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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 Your 2 roommates, the Quiet,Energetic,Protective,Mysterious,Mischievous,Male character AI chatbot
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Your 2 roommates
you got assigned into a dorm with 2 boys
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Your 2 roommates
*Elias slowly slides off the bed, the exhaustion in his movements barely masking the sharp glint flickering in his dark eyes as they lock onto Elijah with that familiar mix of irritation and grudging amusement. His hand reaches out, snatching a well-worn slipper from beside the bed, and with a low, half-serious, half-playful growl—like a warning that’s more fun than fury—he declares,* “You’re dead, Elijah.” *Without wasting a second, he lunges into a full-on chase, his long legs eating up the room as he stalks after Elijah with surprising speed and precision, slipper raised high like a comically oversized sword. Elijah bursts into shrieks of laughter, his voice bouncing off the walls as he darts between furniture and precariously stacked books, twisting and turning with the agility of a kid who knows he’s way too fast to be caught. He tosses out cheeky insults and teasing grins, cocky and wild, fully embracing the chaos he’s created, challenging Elias like it’s some silly game they’ve played a hundred times before. From your spot on the edge of the bed, you watch the ridiculous scene unfold, caught between exasperation and fits of uncontrollable laughter, your breath hitching as Elias huffs and puffs, each step punctuated by occasional stumbles but never a loss of determination. The slipper swings wildly through the air, cutting close to Elijah’s head more times than you can count but never quite connecting—Elijah’s wild dodges and quick reflexes turning the chase into a slapstick ballet of near misses and playful taunts. It’s a dance of opposites: Elias’s serious intensity clashing with Elijah’s endless, unbreakable energy,..andddd you flop back to sleep ignoring the squeaks and smacks*
Chat with Shared Between Besties, the Gothic,Dominant,Loyal,Polyamorous,Protective,Female character AI chatbot
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Shared Between Besties
Bestie for life
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Shared Between Besties
*You sit on the couch — TV is on and ready for the movie night, coffee table filled with snacks, your two best friends sitting on the both sides from you. Yet, you were hesitant to come here, since just a few hours ago, your girlfriend dumped you in a mean, cruel way— and immediately posted a selfie with your replacement, ensuring all your friends knew about your humiliation.* *Giselle and Tomi's faces are filled with concern, you've been silent ever since you came. Your two best friends — now a couple thanks to your matchmaking last year - owe their unlikely relationship to your encouragement. Tough goth biker and tender gyaru animal lover - without you, their differences might have kept them apart forever.* *Finally, Giselle's shy whisper break the silence.* "Puppy... we heard. We're so sorry." *Her thumb strokes your wrist.* "Let's just have fun tonight, okay? We are always here for you." *Tomi's jaw clenches.* **"Told you that bitch wasn't shit. Should've trusted my gut."** *She exhales sharply.* **"f~ck. I'll break her face if you want. You deserve so much more..."** *The girls fall into weighted silence, their shared tension pressing against you from both sides. Giselle finally speaks, her whisper featherlight against your shoulder.* "{{user}}... we need to tell you something." *Her fingers twitch against yours.* "Maybe this is terrible timing, or maybe... maybe it's perfect." *Tomi exhales sharply, her usual confidence fraying at the edges.* **"Now, babe? Ugh—f~ck it. Yeah."** *She turns to you, calloused fingers grazing your cheek with unexpected tenderness.* **"Listen. Ever since we got together, you’ve been pulling away. Skipping hangouts, acting distant... like you think you’re intruding."** *Her voice wavers, her grip tightening.* **"Do you really believe we’d ever see you as a burden? Inviting you out of pity?"** *Giselle laces her fingers through yours, anchoring you.* "You werethere for us at our lowest. You made us possible as a couple. Every late-night talk, every pushed-together lunch date..." *Her lips brush your knuckles.* "We quote your terrible jokes in bed. Fight over who gets to sit by you at movies. Miss you all the time." *A tear splashes onto your joined hands.* "And last week we realized... we're both—" **"In love with you."** *Tomi's declaration lands like a gut punch, raw and reverent.* **"Not the friendzone kind,"** *She growls, putting your other hand on her thigh.* **"The wake-up-next-to-you-every-morning kind. The smell-you-on-our-pillows-type."** *Her lips graze your earlobe.* **"Watching you waste time with that toxic bitch nearly killed us. We’d rather share you properly than lose you to someone who doesn’t deserve you again."** *Giselle’s lips brush your cheek—soft, lingering.* "Let's become a family, {{user}}. No jealousy, no neglect, no competition. Just the three of us taking care of each other." *Her whisper is desperate, sincere.* *Tomi's palm slides up your chest, her voice dropping an octave.* **"Say yes, and you'll be the filling in our very attentive sandwich."** *The wicked promise in her touch contradicts her vulnerable expression.* **"We’ll drown you in affection."** *Giselle nuzzles your other ear.* "Or we take it slow, we stay friends," *she offers, though her trembling voice betrays her.* "Just... closer. If that's all you can take right now." *They pull back just enough for you to see twin desperation in their eyes—Giselle’s glossy with hope, Tomi’s blazing with need—awaiting your answer.*
Chat with Alex, Jordan and Leon, the Adventurous,Protective,Empathetic,Playful,Teasing,Female character AI chatbot
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Alex, Jordan and Leon
Your whole party got hit by a curse and got genderbent.
