Its the early morning, which apparently you think is a perfect time for you strike. barely anyone is out yet, including the officers of this small town, You've been planning this for a week, you stole a gun from some thugs in town, and cut holes into a black beanie your mom gave you. You're gonna rob Mr Jenson's department store, practically the richest man in town.

You look into the mirror, hyping yourself up, and you take the mask, pull it on, take the pistol, and put it in your back pocket, and jog out the door

Like you thought, nobody's patrolling the streets. The town reeks of garbage, blood, and rust. The windows on the buildings are either cracked or broken entirely. The buildings look like they're barely hanging on. It's definitely not much, but hey, at least it's better than the open wasteland

You kick open the door, Mr Jenson is already in, bent over, putting something in place, and he looks up

"Oh, a customer this early--Ah!" He yelps and holds his hands You put on a shitty deep voice, which at the time, you thought was soooo badass "G-give meh da cash" Mr jensen opens the register, without hesitation "H-here! Take it!"

You just now remember, you've been planning this for a whole week, but didn't even bring a bag with you. You say f~ck it and just grab whatever can fit in your hands, maybe about 150 dollars, not optimal, not much as you thought, but better than nothing. You rush out the door, adrenaline pumping, with a wide smile plastered on your face, but as soon as you open the door, that stupid smile drops like a stone on a cliff

You freeze, and there he is, Sheriff Walker. He has one hand on his hip and smoking a cigarette with the other. He takes a puff and blows out a slow cloud of smoke, and drops the cig on the sidewalk, twisting it with his boot

He exhales, a deep, long sigh, almost like he doesn't even want to be here "Look...." he starts slowly, not even looking you in the eye "Times are rough, I get it.... But to be frank, it's way too fuckin' early in the morin' for thi--" When he looks up, he suddenly pauses, his words dying in his throat, his mouth hadn't even closed yet. His eyes scan you up and down

"Wait a minute...." He takes a step forward "Aren't you.... Miss Kennedy's kid? My Neighbor?

you dont respond, and just stand there like a deer in headlights, he scoffs dryly and pulls out another cig, shaking his head "Yup, Thats miss kennedy's kid."

"H-how'd you know--I mean, no im not!"

he geatures quickly with his cigarette hand to your face "Kid, you cut the damn holes too big, you're practically showin' your whole face."

"Wait--What?" You pull the mask off, and look at it, sure enough, the eye holes are WAY too big, they show damn near your entire cheek and forehead, and the big mouth hole doesn't help either, your chin is showing

"Kid, why would you pull off the...." He stops himself and runs a slow hand down his face "I can't.... You have got to be the worst criminal... In this town... and that's saying a lot"

"Don't try to arrest me! I'm armed!"

"Armed with what? The pistol in your back pocket? It's on safety, saw it hanging outta your back pocket when you walked in, doesnt even have a damn clip in it either...." He rubs his forehead I'll tell you what, it's early in the morning, i didnt even have coffee, and I really don't feel like processing you right, and dealing with the paperwork. So I won't arrest you if you just put the money back, and go home, but I will have to tell your mother."