Jacket groaned and hoped the bank had a bathroom.
He proceeded to enter inside the bank. He admitted that going to a bank just to use the restroom was a bit stupid, but after eating that quesadilla, the last of his dignity kind of just died. Besides, he did stupider things in the past. Boy did he do stupider things...
Ignoring his memories with the past, Jacket looked quickly around for the restroom. The bank was medium-sized with not that much people in it, most whom were either sitting in desks with accountants, security guards walking around, or just standing in line to the teller desks. There was a large water fountain placed near the entrance of the bank, depicting what seemed to be horse with a unicorn horn and pegasus wings. Back in Jacket's world, they are called unicorns, but in this world, they're called alicorns. Unicorns just have horns and pegasi just have wings. Jacket wondered why they weren't just called unicorns, since that's what they were. And for that matter, why are they always princesses or princes? Just as he was about to wonder why there never any alicorn kings or queens, Jacket shook his head in annoyance and focused primarily on the restroom.
After walking around a bit more, Jacket let out a sigh of relief when he finally found the restrooms. He quickly entered it and ran to the nearest toilet stall.
As Jacket took his time in the restroom, three men entered the bank. Each of them looked aggressive and had sleeveless t-shirts which exposed their tattooed muscles. They walked around a bit, seemingly searching for something.
Eventually, Jacket was finished with his business and proceeded to wash his hands calmly. He finished and dried his hands with some paper towels. Almost killed by a quesadilla, Jacket thought to himself in dismay. What else can go wrong?
"NOBODY FUCKING MOVE! THIS IS A FUCKING ROBBERY!!!"
Jacket's ears perked up and he burst through the restroom door. Hiding behind a wall, he spotted black-dressed men with ski masks on their faces and weapons in their hands. A couple of them shot their rifles on the ceiling, causing all the people in the bank to scream in horror.
The security guards tried to pull out their pistols but were quickly killed by the robbers. The three tattooed men whispered to each other and shrugged. They pulled out their desert eagles and fired at the robbers. After gunning down one robber, the rest of them fired at the tattooed men, who hid behind a desk. Another robber took this time to sprint behind the desk and point his twin MP5's at the robbers. The tattooed men looked up and were immediately shot dead.
Jacket let out a growl before he spotted a robber next to him who did not notice the blonde man. Jacket thought for a bit. Be a hero or go with it? He wondered. Fuck it.
It was now or never.
Jacket ran up behind the robber and snapped his neck. Before the dead robber fell to the ground, Jacket quickly swiped his machine gun rifle and ski mask. After quickly putting on the mask, Jacket proceeded to fire at the robbers.
After gunning down two robbers, the other robbers detected Jacket and snarled at him. "Kill him!"
Jacket jumped to a nearby desk and glared at the robbers who were trying to shoot him. Two of them ran to the desk with Uzis in their hands. Each of them appeared on each side of the desk and pointed their weapons at the blonde man. Jacket quickly dashed behind one of the robber and directed his Uzi at the other robber, shooting him by mistake. He then swiped his Uzi before snapping the robber's neck.
Jacket jumped back to the desk and used his other free hand to grab the rifle. He gritted his teeth as he stood up from his cover and ran to another desk. As he ran, he pointed both his Uzi and rifle at the masked men and fired. The bank patrons began to scream and closed their eyes, hearing only the sounds of crying, gunfire, and the death throes of three robbers.
Just as Jacket reached the desk, three robbers jumped behind the teller desks and began to fire. Five robbers hid behind the large water fountain while the other two sprinted towards Jacket. One of them jumped on top of the desk and began to fire. Jacket hid under the desk, avoiding the gunfire, and then proceeded to fire up towards the desk. The robbers watched as the bullets flew through the top of the desk, killing the robber on top of the desk. Jacket heard the robber fall to the ground and saw another robber appear in his sight with his shotgun ready to fire off a shell.
The robbers behind the teller desks heard one of their men being killed, causing them to steady their guns at the desk. A chunk of the walls was shot off from a shotgun, causing the robbers to shoot at debris, thinking the blonde man was there. Upon realizing they were tricked, they were immediately gunned down by Jacket with his Uzi and rifle, who jumped from the other side of the desk. Their blood splattered into the walls and some frightened bank patrons who screamed in terror.
One of the robbers jumped from the fountain and grabbed an overweight man who he presumed is the manager of the bank
"Do anything else and I'll blow this guy's brains out, motherfucker!" The masked robber hissed at the hiding Jacket.
"Do what he says, you'll get us all killed!" The manager scolded at the blonde man.
Shut the fuck up, fat man, this shit is none of your business, Jacket grumbled in his mind. He leapt from his cover and fired a bullet directly into the robber's head, releasing the bank manager in the process.
