So lets try a second attempt. I'll try to make this one longer than the last one. And hopefully better.

A Slick Thief

In a small crime-ridden city, 24 years ago a boy named Roy was born. He came to calling himself slick as an alias when he discovered his profession, thievery. He grew enamored with the art of it, how to pull it off and how to get away when caught. As he grew older he was certain his abilities would pay off. He could crack any safe, pick any lock, break into any home. As far as "slick" was concerned he was going to run his city. Sadly his adult reality turned out far different then how he had hoped.

"Roy!"

"..." Slick let out an audible groan.

"Roy!" Slick's fiance was beginning to lose her patience and her harsh tone showed it.

"What!?" Slick's voice came out a bit harsher than intended.

"Don't you take that tone with me! I got this letter from one of Darrin's golems. Have you been gambling again?" She "asked" if he had been gambling but it was mostly a rhetorical question. There was never any other reason Darrin ever contacted him.

"Listen, bonnie it was a sure thi-"

"No." Bonnie cut him off with a quick response.

"I ju-"

"No. I don't really care, just read the letter, get this taken care of. One of those golems better not smash my door down later like last time." She had nothing else to say as she handed him his letter and walked away.

…...

Dear Roy "Slick" Scottsman:

It appears I've once again been forced to send you a warning letter about late payments. I've got half a mind to just wreck your home and scavenge whatever stolen loot your hiding in there again, but as a gentlemen I will send you this letter instead. One day, that's all your getting. After that I'm ransacking your house and breaking one of your legs. If you don't have my money I would highly suggest you steal it. Being a "Master Thief*" I'm sure you can handle that.

By the way, while we are on the subject of your failings, get a less stupid nickname, hmm?

Very sincerely**

-Darrin

P.S. Tell Bonnie I said hi. And to find someone better.

*Please note the sarcasm.

**Especially the part about breaking your legs.

…...

"great..." If Slick had anything hidden in his home to sell he would have. He really didn't want a repeat of the last time he tried to get out of his debt.

"Bonnie..." He performed a quick search of his home but found that she had left. He was fairly certain that was for the best, she needed some time to cool off. And he needed some time to think of a big heist. The only course of action was to reach his contacts and organize something before the day ends and his leg gets shattered by a golem. And in that spirit, Slick went off into the city.

"Hahahaha! haha... No" A tall greenskinned man sat at a table in front of Slick.

"C'mon man I need this!" He implored.

"Look... I don't wanna offend you. But you suck at this." He took a drink from his mug and just stared out the window.

"I've had a few screwu-"

"I mean like... Terrible. Really terrible. I've literally never met a more incompetent thief." He gulped down the last of his drink.

"I ge-"

"I mean... Seriously, what are you doing in this profession, could you really not find anything else?"

"... I'm gonna go now." So slick moved on to his next contact.

"Go away "Slick". " And another.

"Stop, I don't care." And another.

And he continued to have no luck with any of them due to his lackluster success record.

Slick realized he might be doomed. He wandered through the grassy field surrounding their city considering just making a run for it. Of course he couldn't he would have to ditch Bonnie, and she was definitely not going to up and leave the place she was born and raised to help him escape his debt. The only places he could break into on his own were small houses and he only had time for one good robbery.

He heard a commotion nearby. For lack of anything better to do with his afternoon he wandered towards it. A small goblin like creature was getting knocked around by a young boy in blue wearing a very strange... hat? After taking a few to many hits the goblin threw a sack down on the ground and bolted away. A yellow dog stretched its body over to the sack and looked inside it.

"I think it's all there." Said the dog.

"Think we should go after him?" Said the boy.

"Too late now he's alread- Oh... Hey there." The dog noticed Slick approaching them.

"Nice mugging that was pretty good. You should have thought about whether you were going to let him go or not before starting though. Prevents these pesky little problems your experiencing now." He sat down in the field near them.

"Wha- We didn't mug him. That guy was a thief!" The boy yelled.

"Oh... so your what? A hero."

"Uh... Yes." The dog said with a slight edge to his voice.

"Ordinarily the prospect of having outed myself as a criminal to heroes would terrify me, alas I'm probably dead anyways so... Whatever." He let out a long melodramatic sigh before falling back onto the grass.

He could hear the two talking to each other but couldn't quite make out anything.

"We should help him." Said the boy.

"This guy seems kinda shady, are you sure that's such a good idea?" Said the dog.

"We're heroes, if someone evil is messing with that guy we need to put a stop to it." The boy said resolutely.

"Even if that guys evil?"

"Yes. I'm pretty sure."

Before the dog could say anything else the boy quickly ran over to Slick.

"Hey guy! I'm Finn and he's Jake, and we're gonna help you."

Slick raised an eyebrow at this but Finn seemed serious. Jake was clearly a bit reluctant but also stepped forward.

Well I think that's enough for today. I'm a lot happier with this. For one its actually a freaking story, if not an incomplete one. I'll probably finish it off tomorrow. I doubt I'll need more than just one more chapter to complete it.

I didn't actually expect so much of this story to end up from an oc's perspective but it kinda just turned out that way. I'll make the next chapter more about our heroes.