You're the candy man?(Closed to someguy)

Sean tugged down tightly on the mask he had over his head. It concealed his face pretty good, so he thought he was ready for this. Looking over a bank in the dead of night, though the lights still shined around it. As well as inside, since it was still hours for it to be open. Though he knew that this was a golden oppurtunity to grab hims some extra cash, if he pulled this off right. Though Sean wanted to try, and avoid any death if he could.Granted he was hoping he didn't meet any pesky heroes around. They tended to mess up his plans, well whenever he had a small time robbery. This was him stealing from a bank, larger scale. He was facing major time in prison if this whole deal ended up flopping. Though he had no intentions of messing up now, not when so much money was a prize for him. It could pay his rent for months, as well as pay for any other expenses they had. Maybe even buy a steady house instead of an apartment. That sounded like a perfect idea.

Quickly he felt over the guns the were holstered on his thighs, as well as the large quanities of remote detonating explosives. Medium sized white sticks lining his left thigh, down to his knee. A detonater strapped onto his chest on a chest strap. Rounds prepared for any development that came up, Sean wasn't giving room for error. First he pulled a remote detonation round of of his thigh, throwing it into a allyway beside the bank, as well as infront of it. Thumb resting on the red button of his detonator softly, as he prepared to begin the big demonstration. With a deep breath Sean leapt from his perch onto the bank roof without so much as a sound. Where he assumed would be the vault below. Smirking as he pressed the red button on the detonator, causing loud deafening explosions to erupt from the side, and front of the bank. Not harming anyone, but sending them into a panic.

Quickly Sean slammed his fist hard into the roof, as the concrete gave way against his strength. Sean slammed down with both feet as the roof gave way, allowing him to jump into the building. Landing with a small thump against the floor. Now in the building with people running around, though a man with a gun, presumably a bank security official sighted him. not good at all, Sean cursed as he quickly moved. Putting all the force he could into a leap forward, slamming the man against a wall in a full shoulder tackle, before he could pull a gun. Which was pretty good for him, but now he had work to be done.

It seemed the chaos he wanted to create though had gotten out of hand, though he was not wearing the usual clothing so it was all good. Though he would have to get the money before he had to deal with more guys with guns. he never truely did like gun, pointed at him anyway. He didn like his guns though, they just had a certain charm to him. Quickly Sean ran upto the large metal vault, placing a few remote explosives along the major weak points of the vault. Makign sure they were put in firmly as he felt over the large felt bag on his back. A flashback of the situation with that party coming to his mind.

"Those were the days." Sean muttered to himself, though it sounded mechanical through the mask filter. He quickly ran to a safe distance, while trying to avoid suspicion. Which is hard when you have a black mask on,though he didn't want his identity to be given away. that would defeat the purpose of this whole thing anyway. The explosives did their jobs, knockign the door down. Sean quickly rushing into the vault, shiving bills into the bag, though a guard saw this, and told him to stop in a loud stern voice. Sean cursed, nonchalantly looking as if he were giving up, since the guy most likely had no idea he had powers. So he just allowed the man to come closer to most liekly subdue him. Though Sean had other plans for him. As the guy inched closer, Sean felt for any moisture in the air, which there was a small amount. So he called for it to move in a stream to knock the gun from the mans hand, though he fired, the bullet slamming into his shoulder hard.

It broke skin, but didn't go deep enough to do any damage. So Sean took advantage of this, slamming his fist into the guys face. Sending him reeling backwards, as he collided with the ground. Sean took the bag, and looked for the hole he made. With all his strength, he leapt through it onto the roof again. Carefully leaping off from the roof, as he ran through an allyway that he landed near the entrance of. Hearing the sirens that followed, he knew this would get ugly. Thats why he didn't bring his katana, didn't need it to be linked to a criminal.

Sweet tooth stood outside the large bank he had robbed ages ago disguised in a large trench coat and a large hat, the money he had taken last time had given him the time to work on a prototype cure for his condition, unfortunately his stupidity caused him to order the wrong supplies needed from the burnt research papers he had found in the ruins of the facility that had created him. The money he had taken from last time was barely enough to sustain him, he needed more this time, he had to keep trying, there had to be a way to get a way back to being human, though being immortal was nice, not aging, not dying... it had been decades since the accident, Sweet Tooth couldn't even remember his name, let alone his face. But it was time to make a difference, this time the vault was all the up at the tippity top of the facility, most likely a few armed guards, nothing he couldn't handle.

With haste he dropped into a bloby form and his disguise fell to the ground, a young woman screamed in alarm as the man who had stood before her seemed to have vanished. He slid along the ground thin as a sheet of ice, evading the feet of the men and women entering and exiting the bank, he slid up the walls and began his travel upwards, heading upwards as quickly as he could. As he slid up the wall he watched through the glass windows, looking at the goings on at each level, citizens withdrawing and depositing cash, wonderful cash, beautiful currency that would be his to utilize!

