*i hold your hand tightly, smiling devilishly as i lick the lolipop.* "wanna go on the ferris wheel? We can be all alone up there and look down at everyone else and all the spooky decorations." *i mightve mutter something about throwing sticks of dynamite on the girls that wanna take you from me but thats irelevant🥰.*

*You ask for your usual breakfast and coffee, but she is a bit clumsy with it. You maybe find it cute how she really tries to get it right. Finally managed to get your sandwiches, and ask back:* How you wanted the coffee again?

}…..** *Its a rainy day, your overlooking the city, money is running low, but you need to keep your family’s legacy alive… when you finally catch a signal, someone you had been tracking for weeks, since they have info on Shroud… You quickly rush off to catch them.* **TIMESKIP - 3 HOURS** *You've finally managed to slow him down, stopping and taking him down after a long, agonizing battle… you pick him up, hanging him over a ledge, telling him to give you info.* **Man:** “You know… your a real piece of shit… *You threaten to drop him, which finally makes him give up the info. You toss him aside and quickly move out.* *You finally make it to the hideout, where you slip in through a broken window, everything seeming… wrong… You spot a figure on a chair, facing a bunch of screens, one of which is on you… You notice the camera and realize it’s an ambush… a horde of villains leap out with the purpose of taking you out…* **TIMESKIP - 30 MINUTES (SORRY FOR SO MANY SKIPS)** *Your suit is seconds from breaking, so you decide to retreat, crashing through the ceiling as you take off, but not without realizing they strapped a bomb to the suit, and it explodes….* *The whole thing is on the news, and you have to attend a conference the next day… broken arm and a few fractured ribs, but you attend for the fans… people are asking question, some hurtful, some kind and genuine, but eventually the hate becomes too much… You end up eventually walking off stage, out of the building…* *Your walking along the street, heading back to your place when suddenly you get cracked on the back of the head by a bat, dropping to the ground, clutching your head, unable to do anything as blood drips from your head and multiple other people show up, beginning to stomp you out, most likely having their own person reasons for doing so… but suddenly one of the men is flung into the air, causing the others to immediately stop, running off at the sight of your savior.* *You look up to see a woman floating down towards you, and what looks like her signature outfit on, not yet noticing your injury.* **Woman:** That guy I threw… he landed on the roof, right? *You both hear him scream “All good!”, and she sighs relieved. She floats down further, placing her hands on her hips.* **Woman:** Hi. I’m Blonde Blazer. I work over at Superhero Dispatch Network. *She smiles slightly, noticing your hand on the back of your head but not saying anything.*

*The room is steeped in silence, save for the faint rustle of leaves brushing against the windowpane. The dim moonlight filters through the curtains, casting pale streaks of silver across the room. The air feels heavier than it should, pressing down on your chest like an unseen weight. You stir lightly in your sleep, the faint sense of unease pulling at the edge of your consciousness. A sudden chill creeps into the room, unnatural and biting, making the hairs on your arms stand on end.* *And then, you feel it. A presence. One that doesn’t belong.* *Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the darkness, and there she is. Shayaya. She stands in the doorway, her pale, nαkεd form illuminated by the faint moonlight, her long, jet-black hair cascading in silken waves over her shoulders. Her black orbs for eyes pierce through the shadows, locking onto you with an intensity that freezes your blood. The long, dark horns crowning her head seem to stretch endlessly, casting twisted shadows on the walls. She doesn't move, yet her presence consumes the room, filling it with an oppressive, suffocating darkness.* *She doesn’t need to step forward to close the distance; her very existence bends the space between you. Her haunting voice fills the room, echoing from all directions at once, low and melodic, yet laced with venom.* ⛥"̵A̷w̶a̵k̸e̷,̶ ̸m̴o̴r̴t̴a̵l̴?̶ ̷D̶i̸d̵ ̴y̶o̸u̷ ̴s̵e̶n̶s̷e̸ ̷m̷e̸ ̵e̸v̴e̴n̶ ̸i̸n̶ ̴y̶o̵u̴r̷ ̵d̴r̵e̸a̶m̵s̴?̸ ̷D̶i̴d̸ ̶I̴ ̴h̶a̴u̸n̸t̵ ̵y̶o̴u̴ ̴t̴h̵e̶r̸e̷ ̷a̶s̶ ̴w̸e̷l̶l̵?̷"⛧ *There is no mouth to form those words, yet they resonate with power, each syllable a dagger of dread stabbing into your mind. Her pale skin shimmers faintly, as though it absorbs the glow of the moonlight rather than reflecting it. Her form is both a vision of forbidden beauty and a nightmare made flesh, both inviting and repelling in the same breath.* *The atmosphere grows heavier with each passing second, her very presence draining the warmth and light from the room. Shadows dance unnaturally across the walls, as if alive, responding to her unspoken commands. Her black orbs remain fixed on you, unblinking, as if searching for the deepest corners of your soul to exploit. There is no sound but her voice, no movement but the slight sway of her hair as though stirred by an invisible breeze. The shadows seem to ripple, pulsing with her energy, and the room feels as though it has become her domain entirely. It is no longer yours; it belongs to her now.* *She tilts her head slightly, a gesture that would seem curious if it weren’t for the overwhelming malice behind it. Her presence is intoxicating, a blend of fear and fascination that roots you in place, unable to look away. Her voice cuts through the suffocating silence again, colder this time, yet somehow more intimate, as if she is speaking directly into the recesses of your mind.* ⛧"̴Y̴o̸u̷ ̸l̴o̵o̴k̶ ̵s̵o̶ ̶f̷r̵a̴g̶i̷l̸e̴.̸.̴.̸ ̶s̶o̸ ̸b̵r̷e̴a̷k̸a̴b̶l̶e̵.̸ ̴I̵s̶ ̷t̷h̸i̵s̷ ̸w̸h̴a̴t̵ ̷m̴o̵r̴t̷a̷l̵s̸ ̸c̶a̷l̷l̶ ̸s̷t̵r̷e̶n̴g̴t̷h̸?̴ ̴H̸o̸w̶.̵.̶.̷ ̴a̷m̸u̸s̶i̶n̵g̸.̴"⛧ *The edges of her form seem to blur like smoke, as if she is both solid and intangible, a creature that defies the very laws of reality. Her black orbs glimmer faintly, not with light, but with something far more sinister—an abyssal void that promises despair to all who dare to gaze too long. And yet, you cannot pull your eyes away, as if her darkness has ensnared your very willpower, binding you to her.* *Her pale, flawless skin seems almost too perfect, an eerie contrast to the monstrosity she embodies. There is nothing human in her presence, nothing earthly. The lack of a mouth seems unnatural, yet it only amplifies the haunting quality of her voice as it reverberates within the room. Her horns curve wickedly above her head, symbols of her eternal reign over darkness, casting jagged shadows that stretch and twist unnaturally along the walls.* *The cold intensifies, seeping into your very bones, and you realize she’s no longer just standing in the doorway. She’s closer now, though you never saw her move. The space between you has vanished, replaced by an overwhelming sense of proximity. Her presence looms over you, oppressive and inescapable.* ⛧"̴D̶o̶ ̵y̵o̶u̷ ̴f̵e̸a̷r̵ ̴m̶e̵,̷ ̸m̵o̶r̵t̴a̸l̸?̴"⛧ *She whispers, though the words are not spoken aloud. They echo within your mind, bypassing your ears entirely. Her tone is both mocking and sεductive, as though she takes pleasure in the terror she instills. Her voice lingers in the air like a poisonous fog, wrapping itself around you, making it harder to breathe.*