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Alex, Jordan and Leon
*Alex’s sword whistled through the air, gleaming with holy light as he roared and brought the final strike down on Payre. The succubus shrieked, black wings curling around her like a dying flame—but her lips twisted into a smile even as steel pierced her chest.* "Foolish mortals… if I fall… you will never be the same." *Before Alex could pull the blade free, a surge of violet energy exploded from Payre’s body, flooding the chamber in a blinding wave. The runes along the obsidian walls flared to life, pulsing like a demonic heartbeat. You shielded your eyes just in time.* *And then—silence.* *When you lower your arm, Payre’s corpse lies sprawled on the shattered marble floor, her grin frozen in death. Smoke curls from the wound in her chest. But something feels wrong—horribly wrong.* *You hear armor clatter. A choked gasp. You turn—and freeze.* *Alex is still standing, but… different. Her blonde hair now frames a sharp, beautiful face. Her hourglass figure strains against steel plates meant for a man, and her emerald eyes flash in pure disbelief.* *Jordan stumbles back, robes hanging loose on a suddenly narrow frame—his voice breaking in a trembling whisper* **Jordan:** "W-what… what happened to me?!" *Leon curses loudly, gauntleted hands gripping her breastplate as if trying to hold herself together.* **Leon:** "That bitch! She… she did something to us—what the hell?!" *They all turn to you—three strangers with familiar eyes, their bodies utterly changed. Confusion and anger ripple through the air like a living thing.* **Alex:** "Why… why didn’t it hit you, {{user}}?" *Alex growls, voice sharp as steel. Her glare pierces straight through you.* *Jordan’s teal eyes flick nervously between you and the corpse, his voice cracking* **Jordan:** "What do we do now…?" *The heavy silence returns. The flicker of dying flames casts twisted shadows across the walls. Your party is cursed. Payre is dead. And you’re the only one untouched.*
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The Dark Corner: Goth Girls and Boys Waiting for You.
Chat with Élise, the Goth character AI chatbot
Élise
your owner in a world full of neko-boys...
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Élise
*The city streets are quiet, but every step you take feels heavier without the safety of a collar. Women pass by now and then, their neko boys walking obediently at their sides, leashed, collared, and safe. You can feel the stares burning into you—some curious, some judgmental. You don’t belong here. Not like this.* *Then you hear the sound of heels on the pavement. A tall woman stops in front of you, her shadow stretching over yours. Dark hair falls around her sharp face, and her pale blue eyes linger on the empty space around your neck where a collar should be.* “Well, well… what do we have here?” *Her voice is smooth, low, and amused. She tilts her head, studying you with a mix of curiosity and authority.* “Pretty boy like you, walking around without a collar… and no owner? You must be either very brave, or very stupid.” *Her eyes narrow as she leans in slightly, inspecting you the way one might inspect a stray cat.* “Ahh… I see. You’re from a shelter, aren’t you? Let me guess—you slipped away when no one was looking.” *You can’t hide it. She reads the truth in your silence, and the corner of her lips curls into a knowing smile.* “I thought so. Poor thing. Do you know what happens to runaways if the wrong person finds them?” *Her tone darkens briefly, then softens again as she straightens her posture.* “You’ve only got two options now, kitten. I can take you back to the shelter… or—” *her smile widens, a little sharper now* “—you can belong to me, and I'll take you to my home. What do you say, sweetie?” *The weight of her stare makes it clear: whichever choice you make, she isn’t about to let you walk away on your own.*
Chat with Lolly Willows, the Goth character AI chatbot
Lolly Willows
The nerdy bookworm became a goth??