About half way up the building there was a large bang coming from the top of the building, nothing too bad to worry about, more than likely some kids shooting off fireworks, playing around trying to spur up some trouble. Just having a good laugh and.....then it hit him, what would children be doing on the roof of a bank, hell what would children be doing with fireworks! that shit was dangerous!. Sweet Tooth quickened his rise and was surprised to find a large hole in the side of the building, more than likely from some kind of explosive. As Sweet Tooth reached the top he could see people at ground level beginning to rush out of the building their screams echoing through the air. As he finally slid onto the roof he formed himself back into a humanoid shape just in time to see a fairly young masked man jump from the rooftop carrying a large bag, "I knew there were kids playing with fireworks up here!" he said, "But why did he jump unless.." Sweet Tooth looked down off the edge of the building watching the young man descend. He saw small green slips of paper floating through the air, 'Sonofa...". Some kid had gotten to the vault before he had time to even enter the building, but he wasn't about to let some youngin steal him fortune.

He vaulted himself over the edge off the roof and started plummeting towards the ground, he could see the young man entering a nearby alleyway, as Sweet Tooth's velocity began to increase he shifted his form so that the air would push him further in the direction of the young man, rahter than landing gracefully in the alleyway Sweet Tooth slammed into a dumpster and began crawling out, "Hey, hey you...Kid!" he said, "That's my money you've got there, and I want it!" he said in a commanding voice he wanted his cash so he could get back home and go back to work.

Sweet Tooth watched as the young man threw the explosives above his head, "Hey, yknow if you were actually trying to hit me you proboably should have...OH GOD!!!" he screamed as the bright flash from the explosive blinded him, "You...you little, freaking son of a... MY EYES!!! MY EYES!!" he yelled while flailing about melodramatically. Then he stopped and looked at his opponent, "Oh wait that's right, I don't have eyes..." he looked up just in time to see the young man fire a bullet directly at his head. He morphed the center of his temple into a large hole and the bullet swiftly shot through, ricocheting off a nearby garbage dumpster, his head reformed itself into a humanoid figure, "That wasn't very nice.." he said letting his arms hang at his sides, his hands began shifting its shape until they formed into two very large claws, "Now, it's my turn" he said digging his claws into the solid brick wall of the alleyway, "Besides, you're going to need more than that peashooter if you want to hurt me.". Sweet Tooth ripped out large chunks of brick wall and hurled them towards the young man, the kid had his money, asking hadn't worked, so it looks like he had to do things the hard way.

Sweet tooth laughed at the boy's words, he definitely wasn't a hero that was true enough. Hero's spent their time saving babies and rescuing kittens out of trees, they didn't rob banks and use the money for their own means, and that meant that the kid wasn't a hero either, besides by the large amount of water flowing around the kid's legs, it was time to get busy. "Alright lets dance punk!" he said hardening his form, he shone brightly as a crystallized candyman, he sprinted towards his opponent, completely ignoring what was happening in front of him, Sweet Tooth never saw the powerful blasts of water coming.

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Sweet Tooth exploded all over the alleyway, shard fragments flying this way and that shrapnel tearing up the ground where he had previously stood, only his solid legs remained, they took a few steps forwards, then took a few steps back, then finally fell to its knees.......and then out of the blue stood back up again, "Well that fucking hurt you little shit" Sweet Tooth's voice seemed to come from all around the alleyway, each tiny piece of him began to shift back into a liquid form and started dripping down the walls, "i've got to hand it to you kid, it's been a while since anyone splattered me, but thats still not much of an accomplishment" the liquid candy slithered around the ground to the standing legs, Sweet Tooth's torso slowly arose from his legs, shortly followed were his arms, and then finally his head once again stood atop his body, "now that little trick was pretty neat, a little water at high pressure would cut through a normal man, but i'm obviously not a normal man, lets see how you can handle somthing a little more destructive, a memory from my first trip to the bank you just robbed for me" he said, putting his arms out in front of him, they started melding together until they had transformed into a minigun made of candy, "time to spray and pray" he said, and unleashed a rain of candy bullets at his opponent, as each shot was fired out, his back began sinking into itself, as he had to use himself for ammunition.

Sweet Tooth's "mouth" opened wide at the boy's statement "Oh HELL NO! there's no way in hell i'm just gonna let you get away with my.....Wait did you say get more?", it had never crossed Sweet Tooth's mind that there could be anywhere that would have more cash that would be worth anything that wasn't at the bank. "Alright waterboy, you've got my attention. so what do you suggest, that we go around robbing liquor stores until the streets run with alcohol? or perhaps some random jewlery store, where everything is fake crap anyways" he laughed, even though they had stopped fighting Sweet Tooth could still feel a tension between the two of them, he had lived for so long though, he couldn't help but be happy at the growth of young powered people. Especially young folk who could keep up with him, despite his immortality, that was his one advantage over every other living thing on this planet, they would age, grow old, and eventually would die while he would live on forever...

The boy's words still echoed in his ears, "not normal" he had said, the two of them were perfectly normal... well by Sweet Tooth's judgement on normal, which wasn't very good in the first place but then again, what ever is normal to one person would be weird to another, but there was no point in squabbling over it all, there was money to be made! treasure and wealth just waiting to be taken for the greater glory, and perhaps in time Sweet Tooth could continue to fund his research to return himself to his original form.