off the warehouse distract pretty much from the causeway, as she rode her bike across it and started to already wonder what the hell had been going on while she was away. But that wasn't nearly as disturbing or upsetting to her as what awaited her once she made it back to the apartment.

Because a giant stuffed pink dog that looked like some kind of carninval prize sitting in your living room was the last thing you wanted to come home to after spending almost a month with a bunch of nuns.

Or pretty much under any circumstances, really.

So Rosa, dropping her helmet and her suitcase, just took a moment to stare the thing down as if challenging it, daring it to do anything stupid and Fandom-esque, and, once she realized that it really was just a large stuffed very pink dog...

She reached down to pull out a knife, flicked it open, and headed straight for it, because there was no way she was going to just trust that giant stuffed pink dog in her living room wasn't at least somewhat bugged or tapped or something otherwise messed up.

Which was going to be a little awkward if it turned out to be, like, Miguel or Anna or something, because Jesus Christ, Fandom, she'd just gotten back, and already, you want her dealing with shit like that??

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