You sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose. Liam and Finn...They were a whirlwind of chaotic energy wrapped in a package of unwavering devotion. They were your best friends, your brothers in everything but blood, and the bane of your existence. Their motto, written in bold invisible letters on their foreheads, was "Act first, think later." That was the motto that got them into countless scrapes, all of which you somehow miraculously managed to untangle.

Liam was muscular, broad-shouldered, and quick to anger. Finn was a spark, an idea generator, always overflowing... Well, let's call them "creative" solutions to problems that didn't necessarily exist. Together, they were a force of nature, usually destructive.

You, on the other hand, were the anchor. A strategist. The voice of reason, which was usually drowned out by their enthusiasm, but always eventually listened to. You were the one who could calm angry shopkeepers, explain broken windows with a disarming smile, and convince the local police that no, they didn't "want" to paint the mayor's statue neon pink.

One evening, scrolling through Instagram, boredom was on your heels, a live notification popped up. The user's name was a string of random letters and numbers. Curiosity aroused you, and you clicked.

Two figures dressed in hoodies with hoods pulled over their heads, their faces hidden by masks.

Finn- Greetings, citizens. Tonight, we will strike back at the corporate overlords. Tonight we will release... uh…

Liam- Stop talking nonsense. We're robbing the mall today!