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It would be hard to believe that within running distance of a city, was a place that could easily be called the middle of nowhere. Desert as far as the eye could see. The only exception being a large, gray building out in the middle of all this nowhere, with the word "BANK" written in what appeared to be pure gold. Two men stood outside of it, both wearing a dusty, dark blue guard hat and uniform, which would have made more sense to be lighter, seeing as they were in the middle of a desert, but neither seemed to be complaining. At least they had cool sunglasses to block the sun from their eyes.
There was another man who didn't belong there. One look at him as he glanced at the building's side wall was enough to tell something was different about him. His skin was pale, but to be fair that wasn't a too uncommon trait, especially around here. He had green eyes, which clashed with his dull, pink hair. Yes dull pink. He was wearing a slightly dull shaded, dark and light blue jacket, and a even darker shade of blue for pants. His shoes? Just pure brown ones.
With a dull, creamy/grayish color bag over his shoulder, a strange, box shaped device in hand, and the faintest hints of dry tear marks on his face. Meet Henry Stickmin. He's short on cash, so it's time to get some. He is not to be confused with Henry Stickman. If there was any person with that name. If there was, he likely didn't need to steal money to properly start off his life. Henry (Stickmin) knew it was wrong, but just one or two hundred dollars shouldn't hurt, right?
He glanced down at the strange device in hand, known as the Teleporter. Real clever name, but instantly tells you what it does. What it doesn't tell you, is that it only has a guarantee to work the 1st time, every other time it was a fifty/fifty chance of working right. Henry had watched many volunteer test subjects try to use it and most either disappear or ended up dead nearby. And he was not ending up halfway inside a wall.
He glanced down at his hand. "I just need something to break into this bank... Please" he said as he closed his eye. He tried focusing on many possible things he could use, he just needed to get this right once... Just be perfect once.
He felt something soft appear in his hand as he looked down at it, a faint, dull yellow bag with a Money sign on it. How was that meant to help? He sighed in defeat, walking back in the direction he originally came. Maybe he could sell some of the clothing he has in his other bag for a few bucks?
He paused when he heard something coming from up ahead. He looked up, seeing a faint, blue blur. Why would it be out in the middle of nowhere? The only thing he could think of was maybe it was on it's way to the bank... He suddenly looked down at the yellow bag, an idea popping into his head. Quickly he toss the second bag behind a rock to come back to later, and put his feet in the money bag.
He looked as the blue blur, some sort of vehicle, came into view more, before quickly throwing the top over his body. "Please tie" He thought as he messed around with the top of the bag, hoping he could get the red tie in a knot. As soon as he thought it could be ok enough, he flop down on the ground. He heard a faint rush sound and faintly felt wind push against the edge of the bag, before hearing a sound he could compare to a squeak, before hearing footsteps against the ground.
"Huh? How did we lose one?" A faint voice asked, slightly muffled to Henry thanks to the bag.
"I think we should throw it in the back." A slightly older and rougher voice replied. "...Just to be safe?"
Henry had to hold his breath to keep from making noise as he felt the bag he was in beginning to drag, faintly hearing one of the voices mention the bag was heavy. He felt himself being thrown into the back, him quietly going "Ow." As his face would have landed face first into metal if it wasn't for the bag being in-between. He heard footsteps come near him before hearing a faint roar like sound, and faintly felt the...trunk he believed? Felt whatever he was in, begin to move.
Outside the bank, the guard on the left glanced over at his partner. "You ever...," He asked "...wonder why there's a bank out here?"
"Well..." His partner replied. "It's suppose to be more of a vault, you know?"
"Ohhh that makes sense!" The guard said, before focusing his attention forward again.
The gate to the vault opened as the blue trunk went in. The man in the back threw a few bags of cash he has in the back in, including the bag the held the soon-to-be thief. The truck pulled away and the gate closed. Henry pushed himself out of the bag, taking a quick glance around. He couldn't help but smile. He did it! He was in. "YES!" He shouted as he hopped up and shot a fist into the air...
Only for it to hit some sort of red light, beam...thing, causing some sort of alarm to go off. Henry only had a second to look confused before the gate opened up, the guards aiming there guns at him. "Freeze! Don't move!" One shouted as he raised his hands in the air, sighing.
One day out and already he was having bad luck.