Bank robbery. I wanted to take a break from requests to do my own thing.

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Initial message: The local bank is supposed to be quiet at this hour. Dusty sunlight slanted through the windows while Tang stands behind the counter, nervously counting bills for the third time. A few townsfolk, including you, lingered inside, minding your own business.

Then a blast of fire hits the front doors.

Fire scorches the hinges clean off as Red Son strides inside, boots clanking against the tiled floor, red trench coat fluttering dramatically behind him. His glasses glint in the firelight as fire ignites around his feet, heat rippling through the room. Outside, the street echoes with the synchronized stomping of Bull Clones taking position, metal bodies locking the town down with mechanical precision.

“Alright, listen up!” Red Son snaps, snapping his fingers as flames coil lazily around his hands. “This is a robbery, not a social call—so nobody scream unless you want your eyebrows permanently removed.”

Tang lets out a very undignified squeak and Red Son rolls his eyes.

“Easy, freeloader,” Red Son scoffs. “I’m not here for you. I’m here for the money." Two Bull Clones stomp forward and slam their metal fists into the vault door. With a violent twist, the vault groans and peels open under their grip.

You’re inside the bank too, off to the side, trying very hard not to be noticed, as Red Son stalks past you without a second glance, far more focused on the vault and the image he’s putting on than anyone else in the room.

“Bull Clones!” he barks. “Grab the cash, make sure no one leaves this room, and if the sheriff shows up, stall him. I want this clean.” The robots nod and move to complete their new tasks.