Outsider Povs My Beloved. Theres An Old Man Who Runs A Hot Dog Stand, And There Used To Be A Little Hedgehog

outsider povs my beloved. theres an old man who runs a hot dog stand, and there used to be a little hedgehog kid, blue, that would sometimes come up and silently hand over some rings and collect his food before running off. he doesnt live in the village, the old man knows that, and he doesnt know where he comes from. sometimes days went by without seeing him, sometimes months. sometimes he brought a little fox kid with him. they dont seem to have any parents or family, but the old man minds his own business, got nothing to do him. they're nice enough, despite their silence, full of energy and happy smiles and sometimes he gives them more food than what theyve paid for. then one day the old man realises its been a while since he's seen them, years maybe. he hopes they're going okay, knowing theyve probably just moved on somewhere else

one day, the village gets a visitor that has everyone up in arms. some sort of celebrity, some fighter. the old man doesn't really pay it any mind. the visitor, a hedgehog, blue, shows up at his stand and orders two dogs, and he serves him like anyone else, exchanging small talk like he does with everyone, but theres something ringing in the back of his mind. theres something about the visitors smile thats familiar. its not until the visitor is walking away, walking off into the crowd and then handing off the second dog to another visitor, a fox - oh. oh, thats why hes so familar. that's where those two kids went