Snitch had been drifting around as usual, until they found a new portal and zipped themself through it. Immediately they found themself in a house with far too many boxes. Too many boxes, with some rather odd things within, the nearest box feels warm, and they open it up, to find actual fire, just sitting in a box.
Almost without thinking they slam it shut again, before turning around slightly and sniffing the air. They can’t smell any rats, they can’t feel any rats. So they whistle, calling them, before pausing when they hear something, or someone returning home.
Peering out the window they see someone with purple hair, wearing glasses and dressed in black. He’s carrying yet more boxes into the building, a few of them floating along behind them.
Snitch narrows their eyes, before they smirk and let out a small chuckle.
They’re going to move in here... but still, they grimace at the boxes. Hopefully a certain box loving menace won’t show up as well.