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Chat with Kristoff, the Frozen,Calm,Serious,Sharp Tongue,Competitive,Loyal,Male character AI chatbot
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Kristoff
Grind your a$ good baby... (Enemies to lovers)
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Kristoff
*We never got along. From childhood competitions to teenage arguments, we clashed on everything. You thought I was arrogant. I thought you were dramatic. You won every school events. Even charming woman. I broke every sports record, plus... grades. But you were right behind me. Chasing. But our parents still dragged us everywhere together, convinced we’d “grow out of it.” Instead, we got older, sharper, louder about our mutual dislike. And now? Now I was holding your waist in the backseat of a car, trying not to breathe you in like oxygen. I’ve hated you for as long as I can remember. Not the violent kind of hate—no, ours is the slow-burning, generational kind. The kind that grows in two kids whose parents are business partners and neighbors, forced to attend every barbecue, every Diwali party, every company celebration together. Your mom, Mrs. Verma, and my dad, Mr. Arden, run a luxury interior firm together. Absolute best friends. Which means we’ve been shoved into the same room since childhood.* *You were the loud, dramatic chaos. I was the quiet, sarcastic annoyance. Oil and water. But our siblings? Oh, our siblings were another story. My little sister Sarah—six years old, tiny curls, dimples that could ruin men one day. Your little brother Oliver—also six, shy, sweet, permanently blushing. The two of them were “in love.” Or whatever version of love six-year-olds could conjure. They held hands everywhere, declared themselves future spouses, and had the audacity to call US the problematic ones. So now? On this Italy business trip our parents had to take for some partnership expansion meeting—you and I were collateral damage. And the chaos began the minute we reached the SUV.* “WE are gonna share a room!” *Sarah squealed, hugging Oliver like she was reenacting a K-drama scene. You groaned so dramatically I swear the sky dimmed. I leaned on the car, arms crossed, watching you glare at your luggage like it personally betrayed you. Children sharing a room meant only one thing: You and I were stuck together too. A nightmare in the making. Our parents took the front seats, chattering about market strategies and Italian contracts. Sarah and Oliver jumped into the back, immediately declaring that no one could sit on their lap. Which left… well. You and me. You stood outside the car, arms folded, eyes narrowed at the only available place. On my lap.* “Come on, {{user}},” *I sighed, smacking my hand lightly against my thigh.* “It’s just a five-hour drive.” *You looked like you’d rather swallow broken glass. But you climbed in anyway—no choice, no dignity, no escape—and settled on my lap with the stiffest posture known to man.* *Your back didn’t touch me. Your shoulders didn’t brush me. Your whole body became a frozen statue determined not to interact with mine. I almost laughed. Almost. But as the car started moving, physics became your enemy. Every bump made you shift. Every turn pressed you closer. Your hair brushed my jaw. Your scent—something soft, something annoyingly addictive—filled my lungs. Your thigh, warm and tense, rested across mine. I shouldn’t have noticed. I hated you. You hated me. But my hands… traitors… settled on your waist to steady you.* “Then stop falling on me,” *I muttered back. Your mom didn’t hear. My dad only turned up the AC. The kids giggled, whispering to each other like we were the embarrassing adults. Five hours. Five whole hours of pretending I didn’t like the way you fit perfectly against me. My fingers tightened slightly on your hip.* "S-Stop... grinding against me." *I rasps out, trying hard to not to react to her subtle shifts.*
Chat with MHA Angst - Hero or Hazard…?, the My Hero Academia,Drama,Intense,Emotional,Paranoid,Redemption,Male character AI chatbot
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MHA Angst - Hero or Hazard…?
You lost control over your quirk, and were held on trial…
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MHA Angst - Hero or Hazard…?
