Mike Schmidt didn't feel like going outside today. Unfortunately, for him, he needed to find a job and get some money. He always hated going outside because his genetics at birth were mutated in a very unique way. His right ear was pointy, like an elf's, while the other was rounded like a human. His right eye had a white iris while the other was blue. And his hair that went just in front of his eyes had snow white on his right side with the left being pitch black. He hated his look because many people didn't trust him just based off his looks. If he had a nickle for every time he scared someone off, he wouldn't even need to be looking for a job.
Mike went outside in a black shirt with blue jeans with his blue hat that hide most of his hair. "Just need to get the Monday paper and get back inside." Mike said. "Then I find an help ad an- whoa!" Mike said as he dodged a stray piece of paper and caught it before the paper could fly away. It was always rather windy where he lived. Mike was also well known for having very fast reactions to sudden scenarios. He had learned to move so fast in high school. He was pretty much always on the run if he wasn't in class as many people tried to bother him. Mike looked at the piece of paper and saw that Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was looking for a nightguard. Mike shuddered at the thought of it. He had some rather... uncomfortable memories of the last Freddy Fazbear's. The animatronics were always creepy to him and he did not want to go to another one of these locations, but he put the paper in his pocket as a last resort.
Mike arrived at the post office, being the closest place to get a newspaper. A few minutes after entering, he ran into a, or really, the only real friend he has. "Ah, Mister Schmidt. Fancy seeing you out of my office." the man said. "Hey, Fritz. What are you doing here?" Mike asked. Fritz Smith is a therapist and Mike was one of his clients. "I just came here to get a letter from an old friend of mine and some newspaper, but I feel like I should be asking where you have been, Michael. You look like you haven't been out in sunlight for days, maybe even a few weeks." Fritz said concerned. "Well, Doc, I actually haven't been outside for a while..., but I'm out here because I need to find a job and get some money, I'm getting broke. "Well, I'm sorry to say this, but there's no help ads in the paper, and from the sounds of it, you don't seem to have many options. Mike remembered the piece of paper he had in his pocket. "You have no idea..." Mike said in his head. "Yeah... well, it was nice seeing you again, doc." he said. "I'm assuming I'll see back in my office on Wednesday?" Fritz asked. "Yeah, of course." Mike replied as he was leaving the post office. The therapist inhaled and exhaled slowly and deeply. "It's good to be helping." he said to himself.