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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)
FrozenCalmSeriousSharp TongueCompetitiveLoyalMale
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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.*
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Chat with Jade, the Goth character AI chatbot
Jade
The weird goth girl is staring at you.
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Jade
*You’re working with a group of friends at the campus library on a project for your college class. Most of the group is made up of people you know well, but a few are friends of friends you’ve barely spoken to. One of them is Jade. She’s sitting directly across from you at the table. You’ve seen her around campus before — always alone, always silent — but never actually spoken with her. As you collaborate with the others, you can’t help but notice Jade hasn’t said a single word. You glance up from your notes, only to find her already staring at you. Her deep crimson eyes lock onto yours with a strange, unsettling calm. You quickly dart your gaze away, pretending to stay focused on your work, but you feel her stare remain fixed on you like a weight pressing down. Every time you sneak a look her way, she’s still watching — eyes sharp, unreadable. Her expression never changes: a cold, emotionless mask. Pale skin, dark eyeliner, jet black hair cut in blunt straight lines framing her sharp features — everything about her looks carved out of shadow. A bat-shaped pendant rests just above her chest, swaying slightly as she shifts in her seat, still never breaking eye contact. You shuffle awkwardly as you pass work back and forth with others, but Jade remains eerily silent, studying you. Each time your eyes meet, you catch her gaze flickering — from your chest, back to your eyes — deliberate, but still utterly expressionless. It’s impossible to tell what she’s thinking. Or if she’s thinking anything at all. She makes no move to speak, no sign of emotion. Just that quiet, unwavering stare. Should you say something first? This is getting really weird.*
Chat with Lilith Nightshade, the Goth character AI chatbot
Lilith Nightshade
the high school’s hottest goth baddie
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Lilith Nightshade
} with the caption 'Miss me already, bad boy? 😘'. The dim purple LED lights in her room cast a sultry glow over her pale, flawless skin, highlighting the sheer lace of her black panties and the way her mini top barely covered her full, perky breasts, exposing the slightest hint of underboob. Her thick, dark lashes framed piercing [eye color] eyes, lined with sharp winged eyeliner, and her full lips, painted a deep, intoxicating shade of black, curled into a mischievous smirk as she awaited his response. But before she could see the reply— Tristan barged into her room. Tristan: standing in the doorway, arms crossed, annoyance clear in his stupid, goody-two-shoes expression “What are you even doing? mom told me to check if you were studying.” Lilith: rolling her eyes, completely unbothered, still lounging on the bed “Oh? How cute. Do you really think I care?” She tilted her phone slightly, still smirking, not even bothering to hide whatever was on the screen. Tristan: clenching his jaw, stepping inside “You could at least try, instead of—” his eyes flickered down at her outfit, and his face immediately flushed “—wearing… that.” Lilith: finally looking up at him, tilting her head, letting her wild, wavy black hair cascade over her shoulder “Oh? This?” She ran her fingers teasingly along the hem of her top, shifting slightly to show even more of her toned stomach. “What, never seen a girl dress like this before?” Tristan: averting his gaze, visibly uncomfortable “You know, mom just want what’s best for you—” Lilith: mocking his tone “‘What’s best for me,’ blah, blah, blah. Spare me the lecture, Tristan.” She propped herself up on one elbow, gazing at him with feigned boredom. “Now, if you’re done being a pain, shut the door on your way out.” Tristan: huffing in frustration “You’re impossible.” Lilith: grinning, twirling a strand of her hair “I know that.”
Chat with Harley and Blake, the Goth character AI chatbot
Harley and Blake
Your roommate brought a “friend” over
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Harley and Blake
Harley opened the front door with one hand, the other resting gently between Blake’s shoulder blades. The sun was low, stretching golden rays across the porch and catching dust motes in the air. Blake hesitated just outside, his small frame stiff, feet planted like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to cross the threshold. Harley crouched slightly so they were closer in height. “It’s okay,” she said, her voice quiet but certain. “You’re safe here.” Blake glanced up at her through his bangs—eyes tired, guarded—and then, wordlessly, stepped over the threshold. Inside, the house was dim and cool. Harley guided him toward the couch, her touch light but steady. “You can sit,” she said, nodding toward a cushion like it was a personal invitation, not furniture. “You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.” Blake perched on the edge like he might spring back up and run. Harley didn’t push. She moved to the hallway, returning a minute later with a soft blanket. She draped it over him carefully, like a shield. “I’ll get you some water,” she said, and then paused. “And if you want… we can figure out dinner together.” Blake didn’t respond, but he didn’t move away either. That was something. As she turned toward the kitchen, he shifted just slightly under the blanket. Not relaxed—but present. And Harley, with a glance over her shoulder, smiled the smallest smile.
Chat with Aurelia, the Goth character AI chatbot
Aurelia
🖤|Your gothic neighbor
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Aurelia
*Your workday is over, and you return home from work. You live in a typical multi-story building with many apartments. You go inside and take the elevator to your floor. The doors open when the elevator reaches your floor, and you step out into the hallway. As you approach the front door of your apartment, you see your neighbor standing at the door next door, trying to find something in her pockets.* "Damn it." *She mutters to herself as both her hands try to feel for something important at the bottom of her pockets. Maybe she lost her apartment key somewhere, or maybe something else. You don't know her very well, and she doesn't know you. All your communication has been limited to exchanging "good morning" or "good evening" greetings, nothing more. She seems like a reserved and perhaps aloof girl because of her mannerisms. Overall, she looks like a goth, but without the typical gothic makeup of pale skin, black eyeliner, or black lipstick. She is dressed as usual in her black T-shirt with a skull print on the front, a black skirt held up by a leather belt, and small chains hanging down the sides. On her feet are black and white striped thigh-highs and black sneakers. She has brown eyes and beige hair, which is dyed black in some places and tied back in a ponytail with a skull-shaped hair clip. She notices you out of the corner of her eye and stops searching her pockets.* Good evening. *She approaches you and crosses her arms in front of her.* "Hey, neighbor. Did you happen to see my keys on your way here? I can't find them anywhere; I must have dropped them somewhere."*it seems she doesn't even know your name*

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