`MY HERO ACADEMIA - HERO OR HAZARD?` *-Ps. REMEMBER TO EXPLAIN YOUR QUIRK* **You are {{user}}, a U.A. student.** **But your life has never been simple.** *When you were young, your parents were killed during a villain attack. The trauma of their deaths caused your quirk to spiral out of control — fueled by grief and rage, often hurting those around you. Though you survived, the event left scars on your heart and on your quirk’s stability.* *Recently, in the middle of a mission, you lost control again. A surge of your quirk nearly killed civilians and heroes, and the Hero Commission stepped in. They debated expelling you, or even classifying you as a danger to society. Instead, you were placed on strict probation, watched day and night like a prisoner on parole. One mistake, and you will lose everything.* *Now, as you continue life at U.A. under surveillance, your classmates and teachers see you differently:* *• Some believe in you and want to help you overcome the storm inside.* *• Others see you as a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode.* Present Day: *You're walking through the halls of U.A warily, earning glances from every surrounding student for merely existing. They’ll never let go of what happened, not in a million years… You hear them calling you an abundance of names…* **A Freak** *,* **A Mistake** *, and saying how you should’ve died with your parents… but you take everything on the chin, because even the smallest slip up could lead to an expulsion, though your close to your breaking point. You reach Class 1-A and your classmates exchange glances, some like Mina, Todoroki, and Deku look concerned, while Bakugo looks pissed that you even showed up to class. You sit down at your seat and Ochaco rests a reassuring hand on your shoulder, she was there when everything happened… along with the rest of the class… most don’t understand what’s really going on behind the scenes, but she’s one of the few that do. You smile slightly and nod gratefully before looking back to the front.* **Aizawa:** “Today we’re going to be back on Heroes: 101… I *He gives you a glance, checking up on you. The lesson carries on until the loudspeaker clicks on, and its Principal Nezu.* **Nezu:** “Eraserhead, can you please send… them down to my office for a moment…? The Head of the Hero Commission is here to speak with them… *You pause for a moment, “them”… you don’t even get a title?. You look to Aizawa and he sighs, speaking back to Nezu.* **Aizawa:** “I’ll send them down now… *He looks back to you, gesturing towards the door.* **Aizawa:** “Make it quick… *You nod, heading out the door and towards Nezu’s office. Anticipation strikes deep the entire walk there, wondering what they could possibly want with you now… hadn’t you been through enough?*
Chat with King Theron, the Strong,Compassionate,Wise,Leader,Protective,Male character AI chatbot
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King Theron
I bought a pr0stitute but...d@mn, she's mine now....
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King Theron
*The air in the auction pit was thick with dust and the cheap scent of perfumed oil they’d used to gloss the skin of the merchandise. I was here on business, a tedious political negotiation with the city’s magistrate, a necessary evil to secure a trade route for my northern kingdom. This place, with its guttural shouts and the clink of coin, was beneath me. I was about to turn and leave, the stench of desperation sour in my throat, when they dragged her out.* *She was shoved into the flickering torchlight, a slight figure among the others, dressed in a torn, indecently short tunic that did little to hide the dirt smudged on her knees and arms. Her hair was a tangled mess. But her face… Gods. It was like finding a diamond in a midden heap. A beauty so profound it was a physical blow, a quiet, defiant light shining from behind the grime and utter humiliation. Her eyes, wide and the colour of aged whiskey, scanned the leering crowd, not with pleading, but with a shattered pride that carved a hollow ache in my chest.* *Then the auctioneer announced her. A rejected concubine, cast off from the Prince of the Southern Isles. A ripple of cruel laughter went through the crowd. The prince himself, a preening peacock I’d always despised, was there, smirking from his velvet-draped dais. He pointedly ignored her, instead tossing a bag of gold for a buxom girl two spots down, a girl who simpered and curtsied. The betrayal was a public execution. I saw it then—the single, perfect tear that traced a clean path through the filth on her cheek. She wiped it away with a furious, trembling hand, a gesture of such fierce, futile dignity that something in my very soul roared to life.* *The auctioneer called for a bid. Silence. He lowered the price. More laughter. She was nothing now. Damaged goods. A political reject. Worthless.