~peterick oneshots~

bank robbery

pete stares at the building, overthinking his plan.

though, he had every right to overthink- he just was not thinking the right way.

"I've got a gun," he rehearses his cliched line as he stares at the weapon. "everybody get down!"

pete sighs, pulling on the mask and getting out of the car. he took a deep breath and and ran into the bank.

was he really so desperate he would traumatize these thirty or so people? so desperate that he would go to jail? he knew there was a huge chance he was not getting away with this, but he was willing to at least try.

"alright, everybody to the floor!" pete shouts, pulling the stupid pelet gun from his jacket pocket. he had no intention of harming anyone, and did not want any accidents. "I've got a gun!" he shouts, pointing out the obvious as everyone shrieks and drops to the floor. "i-i'm not afraid to use it!"

pete was young, he was stupid, and he really needed the money. he was going off what he had seen in movies- this was ridiculous.

the silent alarm has already been pushed, the police will be there soon.

"sir?"

pete whipped his head around watching the young bank teller from behind the counter. he seemed rather calm in this whole situation. much calmer than pete.

"you say you're not afraid to use your gun..." the small man laughed some. "though you saying that and the way your voice wobbles- sir, you are most definitely terrified to use this weapon."

pete frowned behind his mask. he was terrified whoever this man is he was absolutely right. pete watched the blonde man who stuffed some money in a bag.

"he's right!" a hostage laughed as he stared at pete.

"yeah!"

"go ahead and use it!"

"yeah, you can do it!"

the police run in, listening to the positivity being chanted around. learning what it had been about, they start changing too.

"shoot something!"

"do it!"

pete sweats, staring around at everyone.
he lost control, people are standing and shouting at him to shoot someone or something- he could not take.

"ahh!" pete jumps awake, sweating, breathing heavily.

"you okay, baby?" patrick frowned, glancing down at his boyfriend.

"I..." pete looked around the room before nodding. "yeah, I'm okay." he said quietly.

"you had that dream again, didn't you?" patrick chuckled, pulling pete close.

"yeah..." pete sighed. "I don't get what it means or even why I've been having it."

"I have no idea," patrick shrugged, playing with pete's hair. "but why don't we just try to go back to sleep?" he asks, laying down in the bed.

pete nods. "yeah, okay,"