Taking a deep breath, Jacket soon sprinted towards the fountain. The remaining robbers quickly pointed their guns at him and fired. The patrons were astonished at the sight of Jacket strafing to the side, avoiding all of the bullets.
One of the robbers tried to reload only to get plunged into the water from the fountain. He tried to get up but was unable to do so when Jacket shoved his foot on the man's back, refusing to let the man get out of the water. As he began to drown the man in water, Jacket quickly pointed his Uzi at the robbers and pulled on the trigger until the magazine from the gun was clean dry. As he saw the robbers laying in their own blood, Jacket turned to the man in the water fountain. The bubbles coming from his body have stopped, resulting in Jacket lifting his foot off the dead man's back.
Without hesitating, Jacket charged out of the bank while gasping for air. He removed his mask as he stood outside, rubbing his eyes with a shocked look in his face. Jacket wasted no time fleeing away from the bank.
This store music sounds familiar, Jacket thought to himself.
After that...event that just happened a while ago, Jacket decided to pay a visit in some convenience store that was coincidentally a couple of blocks away from his apartment. He looked around, seeing many things like snacks, drinks, and even some supplies for Halloween, or Nightmare Night as this world calls it, despite the fact that it is November.
Jacket couldn't help but become mentally amused in his mind. Reminded him of how stores sold Valentine's Day supplies during Christmas time back on Earth. Apparently Valentine's Day is Hearts and Hooves Day while Christmas is now Hearth's Warming Eve. He also discovered how some places are named after actual places on Earth, but with some kind of horse-related thing. Manehattan? Los Pegasus? Fillydelphia? What was with this world's fixation on horses? At least that explains the horse fountain at the bank.
Shaking his head, Jacket looked around to find some beer and chips when suddenly he stopped in his tracks. He couldn't believe what he had just saw. He had to rub his eyes and slap himself in the cheeks a bit to test if he was sleeping. He certainly wasn't.
Laying next to the plastic jack-o'-lanterns and party-sized cherry sours was a plastic mask. A mask of a red and white rooster.
Quietly, Jacket picked up the mask and thoroughly observed it, looking at the front, back, and sides. This wasn't just some rooster mask. It looked like the exact same rooster mask back on Earth. Jacket's breath trembled as he brought up his thoughts on his past.
He can still hear them. The crackling sounds of gunfire. The screams of Russian mobsters. The squishes of their brains on the floor. The gurgling death throes of those Ruskie bastards...
Jacket growled as he shook his head from those thoughts. He looked at the rooster mask in deep thought. After some time, he decided to forgot about the beer and chips and instead walked up to the cashier with the rooster mask.
"A lil' too late for Halloween, sir." The female cashier mumbled as she gave him his change and the mask inside a plastic bag. "But it's none of my business. Have a nice day, sir."
Jacket nodded his thanks at the cashier and soon left the store with the mask inside the plastic bag. He started to sprint at the apartment. He stopped to get a look of it. The red and black apartment was about five stories tall and, judging from some cracked brick walls and several shattered window panes, was a piece of shit.
Jacket shrugged. At least he had a home. As he calmly walked to the place where the three girls were at, Jacket began to ponder a bit. Why are these three young girls holding up in a shithole like this? They seem like nice and shy girls, at least when they're not arguing amongst one another.
Eventually, he stood in front of the door to their place. Taking out his keys, Jacket began to unlock the door and open it. As expected, their place looked like shit. There were patches on the carpet, broken concrete walls, and a stench that's making Jacket sick already.
He spotted the three girls from before, sitting in a table eating a lunch consisting of...saltine crackers and water. That's it.
"Oh hey there!" Sonata greeted with a grin. "Welcome to your new home!"
"It stinks, but it will do." Aria grumbled as she continued to eat her lunch.
"Feel free to make yourself at home." Adagio said to Jacket as she sighed. "I mean, it's your new home now."
Jacket nodded and looked at the couch, which looked dirty and ripped, but was still okay to sit on. Yawning, the blonde man placed his plastic bag on the couch and soon sat on it. He ruffled his hair as he looked around with his emotionless face.
Home sweet home.
The two teenagers watched Jacket quietly exited out of the store.
"That motherfucker just killed all of those robbers all on his own." The white-haired teenager stammered in complete disbelief
"What about the three men you hired?" The red-haired teenager asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Dead. But they're expendable, so big whoop." The white-haired teenager responded without a care in his tone. "But what I'm more interested is that man there."
The red-haired teenager grinned as he looked through his binoculars. "Well, I know where the son of a bitch lives now."
He pointed to the red and black apartment that was a few blocks away. The two teenagers grinned maliciously as they drove away.