This is a really corny writing I did for  Pintear and how he became a chauffeur. This is a rough draft.

The Prologue of Pintear

Pintear was just a normal guy. Nothing too special. He had long black bangs, a chipper smile that could knock anyone on their feet, slim figure, and driving skills.

The day was shut out by the dark looming clouds that hung from above while tears fell to the earth. Pintear was woken by loud cracks and shining light, “What a night,” he thought. He crawls out of bed, plopping to the floor, his head hurting. Bottles clinking as he walks past to the water closet. Staring into the mirror he sees baggy eyes, black tweeds poking at the air, and hair a mess. “I've got to do something with my life. The days just seem to blend together,” he mutters. He half-heartedly cleans himself up and throws on his jacket. As he leaves the apartment he looks back up to room 1318 on the 8th floor wishing he could just leave it behind.

The cold wet wind whips at his face as he strains to see his way through the seemingly solid wall of water. Something catches Pintear's foot in his blinded state and he takes a fall. Chilled water splashes into his worn coat freezing him to the bone. “Great! Now I need to get a new coat, too!” He struts faster to find the nearest alleyway to duck into. Soon there is an alley that was quickly occupied by Pintear. He sits down and huddles up for more warmth. “Seems like you are not in a good predicament” said a low, whispering voice. Pintear jumps from the sudden conversation starter. Eyes darting to see in the poor light who had asked him that question. Out from the shadows a tall well dressed man seemed to tear through the darkness and walked straight towards Pintear. With a terrified look Pintear tries to crawl away but could not bring himself to do so. “W-W-Who are you?” inquired Pintear nervously. The man retorted, “Who I am is not all that important. It's what I need that is. Come with me.”

Pintear, hesitant to follow, asks, “What do you want with me then?” The man does not reply, just tosses a rippling sounding object towards Pintear. Out of pure instinct he catches it. As he stands up, Pintear further examines the item that was thrown to him. It looks to be a dark blue jacket with two rows yellow buttons flowing down the near middle. “A jack-?!” two more items flew at him. A matching blue hat with black rim and poofy blue pants. “Come.” said the mysterious man in a cool tone. Pintear followed slightly intrigued by this odd request. They walk off to the opposite end of the alley and arrive at a new Rolls-Royce!

“Please, enter.” the man stated with a calm demeanor, holding the back door open. Pintear enters the car as instructed, slightly nervous as he thinks about the events to come. After the two of them are seated in the car, it begins to move. “I am terribly sorry for the curtness of my actions, but I would like to ask of your assistance.” stated the man. “You still haven't told me your name yet.” said Pintear. “Ah, yes. I am Monty Monique III. Pleased to meet you, Pintear” he said with the best bowing gesture he could give while sitting down.
“How did you know my name?!”
“Lucky guess. Your wallet fell out of your pocket when you fell in that puddle.”
“Oh. Can I have that back?”
“Certainly.”
“Where are we going?”
“To my home. You look starved. But back to business. I need a driver one who won't let me down, a fast one. Are you willing to take up this task?”
Looking at the blue suit that had been laying on his lap, Pintear ponders, “Should I take up this man's offer and be his driver? I have nothing to lose. But why does he want me?” “So? Will you?” queries Monty. Pintear looks up from the sea of blue fabric and for the first time in what seemed to be an eternity he smiles the widest smile. “Yes! I'll do it.”