The world has always been less excepting of people who don't fit in, weather it's how they look, talk, act, or in this case, if they aren't human. People have been excluding inhuman races for centuries, doing tests on them to see the explanation beh...
Chase was reading off of his new phone a recipe for making pancakes by scratch while Michael sat in the living room, watching tv. "Today, March 13th, yet another robbery has occurred in downtown New York. The County Street Bank has been robbed of over $10,000, at roughly 6:30am. The criminal is identified as Michael James O'mere, an individual with a very full criminal record. The local police of New York are currently searching for Michael O'mere as we speak. If you see him, do not approach, and call the police immediately." The news reporter said, showing a picture of Michael's mugshot on screen. Michael snickered to himself, proud of his smug mugshot that is being shown on screen. The mugshot was a picture of Michael, in an orange jumpsuit, holding a mugshot greeting card, titled;
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Chase pokes his head out from the kitchen, overhearing the news. "When did you do a robbery?" He asked. Michael looked at Chase quickly. "Uhhhh..." he responded with. Chase paused, before answering. "Is that why you were up so early today? You went out to rob a bank?!" Michael didn't respond, knowing he was practically caught red handed. Chase glared at Michael, going back into the kitchen. "What? It's just a robbery. No one got hurt." Said Michael, putting his hands behind his head and resting his feet on the table, still with his boots on. Chase rolled his eyes in the kitchen, finishing the pancakes he was making. He set them on a plate, and walked out of the kitchen. "Get your dirty boots off the table." He demanded, sitting on the chair and eating his pancakes. Michael sighed in annoyance, taking his feet off the table. "Hey don't I get pancakes?" He asked. "Yours are in the kitchen. Get them yourself." Answered Chase. Michael rolled his eyes and stood up, walking to the kitchen to get his breakfast.
