Bandit didn't like to be alone.
To be fair, he didn't like a lot of things; The dark, staining his clothes, hurting people- All of those were things he disliked.
But Bandit especially hated loneliness, especially being unarmed and alone.
Without his fellow puppets, without his sister and the bank tellers and the sheriff and all of Showtown, Bandit felt sad and uneasy.
But, without a weapon.. He felt scared. Unsafe.
Without both, he didn't feel like Showdown Bandit anymore; more like a Showdown Sham.
So being in a place where he had no friends, no weapon- It was all too much. This was all too much.
Biting back another whine, however, Bandit forced himself to his feet.
He was the Showdown Bandit.
He was the Showdown Bandit!
If he couldn't face a lonely place, living off the land and being as tough as he was handsome and cool, Bandit wouldn't fit his title at all!
Taking a deep breath and puffing out his chest, Bandit moved to the door, nudging aside the broken planks of wood with a foot.
If he cowered here forever, he couldn't go home.
And the last thing Bandit would ever want is to stay away from his home, no matter how broken and full of monsters it was.
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Showtime Showdown (Reversed Story, BATIM + SB)
AcakNOTE: BATIM Spoilers ahead! Showtime Showdown takes place in an Alternate Universe(AU) of BATIM+SDB; The events, characters, et cetera in this fic are NOT aligned entirely with either canon. When reading this fic, keep in mind things Will be differ...
