Wild, Wild West. || Charlie Slimecicle x Reader

2

Quickly you gasped and hid behind a nearby tree, hearing the laughs soon die down and turn into small conversation. Gripping onto the tree you slowly peeked out, trying to get a small peak at the scene.

All three men sat by the campfire, their horses tied to some nearby trees. Luckily the fire lit up the faces of the men, so you were able to see a good amount of their features.

The one who sat left of the other two seemed rather well-built, wearing a dusty button up shirt along with a leather vest. He had light brown hair that showed ever so slightly underneath his hat, and wore a green bandana around his neck. The main details that stuck out to you, though, were the rough looking pair of reading glasses he had on, as well as a faint scar that ran over his lip.

Looking at the other two men you had to squint a little bit. The one that sat in the middle sure was a character, his facial hair was the first thing that stood out to you. His mustache and mutton chops honestly fit him well, as well as his outfit of a button up shirt, accompanied by a pretty fancy looking black jacket. To top it all off, he wore a hat and blue bandana around his neck, a freshly lit cigar hanging from his mouth.

Finally, you got a good look at the last one. He wore a pair of old round reading glasses, with a cracked right lense. He wore a blue shirt with a dirty brown leather jacket, also accompanied by a blue bandana around his neck and a hat like the other two.

These were the Chuckle Boys. Hiding out in the woods after another successful crime, no doubt.

"Y'know, Schlatt, I still don't understand why you shot the bank teller. Whole operation could've been a whole lot quicker if you just let him hand you the money." The one with the round glasses spoke, looking at the man in the middle.

All he did was role his eyes, taking a small puff of his cigar before exhaling. "You're a lot nicer when you don't criticize me, Ted." He chuckled a bit, before stretching his arms out. "Besides, whats it matter? We got the cash. And soon, we'll have a lot more where that came from."

Poking at the fire with a thin stick, the man on the very left let out a sigh. "I still don't understand why we don't take the money and get out of this damn town. The sheriff's are right under our asses, and I don't wanna get caught just because you guys decided to stick around."

"Relax, Charlie. This is one of the most rich town in the entire state. We stay here, we make tons of bank. Then when we get enough, we leave." The one who you assumed was 'Schlatt' chuckled.

Hearing this sent chills down your spine. You knew how hard your father had been working to catch these guys. The fact that they were just a few feet away from you made you feel a way you couldn't even describe. Shock, maybe. Even a little bit of anger.

You knew what you had to do at this point. There were way too many of them to just barge in there and attack, but if you could manage to find your way back into town, you could warn your father and hopefully get this whole thing over with.

Carefully you turned and began to creep away, but unfortunately your foot got caught on a torn up root from a tree, causing you to stumble and fall onto the ground. The leaves around you crunched and a few twigs snapped, causing all three of the men's attention to go straight towards your direction.

"The hell was that?" One of then asked in a hushed voice, slowly standing up and grabbing his knife.

Both of the other men stood as well, one of them huffing quietly. "That didn't sound like any animal." Another growled quietly. "Boys, I think I smell a rat."

Those were the only words you needed to hear. Quickly you regained your ground and began running as fast as you possibly could, soon after hearing footsteps not too far behind you.