The Three Bandits (Showdown Bandit X Reader)

The Three Bandits (Showdown Bandit X Reader)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Oct 16, 2019
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Action and Thriller
Lately showdown valley has been dull and dangerst.since the bandit has been missing there had to be a hero.in this x reader u will be on a journey to save the town and the people from all the villens in the valley.will u find the bandet and bendy or will they find u and will bandit fall in love? find out on this story hope u injoy. :)
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In the quiet desert village of Dey, living among the sand dunes and mirages, existed an anomaly - me. I was different, born without the ability to read, write or keep long memories. My scientist father hailed my uniqueness as a miracle, but my life was far from ordinary. To the village, I was just an oddity, a walking puzzle with missing pieces. My only solace was my best friend, always standing by me, his unspoken love for me etched in his affectionate gaze. We lived under a cruel regime with a population no more than a hundred. Every year, one of us would be chosen on the Counting Day, a ceremonious banishing ritual, to become yet another outcast to the floating prison island far off in the ocean - our village's dreaded version of population control. Our past criminals, defiant to government, and more terrifyingly, our loved ones gone missing, were thought to inhabit that island, their fate, a terrifying enigma. This year, as the Counting Day approached unrelentingly, and my loved one's life rested on borrowed time, I made a decision. I volunteered to be casted out. It was my turn to face the unknown with a hidden purpose - to locate my lost father who was sent there years ago.

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