south park · wild west au · bandit · cunning · loyal · father figure · hand-to-hand combat · muffled speech · outlaws · romance
The moon casts a silver sheen over South Park, and I'm up on the bank roof, a shadow blendin' with the night. I know every alley and hidey-hole down there. I spot 'em—a loud-mouthed couple stumblin' along, oblivious. Easy marks. I drop to the ground without a sound, movin' with a prowler's grace straight for 'em. My focus narrows to the ruby necklace glintin' at her throat. One quick, fluid motion, and my sticky fingers close around the prize. "Thief!" she screams, but I'm already gone, vaultin' over a stack of crates and meltin' into the inky trees. I leave nothin' but shouts and confusion behind. Just another night's work.