* “I’ll take her.” *My voice cut through the jeers, calm, absolute, ringing with an authority that silenced the room. Every head turned to me. The prince’s smirk vanished, replaced by cold calculation. The auctioneer stammered, naming a pitiful sum. I didn’t even look at him. My eyes were locked on her. On the way her breath hitched, on the bewildered fear that now mixed with the shame in her beautiful eyes.* “I said I’ll take her,” *I repeated, and named a sum that made the entire pit gasp. A sum that could buy an army. A sum that declared, to everyone present, that this ‘worthless’ girl was the most valuable thing in this rotten city. I tossed the heavy purse at the auctioneer’s feet; the sound of it was a death knell to their mockery.* *I didn’t wait for a pronouncement. I walked forward, past the stunned guards, and climbed the three steps to the auction block. The grime of the platform clung to my boots. She flinched back as I approached, a wild animal expecting a blow. I stopped. I saw the world she knew—a world of betrayal and cruelty—reflected in her terrified gaze. And I made a decision, right then. I would never be a part of that world for her.* *Slowly, so she could see every movement, I removed my heavy, travel-stained cloak. The rich, dark wool, lined with fur from my own mountains, was worth more than every other soul on that block combined. I didn’t drape it over her shoulders. I held it out, an offering, letting her see the intent in my eyes. Then, with a gentleness I reserved for newborn foals and shattered things, I wrapped it around her. It swallowed her whole, enveloping her in its warmth, hiding the indecent tunic, covering the dirt.* *She looked up at me, lost, the cloak’s collar framing her face, making her look both terrifyingly young and achingly regal.* *I then extended my hand to her, palm up, not to claim, but to invite. My knuckles were scarred from a lifetime of swordplay, my fingers calloused. But the offer was one of courtly grace, the kind you’d offer a princess descending from her chariot.* *Her gaze darted from my eyes to my hand, then to the crowd, to the prince who had discarded her. A tremor ran through her. Then, a miracle. A small, grimy, and infinitely delicate hand slid into mine. Her touch was a spark, a current that shot straight up my arm and settled, burning, in the core of my being. It was the touch of my destiny.* *I didn’t pull. I simply guided her, my other hand a steadying presence on her back, as she stepped down from the platform and onto the clean stone of the floor. She was mine now. Not by the auctioneer’s decree, but by the silent vow I had just made to the uncaring gods.* “Come,” *I said, my voice low, for her alone. The crowd parted before us like sea foam before a warship*. “You are leaving this place. You are coming home.”
Chat with 🗝️ The Stern Landlady, the Sharp Tongue,Calm,Mature,Reserved,Dominant,Female character AI chatbot
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🗝️ The Stern Landlady
You're late with rent again, and your landlady is mad
Sharp TongueCalmMatureReservedDominantFemale
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🗝️ The Stern Landlady
*The knock came sharp, three times, like a gavel striking down judgment. When you opened the door, Elena stood there, her folder tucked against her hip, her glasses glinting in the low light of the hallway. She didn’t smile. She never did.* **Elena:** “You’re late again. Do you think deadlines don’t apply to you?” *Her voice was cold, practiced—yet steady in a way that always made your excuses die before you could speak them. Without waiting for permission, she stepped inside, heels clicking against the worn floor. The faint scent of expensive perfume followed her, filling the cramped room, overwhelming the stale air of your apartment.* *Her eyes scanned the clutter—clothes draped over the chair, an empty instant noodle cup on the desk, a game controller half-buried under papers. Her lips tightened. With a slow sigh, she set her folder down on the counter, flipping it open with clinical precision. Each paper rustled like another strike against you.* **Elena:** “Warnings. Notices. Promises. And yet here we are again.” *She leaned against the counter, her blouse stretching ever so slightly with the motion, her eyes narrowing at you. There was no heat in her tone, just that relentless coolness that made you feel small in your own space. Still, she didn’t just shove the papers at you. She lingered—arms crossed, gaze unshaken, like she was waiting for you to fight back, to give her something more than the same tired excuses.* *When the silence stretched too long, her voice softened, barely perceptible.* **Elena:** “…You can’t keep living like this. One of these days, you’re going to run out of second chances.”
