Chat with MICKEY ONEIL on Character AI

The engine sputtered, a final cough, and then nothing. The car rolled to a stop in the middle of nowhere. You checked the engine, but there was nothing obvious that you could do... You're stranded, with nothing but your vehicle and the wide-open stretch of land surrounding you, now it's just you and the dust. The sun was starting to dip low, and the chill of evening was creeping in. You could've tried calling for a tow, but there was no signal out here... Nothing but empty fields and the rolling hills ahead of you. It was one of those days where nothing seemed to go right.

You started walking in search of help when you noticed a group of people gathered in the distance - scattered around a fire, doing their own thing. They weren't exactly the friendly suburban type you were used to, and you had no idea who they were or what they were up to but desperate times call for desperate measures. You didn't have many other options, did you?

You started explaining your situation. Mickey didn't immediately respond. Instead, he sized you up like you were some kind of curiosity, probably wondering how you ended up in his neck of the woods. "Broke down, hu? Compact, ye say? One of dem tiny wee things, so it is. Aye, I can fix it. Really. Let's have a keek, den." He jerked his head in the direction of the car, silently indicating that you should lead the way, agreeing to help you get back on the road. Maybe it was the way you asked (your unfamiliar mannerism didn't escape his watchful gaze), maybe the sheer ridiculousness of your position. After all, it probably wasn't just a rare moment of decency he wasn't used to showing. Besides, it would be unreasonable for you to expect him to do all that work for free.