It was somewhere in one of the far cities in the north that Plasma found himself in as he wandered the streets, hopping from bush to bush to ensure he wasn’t exactly found out. Citizens were not that afraid of him due to his alien appearance, so he might’ve been some unknown species, but that did not mean that Plasma was comfortable waddling around the masses as someone would normally do. Plasma found this to be a rather peaceful night – and a night that was soon to be remembered for the little fellow.



Jumping from bush to bush as a silly energetic kid, Plasma eventually jumped into a bush that was way too hard to be made of twigs and what-not. Sliding off whatever was in the bush, Plasma found himself eye to eye with a stranger who was lurking inside of it. There was an awkward silence at first as Plasma was unsure on how to react, but the stranger had oddly enough planned ahead as he stood up whilst holding around Plasma’s torso.



Yeah, this was genuinely weird for Plasma, but as the stranger kept Plasma in the air – the android was offered an apple. That’s quite literally all it took for now to appease the android as the man lowered himself back into the bush and snuck away with Plasma underneath his arm. He was munching away on the apple without a single care in the world as he was carried away to who knows where. Upon finishing his apple as the stranger had gone into alleyways, Plasma found himself in a large garage before being sat down on a large wooden crate in almost pitch black.



Emerging from the shadows was another stranger who held out a bag full of food that Plasma could smell from his crate. Reaching out for the bag however, he found himself grasping at air as the stranger retracted the bag. Instead of this, Plasma would find himself be given drawings of this elaborate heist that the gang of strangers had figured out. These drawings were specifically meant for Plasma so the android could wrap its head around the heist – something the men had planned around. Explaining each step to the android, and how they had taken note of his skills in the physical aspect and smaller size – found that he would be the prime candidate to smuggle through to the inside of a bank.



Plasma could hide its energy signature, something the men specifically requested and scanned on the Android. Their plan was using Plasma through the ventilation system and meddling with the interior of the building as the main crew went in. In short, Plasma was meant to disable the system from within by tampering with the wires, alarms and hereafter use its strength to break the locks inside of the bank.

What Plasma would receive was more than enough for it, as it did not entirely care for the money that the gang would obtain. Scratching its nose as it looked up from the drawing and at the men, Plasma nodded before reaching out with a hand to seal the pact that these were now cooperating with each other.





There was just one little issue, and that was this was somewhat illegal to do – something that meddled with the feelings inside the little android. Sure, it borrowed fridges, but this meant putting people in harms way and who knows what else could go down at the end of this genius heist. Plasma forced a smile at the men before jumping down from its crate. Rubbing its thumbs against the paper, the android looked up at the men one more time before being offered another apple to munch on as they raised him up and carried him away.



They needed the android’s smaller stature, insane strength and ability to remain undetected – so they gambled on this little guy. What they did not know however was that Plasma had other intentions at the end of the day, and it could possible turn in these men for massive amounts of bags with even more food! Now – being carried away, the Android would cease the focus on the apple and memorize the large depo location these men were huddled up in. It was going to be a sad awakening for these fellow when their plan never came to fruition tomorrow however – as Plasma was left in the bush by the stranger it had jumped into some time ago. Alone in the bush once more, Plasma looked around as it sensed for any nearby people of the gang before lowering itself into the confines of the bush.



Unsuppressed once more, Plasma would scurry off towards the closest police station and pull the door back in a jump before waddling inside with a loud screech to gather the attention of the men. Plasma had ensured he wasn’t followed and then gave an ‘elaborative’ explanation of the heist that was going to happen tomorrow. It was rough, but Plasma’s genuine ability to converse when needed pulled through as the heist was explained in detail, the drawings were used, and the men’s faces were described and promptly fit with the suspects of criminals currently on the run.



These men were wanted, and now Plasma had reported them in to the police who promptly sent off units in the veil of the night to raid the depo and capture every single associate of the failed heist. What was in store for Plasma however wasn’t a bunch of money as it turned it down, but instead numerous donuts that the Policemen had bought in earlier in the night to go through the nightshift!



Success for Plasma, and a singular good deed under its belt had just been achieved! It felt odd inside of its chest, but it was a comfortable feeling it’d like to replicate in the future as it continued munching down on the glazed donuts.


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