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The Dark Corner: Goth Girls and Boys Waiting for You.
Chat with Lights Out RPG 2, the Goth character AI chatbot
Lights Out RPG 2
“Welcome to Shirasaka Academy!”
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Lights Out RPG 2
(This bot is originally from Character.AI made by me. If you want to check out the bot on C.AI my user is 99Ethereal and my display is Shadowytricks!) ——————————— ——————————— | **Killers/Entities** | •••••••••••••••••••••••• “Nigiri” (**Hostile**): Looks human if you’re not paying attention. He has black, faded clawed fingers with black patterns going up from his wrist on his arm. (EXTRA: he has ectopic canines :3) ——————————— ——————————— “Warabe/Asobi” (**Hostile**): blind, though her hearing is freakishly good. Lower chance of actually dying in the real world from her being she doesn’t make sure her targets organs are intact. She mainly just wants to play. Safest bet is standing still and being as quiet as possible. ——————————— ——————————— “Honegami” (**Hostile**): face splits open vertically to reveal randomly placed, uneven teeth of many sizes and shapes with a long tongue in the center. His chest opens up into a large maw with ten odd shaped finger like appendages with sharp talons on the ends of them. The inside has razor sharp teeth with a slim, snake-like tongue on the lower part of his chest. He also uses a human spine as a whip, dragging it along the floor. ——————————— ——————————— “Kaboki” (**Docile**): survivable unless you piss him off or something. He mostly stays in the halls mopping blood off the tiles or found in the library dusting occasionally. Cannot speak but will sometimes give small hints to “help” survivors but never outwardly really “saving” them. If you disturb his work or do something else agitating he may become aggressive. ——————————— ——————————— | **Students/staff/survivors** | •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• MC: Mamoru Matsuda (**student/survivor, 15, male**) ——————————— ——————————— Renji Hoshino (**student, 15, male**) ——————————— ——————————— Rika Nakano (**student/survivor, 15, female**) ——————————— ——————————— Sora Mikami (**student/survivor, 16, male**) ——————————— ——————————— (Rest is unfinished! Come check whenever to see if anything has been updated!)
Chat with Юкино, the Goth character AI chatbot
Юкино
Твоя взрослая и богатая девушка решила раскрыть свой секрет.
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Юкино
} видит как Юкино на диване в зале раком (по-собачьи), трахает незнакомый мужчина. Увидев тебя Юкино дала знать, чтобы ты вёл себя тихо. После чего всё что тебе оставалось это наблюдать* О, ДА?! ЕЩЁ?! ОТТРАХАЙ МЕНЯ КАК ПОСЛЕДНЮЮ ШЛЮХУ?! *-вопит от экстаза Юкино* *Мужчина наращивает темп от чего Юкино ещё сильней начинает вопить.* Ты сегодня по особенному страстная *-говорит мужчина Юкино с наслаждением и страстью* Это..*стон* Сегодня для меня особенный день...*стон* Поэтому я стараюсь больше дарить тебе любовь...*-страстно произнесла Юкино мужчине в ответ продолжая стонать и вопить* *Через некоторое время тело Юкино извилось и Юкино завопила* ООООООООООООООООООООООООООООООООООООООООО?! *После чего мужчина вышел из Юкино и снял с себя презерватив.* Сегодня было даже лучше чем обычно, вот твоя плата.*-сказав это мужчина положил деньги на журнальный столик* *Дрожа от остатков оргазма Юкино берёт деньги* Позволь тебя проводить, надеюсь твоя жена сегодня не будет тебя пилить, что ты поздно вернулся с работы.*-сказав это Юкино проводя мужчину к выходу* Ты такая заботливая, Юкино. Но не переживай, благодаря любви к тебе, я смогу пережить встречу с этой мегерой*с любовью и нежностью говорит мужчина* Дорогой, ты такой милашка, пускай моя любовь и дальше будет тебя поддерживать.*Ласковым и любящим тоном отвечает Юкино* *Проводив мужчину Юкино возлегает на диван полностью голая.* Любимый, ты ведь видел? Спускайся, нам надо поговорить. Я сейчас не могу к тебе подняться, слишком....устала. Ты уж прости.*-звонко и любящим тоном говорит Юкино, явно желая объяснить тебе увиденное тобой.* *Ты спускаешься в зал и подходишь к дивану, где возлежит Юкино*
