Fox (mxm) (Rever series 1)

Fox 4

A scent tickled his nose after a few blocks, drawing his attention toward an alley. Stopping to sit on the sidewalk, he looked up at the buildings flanking the entrance on either side. A  shoe store... and a restaurant. Jackpot. 

Swishing his tail, he hopped up and hurried down the dark corridor, following his nose to a large dumpster with the top propped open. Knowing that someone would be returning at any moment to load in more bags, then shut the dumpster so undesirables don't get inside, Fox hurried over and hopped up, then in. It definitely didn't smell all that great, but one of the eight bags inside didn't disappoint. With a few quick swipes of his paws the flimsy plastic broke apart, spilling out several pounds of hot pastries. They didn't look quite right, and after he took a bite, they weren't exactly the best, but he wasn't picky. They were probably a mistake that was made by someone in training. 

Don't worry buddy, I'll gladly eat your failure. 

After eating two pastries, Fox got distracted sifting through the bag for the best ones and didn't even notice someone coming back outside until a very hot, but thankfully smaller bag, landed right on top of him. His squeal of surprised pain was muffled by the sound of the top of the container creaking shut until it slammed down to seal him inside. 

Fighting against the burning hot bag, Fox whined and squirmed until he was finally free of the too-hot trap. He stumbled up onto an older bag, his whole body relieved at the temperature difference as it slumped down onto the dirty garbage.  

My head feels like it's been baked. 

Knowing that he needed to get out, he made himself get up after a few minutes of rest and crouched down. With a flick of his tail he lunged upward toward the lid. Unsurprisingly, he slammed into it but barely made it vibrate from the impact. His head, however, definitely felt it more. 

Nothing like adding a concussion to your burn.    

  Looking around, he could barely see anything with the lid closed. The container wasn't even half full, so he didn't even have a way to get higher and push on the lid instead of head-butt it. 

Waiting it is. 

And waiting, he did. At some point it started drizzling, the tapping of raindrops echoing loudly in the large metal receptacle. It was bearable, at first, but soon the tiny shower turned into a torrential downpour, deafening him in seconds as the noise roared loudly.

By the time the lid was finally opened again it was dark. Frigid rain quickly drenched his skinny body as he hurried to scramble from the dumpster, dodging a giant bag of garbage in the process. He managed to avoid it only because he'd startled the person throwing it away enough for it to slip from his hands. 

If the man screamed at all from the sudden shock of a fox appearing out of the dumpster, it was swallowed up in the downpour. And, while he'd eaten a good amount of food when he'd first gotten stuck in the dumpster, his stomach had eventually emptied itself after having to spend so long with the other foul-smelling refuse, on top of the stress from the too-loud rain. 

Hungry. 

Doing his best to stay upright in the heavy rain and wind, Fox made his way... somewhere. He wasn't really paying attention, and considering how bad the weather was, he didn't really need to. Most smart people were inside in their warm, cozy homes, probably getting ready for dinner. 

Still hungry. 

Bumping into a fence after a brief walk through someone's front yard snapped him out of his daze. Looking up, he flicked a soaked ear and squinted into the rain.