#thief plot

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Plot 170: Heist Help

When Muse A posts about their financial struggles on social media, they expect a handful of sympathy likes and a couple of encouraging comments from friends and strangers alike. What they don’t expect is a DM from an unfamiliar account (Muse B’s), promising a fast cash source if they’re truly desperate. Muse A is certain that this offer has to be something obscene, which they’re not willing to do no matter what, but Muse B insists that there’s nothing seedy involved. All they ask is that Muse A meet them in person to discuss details if they’re serious. Muse A leaves the DM unanswered for a few days, until an unwanted reminder of their money troubles shows up. Muse A agrees to meet with Muse B somewhere public and when they get to talking, Muse B reveals that they’ve been planning to steal from their boss who’s slighted them in some way [passed over for a promotion, subject of harassment, etc.], but they need someone else to do it so they won’t be easily connected to the crime. Neither Muse A or Muse B are expert criminals; Muse A has never so much as stolen a piece of candy from a store but the money is too appealing not to try. Plus, Muse B seems confident that this will work. Muse B lets Muse A into the target’s house during a social event with instructions on how to find the boss’ money stash and where to meet them later on to split it.  

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( based off of this AU idea ) Nothing seemed different that night. It was the usual arguments, the usual raised voices in the house. Isaac should have expected these kinds of things by now, but tonight wasn’t a good night. Before, he wouldn’t have thought twice about moon cycles. It was just another thing to learn about in science, something about tides that he would have to scratch his head over before ultimately copying his answers from someone else because he didn’t care enough. Even now though, moon or no moon, Isaac wasn’t going to be able to control his already poor temper. He had cleaned the kitchen until it was spotless, taken out the trash containing a few broken dishes, and made sure everything looked normal again. There was no evidence of an argument anymore, so that if someone unexpected came over, if something unexpected happened, nobody would think anything abnormal was happening at the Lahey household.

----and then Isaac had to talk back.                                     “Excuse me?”

It was a simple question, but he snapped, and he didn’t know why. Yes, yes he did. He already knew that his fingers were turning into claws. He forced his gaze away, afraid that his eyes had changed, but his father didn’t care about that right now. He cared about the fact that Isaac had dared to talk back to him after they’d already argued earlier. The argument picked up right where it left off, and once again Isaac was entirely to blame.

He thought that was the end of it, too, until his dad was grabbing for him. Fuck—no, he wasn’t going in, not tonight. Not anymore. No, he was a werewolf, he couldn’t be locked up right now. But struggling wasn’t going to help him unless he wanted to rip off his dad’s arm, which he didn’t. Instead, he found himself thrown into the freezer again. As he heard his dad leaving in a huff, he started thrashing. Isaac wasn’t strong enough to get out of here normally, but maybe a werewolf was. Not that he knew what the hell he was doing.