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Icarus was looking through his bank account. Zero dollars. He needed to get money quickly. He was going to end up starving if he didn’t buy new food. He didn’t want to be on the streets; his lousy apartment was better than nothing. He also needs to pay his bills.
His stomach growled. He stood up to check for food in his fridge. Nothing. He felt dizzy as he went to sit back down. His vision swirled and seemed to go darker. He involuntarily was sitting on his floor now.
He scrolled on his phone to distract his mind from his body. He wished he had the ability to get a job; however, he was too lazy. Well at least, he believed he was lazy. In actuality, he had depression.
He saw a meme about banks and suddenly, an idea popped in his head; “Rob a bank.”
He called Soul, he couldn’t execute this plan alone.
“Hey. Soul”
“Yo, Icarus what’s up.”
“I’m going to rob a bank.”
There was a pause. “What. The. Fuck. NO!? You’re joking right?”
There was another pause. “No. I’m serious.”
Soul hung up on Icarus.
He prepared his stuff, he would need a lock pick, a utility knife, a snack, a disguise, most importantly his night magic cologne. He had acquired the cologne from a witch he met one time who had a shop with perfumes and colognes. It was a very successful business. The witch also happened to be his friend at one point, but that’s not relevant to today.
Soul called the ghostly pale person again “Yo, Icarus you really should not rob a bank. That’s… the worst idea I’ve ever heard.” Soul advised him.
“Hey Soul… I already started packing.”
Icarus couldn’t see Soul but just knew he narrowed his eyes. Well, guessed. The silence gave evidence to his guess.
“Soul, please go with me. Pretty please with a cherry on top!” Icarus attempted making his voice sound cutesy, he just sounded like an off-brand Spongebob (In a bad way).
Soul begrudgingly went along with Icarus. The eclectic split man drove to Icarus’s messy house, he ignored the clutter in Icarus’s yard.
“Yo, I’ve arrived. I’m at your shitty abode” Soul chuckled at himself.
“Yeah thanks, I’ll tell you the plan on the way, just hop in the car.” Icarus rushed his speech.
“You mean… your car that threatens to fall apart at any minor inconvenience?” Soul asked with concern, for both himself and the candle man.
“Yes, I mean my car that threatens to fall apart at any minor inconvenience.” Icarus said flatly.
The 2 arrived at the bank.
A banker saw them. “Uh what can I help you with?”
“Yeah, we just need to get to the safe” Icarus started. Soul just stared at him, his mouth agape.
“What the fuck man? This is NOT the time to be making that joke” Soul said, attempting to cover up Icarus’s foolishness.
“Oh yeah…! Uh whoops…” Icarus replied, with a saddeningly bad lying voice. The banker just ignored it though.
Icarus went to a less visible area. He sprayed the cologne, the room darkened. The darkness spread throughout the whole bank. He could barely see, but with the impression of it being nighttime all the bankers went home. That normally wouldn’t be allowed with people still in, but the cologne was magic, so logic doesn’t really apply here.
The red line on Soul’s face illuminated the building slightly. The two friends went to the safe of the bank. Which wasn’t digital because if it was it’d mess up the story.
In the safe Icarus saw so much gold, and diamonds. Their eyes practically lit up. They were about to run to steal the priceless items when suddenly; He stepped on a tripwire setting off an alarm.
In the police station, an alarm went off. The officers hurried to the source of the alarm, the bank.
The police found him in the safe. The dark made it harder for them to see.
A mysterious shadowy stranger was in the bank. Who’s side he was on? This wasn’t known.
“Hello weird blue tied man.” Icarus said, with an obviously forced smile. “Icarus, that’s Zubin. He’s not going to really be on anyone’s side unless we can give him some sort of reward for helping us.
“Well what kind of stuff does he like?” Icarus asked, tilting his head.
“I forgot.” Soul replied flatly.
Icarus clenched his fist. “That’s… fine. This is fine. Totally fine.
No. It is not everything is going to absolute shit.”
Zubin just sort of left. He really couldn’t care less about this situation.
Soul and Icarus had to make a getaway and fast. The police were on their tails, and they failed their bank heist. The two hopped onto some motorcycles conveniently sitting outside the bank. They actually belonged to some security guards, but they didn’t know. They can deal with being completely cooked later. The two just were relieved to be home and away from the police now.