Y/N is one of the few to survive Addwaitya's mass genocide against the people of Ledgerdomain, with the help of his parents he fled to Earth to escape the mad tyrants wrath but his parents weren't so lucky.
One day Y/N's life would change after he...
A bank on a different planet housed a handful of different alien species, one of the alien's inside approached the counter with a Sylonnoid on the other side as the tellers.
Sylonnoid: Welcome to The Great Vault of Sulcus, what can I do for you today?
Alien: ⟟'⋔ ⌰⍜⍜☍⟟⋏☌ ⏁⍜ ⍜⌿⟒⋏ ⏃⋏ ⏃☊☊⍜⎍⋏⏁ ⊑⟒⍀⟒, ⏚⎍⏁ ⟟ ⊑⏃⎐⟒ ⍜⋏⟒ ⍾⎍⟒⌇⏁⟟⍜⋏. ⊑⍜⍙ ⌇⟒☊⎍⍀⟒ ⟟⌇ ⊬⍜⎍⍀ ⏚⏃⋏☍? ⟟ ⎅⍜⋏'⏁ ⍙⏃⋏⏁ ⏁⍜ ⌰⍜⌇⟒ ⋔⊬ ⏁⟒⊬⎅⟒⋏⌇. (I'm looking to open an account here, but I have one question. How secure is your bank? I don't want to lose my teydens.)
Sylonnoid: I assure you, this bank is the most secure depository in this side of the galaxy.
Before the alien could reply, two guns shots were heard outside and the doors opened as the Vreedle Brothers stepped inside.
Octagon: Alright, nobody move! I do believe I'd like to make a withdrawal.
Rhomboid: It's wha' ya might call a stick up.
The aliens inside put their hands up as the two clones approached the teller but bank security quickly stepped in and pointed their guns at them.
Bank Guard: Drop it, Vreedles! You're surrounded!
The door to the bank opened again as the guards turned around only to be scared of what came through. Ma Vreedle.
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Ma Vreedle: Gametes 'N Things closes on half an hour!
Sylonnoid: M-M-Ma Vreedle?
Ma Vreedle: Yeah, hi. Can't really chat, gonna shoot y'all now, steal valuables, make a clean getaway like that. Now, drop 'em.
Without a second thought, the guards dropped their weapons and put their hands up.
Sylonnoid: W-We surrender, just take the money. I-I'm too young and witty to die!
Ma Vreedle: That's smart. You've got nothin' to lose by cooperatin', except for money what ain't even yours.
Rhomboid: Mhm. And your dignity and any sense of trustworthiness.
Octagon: Boid...
Rhomboid: And probably your job.
Octagon: Boid!
Rhomboid: What?!
Octagon: We're supposed to whatcha might call persuading these folks to cooperate.
Ma Vreedle: That's okay. That's what I was doin'. Pardon ma boys. They're what you call "half baked".
Rhomboid: She's alluding to the fact that she made us from a clone kit way past its "best if used by" date.
