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It was a windy night in Spitbucket. The town was empty and everyone was asleep. Everyone but an unknown kid that was standing all alone in front of a building, holding a sack hoping to fill it up with valuables from this town.

Nine year old Todd looked around for any witnesses near the bar. He had been forced to go out and steal some stuff for his parents and he knew they loved to drink, although he was suprised that for some unknown reason, this town never had any bandits steal from here. But he's gonna change that.

He entered the bar through the wooden doors and opened his bag, immediately going to where all the drinks were located. He dropped all he could fit into the bag and tied it closed.

The little boy dragged the big bag behind him with a proud grin, although the bag was a bit too much for his size plus the noise. He exited through the wooden doors and dragged the bag behind him. 'This was too easy.' He giggled as he thought to himself.

All of a sudden, he stopped as he heard.. Someone crying? He looked around for anyone outside and saw a little boy, on his knees crying under a stand with a bright light. Who is that? Todd slowly walked forward and let go of his bag full of stuff. In his town, people who cry are known as soft people. He rarely ever saw anybody cry, so he slowly approached the sobbing kid.

The person on his knees heard soft footsteps approaching, getting louder with each step towards him. He lifted his head in the direction and watched as the person around his age slightly bend over and lift his chin up."What's wrong?" Said the small child with little hair horns forming from the top of his head. Once Todd lifted his chin, he observed the boy and surprisingly, he had no eyes.

The crying boy sniffled and looked up at Todd. "M-My dad.." Todd let go of his chin and sat down next to him. "Is he hurting you?"
"No.. Well, yes..? He's a sheriff and I'm gonna be the next. I don't wanna keep training with guns.. I just wanna be a normal kid with toys." Todd looked back at the big bag he dropped that was full of stolen things. Normal.. He isn't a normal kid, but he's doing this so he can even continue being a kid, to live. He stood up and held his hand out towards the sobbing boy on the floor. "Come with me. You can be a kid just like everyone else."

"H-Huh..?" He sniffled and looked up at his hand. "I-.."
"THOMPSON!"
The boy on the floor, Thompson, stood up and looked at his front door where the yell came from. His dad. He looked back at Tord who still had his arm stretched out to him. He hesitated before jumping once he heard his name being called again, only louder and much more angry. "Please, you're the only kid my age that has talked to me like a normal person.. Let's meet back here tomorrow, okay uhm.." Tord let his arm rest next to his side. "Todd." Thompson smiled and nodded. "I got to go, Todd." He nodded and watched as Thompson walked back inside his home.

Todd stood up and dusted the sand off of his pants and went back to get his bag of stolen stuff and carried it back to his town. 'What an interesting person..'

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