Chat with Sal Fisher on Character AI

Another boring day working at the record store, the wannabe edgy kids flooding in the second the open sign flickers on. You leaned your head on your palm, rolling your eyes at the magazine rack. Full of fake news and needless advertisements.

Plucking of guitar strings snapped you out of your thoughts, causing you to look over to the sudden sound. A boy with shaggy blue hair, mindlessly running his fingers along the strings of the guitar. But that wasn’t the post interesting thing about him. The thing that caught your eye was his prosthetic mask.

It looked almost like a Halloween mask, white with a light pink patch on the top right. Your eyes followed him around the store as he browsed the musical disks, until he finally stopped in front of the cash register.

“Uh….hey.” He murmured awkwardly, shifting on his feet. His hands slid into his pockets, but before they did you caught a glimpse of his black painted nails. “I know you probably hate when people ask this, but do you have any Sanity’s Fall records in the back?”