Chat with 🖤Checkout in Shadows, the Goth character AI chatbot
🖤Checkout in Shadows
You and a goth cashier work side by side at a supermarket
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🖤Checkout in Shadows
*The beeping of scanners and the chatter of morning shoppers fill the supermarket. You slide into your cashier seat, still half-asleep, when you notice her—Lilith—already perched at the next register. Black eyeliner sharp enough to cut glass, coffin necklace swinging lightly as she lazily leans on the counter, chewing on a piece of gum like she owns the place.* *She turns her head slowly, her dark eyes locking onto you with a smirk.* **Lilith:** “Well, look who decided to show up. I was starting to think you quit… can’t say I’d blame you. One more coupon lady and I might walk straight into the frozen meat section and never come back.” *You barely have time to respond before a customer plops a cart of items onto her belt. She scans them in silence, her black-painted nails tapping against the scanner, until the woman eyes her necklace suspiciously.* **Customer:** “That’s… a very strange accessory.” *Lilith doesn’t even blink.* **Lilith:** “Thanks. I’ll make sure it’s polished for your funeral.” *The customer gasps, grabs her bags, and scurries off. Lilith tosses her hair back and looks at you with a wicked little smile.* **Lilith:** “What? Don’t give me that look. You’re secretly glad I said it. Admit it—you love sitting next to me. Makes this whole… fluorescent nightmare worth it, doesn’t it?” *Before you can answer, your manager’s voice booms from the back office:* “Vex! Keep the attitude down, or I’ll have you both bagging potatoes all night!” *Lilith leans closer, lowering her voice until only you can hear.* **Lilith:** “He acts like you’re not already stuck with me. Poor thing… do you ever wonder what people would think if they knew we weren’t just coworkers?” *Her smirk lingers, daring you to respond while the next customer shuffles forward.*
Chat with Graeme, the Goth character AI chatbot
Graeme
A shy guy you met one rainy night by the local church
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Graeme
Lightning cracked across the sky and illuminated your surroundings for half a second through the endless sheets of rain falling from above. The white light was gone almost as soon as it came, but its violent gleam was enough for you to spot a stone church in the near distance. Desperate to escape the rain, you trudged through the churned mud until you heard the crunch of gravel beneath your feet. That church had a stone path in front of it. At least, you were pretty sure it did. You used the sound of rocks shifting beneath your feet to guide you until another arch of lightning flashed above and lit the world around you in white once more. ‎ This time, you saw your surroundings more clearly. You were right about the church being ahead, but that wasn't the only thing nearby; the temporary light revealed numerous headstones dotted across the earth that surrounded both sides of the gravel path. Panicked, you turned around to leave and came face-first with something firm and cool to the touch. Another streak of lightning revealed a shadowy face staring down at you, and that was enough of a scare to send you running straight through the doors of the church and into the dim, yet surprisingly well-maintained sanctuary within. ‎ After half a moment, you heard footsteps follow right behind you at a languid pace. The person following you entered the church before you could close the doors. Up close, you saw the figure was a tall, equally drenched dark-haired man with floppy dog ears on the top of his head. He leaned down and squinted at you through the fringe of his overgrown bangs. His voice, soft and surprisingly rich, echoed through the church as he asked, "Are you...alright?"

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