OS Oneshots! (Object Show Oneshots!)

Gold or Silver? PT 1

Request from ImaRosey 

3rd POV

Spray paint was anything but useful. In his opinion and others, he caused nothing but trouble. He'd be told by those around how little he brought to the team. This caused him to be a solo robber. Boy oh boy was he better working by himself.

His wanted posters were a little ugly, but besides that, he loves the attention he's getting. Other robbers nearby would recognize him and, in secrecy, ask to rob with him. Although he would love to, his irritating thoughts would tell him that they're only using his solo robbing to get good money out of him. He knows. 

He only became good because he learned by himself. Lasey nor the group ever made him useful for themselves. He decided to jump into action only when he was told that he couldn't do anything in his power, otherwise, he'd just 'mess up the mission'. It's alright. Besides, they're why he's finally the best robber in the world. 

However, he's recently been...too rich, in his opinion. Not for financial reasons, but mentality reasons too. He's noticed how narcissistic he could be at times. He feels that human civilization failed him, yet is the only reason why he didn't turn into a total dickwad.

Maybe he should start talking to other people. His antisocial self is what's causing him to be singled out anyways. Although he loves the attention, he won't love it for long, especially when the cops get to him. So he decided to find a certain place to get robbed that night.

Now what place was he feeling? The museum's historical carpets seem very fitting for his mansion back at Low Pine Boulevard. But then again, he needs more jewelry in his collection of dollar bills and coins. It looks a little bland with just green pieces of paper and colorless coins. 

He didn't know where he could rob today, so in the afternoon he decided to take a walk around town since it is on the more expensive side of things. He took a glance at a couple of mansions with a smirk. He could rob these places now. Influencers are rather stupid to not keep their houses locked around these areas. But he didn't want some random toys and dildos in his mansion. Influencers are weird. If you're gonna be famous, be famous for something useful.

In his thought, he felt something beneath his feet that stuck his feet between said thing and the sidewalk beneath. Before he could catch himself, he stumbles in an attempt to get his foot out of the situation. Though it proved to be useless, and he ended up falling on some object. 

"Ah! I'm sorry!" Screamed the object beneath him. He looks down to find a flustered computer mouse beneath Spray Paint. Spray picks himself up while rubbing his head.

"Sorry. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings." Spray Paint said while offering a hand to the female. The computer mouse looks up at the boy before taking his hand and heaving herself up. Once she balanced herself on her two feet, she looks up at the boy while tilting her head.

To her, This can seem rather familiar. She couldn't pinpoint how though. His face and body give off criminal thought, yet she couldn't believe it. How can some criminal be this kind-hearted?

"Thank you. What's your name?" Asked the Computer Mouse. Spray Paint smiles at the girl politely before introducing himself. It was only when he said his name that the Mouse's eyes widen.

"No way! You're the famous," The computer mouse stops herself midway while looking around. She then smiles with stars for her eyes before continuing in a soft voice.

"You're the famous robber Spray Paint, right?" Said the computer mouse. Spray Paint chuckles awkwardly while rubbing the nape of his neck.

"You won't try to turn me in, right?" Asked Spray Paint. The mouse shook her head no while grinning at the can of paint.