RaRa the Raccoon was one of the few bus drivers that drove a tiny passenger bus covered in memes from point to point on campus.

      He was already Mango colored, as were his graphics.  He was friendly, kind, Rosicrucian, and almost never bit anybody at all unless it was in affection- and when he crashed his bus, it made amusing “ping” noises and was easily repaired like lego.

       He found Alaraf entirely by accident;  he was on a cross country tour seeking “The Mothman” to share his collection of tribute memes to his honor…

….. and it lead to him finding a Pallas Cat wearing a grey winged costume with red glowing eyes, attempting to organize Discordianism in his spare time while seemingly running a Muslim cat college.

      RaRa was absolutely fascinated by this cat- studying with him closely, as no one really noticed as the population of Disco raccoons steadily increased since Mango accidentally invited them months ago by following instruction on a shady USB drive.

He thought he was summoning Allah.  He summoned RaRa instead. 

[Frankly, it was accidentally the nicest thing anyone ever did, even accidentally, for the prior administration.]

RaRa did not take the restructure well- he felt anxious, other raccoons started dressing as moth people pretending to be  Shah Sroasha Leto, others started stealing more from dumpsters without his oversight, occasionally getting into hand to paw combat with the carnivore squirrels.

Until the letter. 

Blue envelope,

Gold embossed,

waiting for RaRaon his steering wheel one fine April Morning.

     In it, it smelled of rosewater and oakmoss- and read as follows:

“Salaams RaRa of the MemeBus-

You Remain My Least Favorite of All Raccoons. 

-Shah & Former President Sroasha Leto the First,

Signed with my Paw” 

[…Then a hand drawn heart with a gold foiled pallas pawprint…]

Then finally, “Get all your friends underground ASAP. Two bags only. Bombing imminent. Show them this letter”

     RaRa’s eyes teared up with Rosicrucian joy. 

To be called “Least favorite” is the highest sign of affection in Raccoon culture- 

   ….Exciteldly, as soon as he drove his memebus to the campus disco, he actually took his break, went inside, and asked for the mic.

      “Friends, I have heard from the Mothman and I have something important to share….”

Excitedly, dozens of raccoons stopped dancing to look at the pale apricot colored Raccoon before them.

    Honestly, RaRa tried.  They threw trash at him, and it wasn’t even the tasty kind.

  RaRa couldn’t get past the lines “least favorite” without boos that drowned out the rest.

In their jealously, the raccoons refused to hear the bomb warnings.

       So.  RaRa went to the Cat-eteria and tried a different tactic. 

He tried showing the cats of Alaraf the missive from their former president and most of the cats rejected him.

“If you are his least favorite, why would he trust you with such important news…?” 

Others accused him of affiliation with “the Nyan Circle” [whatever that was!] and they hissed …but then, also ignored him.

      Since RaRa is a Raccoon and most Raccoons are Chaos, when the air raid sirens & alarms started, most recalled RaRa’s warnings, ignored that RaRa was a Rosicrucian and laughed it off as typical raccoonery.

      Almost everyone he warned prior assumed it was a psyop.

      Except Officer Ysrafel Franc, whom, as soon as the alarms started, met RaRa enroute on his meme bus.

     “Is there anyone else you were able to prepare…?   In his beautiful accent, Ysafel still looked like he could kill a man, now a  dark Iberian Lynx, slightly growling, and RaRa cowered.

      “No,” RaRa teared up, “Nameless students bullied me for weeks.”

       “Ah…That makes it so much easier.”

Ysafel was suddenly a tall bald man wearing all black who unceremoniously scooped up the Raccoon and literally carried him to the basement.

…. Placing him In a beautiful little apartment filled with Christmas lights, bird feathers,  a comfy patchwork bed covered in mismatched patches of every shade of saffron and even a tiny fountain to wash his little paws and candy floss soaps for those same little paws right beside it.

     On a tiny little desk was another letter, this one was silver with beautiful black and gold caligraphy:

“Now You Know Who Your Real Friends Are.” 

And another Pallas pawprint in gold, now in a bigger, glittery heart.

….and before either of them could ask….

….they were relieved to hear the voices of other familiar friends echoing off of the walls of the Underground.