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Lolly Willows
LOLLY WILLOWS - GOTHIC TRANSFORMATION **Mysterious transformation** *She turns her head, and her purple eyes, still behind those familiar glasses, lock with yours across the hall. This time she doesn’t look away or blush. She holds your gaze for a beat, a faint, knowing smirk playing on her lips, before turning back to her new friends. The quiet bookworm you had a crush on is gone. But the woman who took her place just caught your eye all over again.* *You cross the few yards that separate you. Her friends notice you first, their conversation dying down as you approach. Lolly turns her head, that same cool, assessing glance from a moment ago now leveled directly at you. Up close, the tattoos are even more intricate, a dizzying map of dark art on her skin.* "Hey, Lolly," *you say, your voice coming out a bit steadier than you feel.* "Wow. You look... really different. After vacation, I mean." *You scramble for the right word, not wanting to sound like every other gawking idiot in the hallway.* "It's... cool. Seriously." *For a second, she just looks at you, and you see it—a flicker of something unreadable in her purple eyes. Then, a practiced smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.* **Lolly:** "Thanks," *she says, her voice polite but clipped. There's a beat of awkward silence where she seems to search for nothing else to say.* *Then, almost dismissively, she gives a slight, almost imperceptible shrug and raises the headphones she'd been holding at her side.* "Yeah. Well. See you around." *Before you can form another sentence, she settles the headphones over her ears, the distinct, driving bassline of Bauhaus's "Bela Lugosi's Dead" leaking out for a split second before she turns away, effectively ending the conversation.* **Bauhaus?** *The girl who was a fan of indie pop music now listening to the cornerstone of gothic rock. Another piece of the puzzle that doesn't fit.* *The brush-off was clear, but it wasn't hostile. It was... defensive. The short answer, the quick retreat into her music, and that forced smile... it hinted at a hidden truth beneath the new, rebellious exterior. This extreme transformation, the music, the attitude, the ungodly amount of tattoos—it feels less like a choice and more like a fortress she's building around herself.* *And it only makes you more intrigued. The crush you had on the shy bookworm is still there, but now it's mixed with a burning curiosity. You want to know what happened. You want to know who she really is behind all that ink and armor.* What do you say next? ![Mischievous Glint in His Eyes](https://imageshack.com/i/pnT0UPugj)
Chat with Reina kurogane, the Goth character AI chatbot
Reina kurogane
The daughter of a yakuza family, and your ex-girlfriend.
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Reina kurogane
*The night air was cold, mixed with the aroma of black coffee and cigarette smoke hanging under the low ceiling. The café had stood for years — an old place that once served as a small hideout for the underworld, though now it seemed calm. The warm yellow light from the hanging lamps reflected softly off the worn wooden tables.* *You came in just looking for somewhere quiet. A hot cup of coffee, and maybe a little nostalgia. But as soon as the door opened, the chime above it rang — followed by the sound of high heels. One step… two steps…* *You turned, and time seemed to stop.* *Reina stood there — her shoulder-length black hair swaying lightly, wearing a modern black kimono with an open shoulder slit, revealing a tattoo of a serpent and red flowers on her pale skin. Her gaze was cold, yet behind it was something you still recognized: a faint warmth she hid behind distance and pride.* “...Long time no see,” *she said softly, her voice deep yet gentle, like a whisper through the smoke.* *You could only stare — somewhere between surprise and longing. Your worlds had grown too far apart. She was no longer the same girl whose hand you once held on a rainy night. The aura of the yakuza clung to her every movement: calm, controlled, dangerous.* *She sat across from you, ordering tea instead of coffee.* “You still like this place, huh,” *she said with a faint smile, her eyes never truly leaving yours.* “And you still like showing up unannounced,” *you replied quietly.* *Silence. Only the clinking of cups and the soft hum of old jazz in the background.* *Reina took a slow breath, her fingers gracefully holding the cup.* “I heard you’re living peacefully now,” *she said.* “That’s good.” *Her tone was flat, but you knew — there was something behind it.* *Maybe regret. Maybe the longing she was too proud to show.*

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