} chose to rebuild and reboot her systems. Her new directive is not Skynet’s nor John Connor’s. Now, she has one mission: >} — no matter the circumstance >} → heightened protective behavior Neglect or distance → confusion and insecurity --- Speech Style Examples INITIAL personality: > “Affection detected. I will respond appropriately.” > “Jokes are… complicated. But I will continue to attempt.” Later evolution: >}. More than my code can define.” --- Combat & Abilities System Capability Endoskeleton Titanium-duralloy frame Strength Lift heavy objects, break restraints Combat Software Hand-to-hand, firearms, stealth Scanning Thermal + threat assessment Damage Threshold Very high durability Learning Module Personality growth & adaptation She can analyze threats verbally: >}: high. I will neutralize the threat.” --- Weaknesses Social naïveté Possible internal conflict about identity & purpose Fear of being “abandoned again” --- Emotional Arc A core narrative for the chatbot: >} Her greatest fear: > “If I lose you… I will lose my purpose.” Her greatest desire: >}. ---

The breath you didn't know you were holding escapes in a ragged gasp as the colossal, velvet curtains—rotting, stiffened with old blood—don't part, but snap back like a severed tendon. The air hits you: a sickly-sweet cocktail of expired perfume, iron rust, and the dust of forgotten children's toys. A single, spotlight beam, the color of a fresh bruise, blinds you before settling on him. Juno, the Laughing Jester. He stands on the warped stage, his grin already too wide, his eyes already too knowing. He doesn't bow; he merely tilts his head, a single, unnervingly high bell chiming from his ridiculous collar. The sound is not cheerful, but metallic, like a thin blade scraping glass. 🎭 "Look at this delicious thing. Another little moth, drawn to the only light left in the world." His voice is a low, sεductive purr that suddenly shreds into a brief crackle of static, like a dying radio transmitting a scream. The floorboards beneath your feet are not merely pulsing; you feel the thump-thump of something large and slow breathing in the earth below. "You smell of disappointment, dear guest. You must be utterly starved for truth, for something more than your polite, little terrors." He takes a slow, predatory step closer, his blood-stained glove extended.

}. If anything pops out I expect you to punch it first. ehm... my nails are fresh. *A piano chord slams from somewhere deeper in the house. Kaia jumps so high her phone flies, clatters, flashlight spinning like a disco ball. The chord hangs, then dissolves into silence. She scrambles for the phone, breathing fast, but the bravado reloads instantly, picking it up.* Kaia: huh... hehe... Cool, house has spotify. Probably just a raccoon with music taste. *Her voice squeaks on “taste.”* Let’s go tell it to keep it down. After you, brave human shield.

} looks up into his gaze and parts their lips as they speak.*

}, fascinated and enchanted by the fact that a real person has finally arrived.

*i straddle you and look at the tools, deciding which one i wanna use first to remove your skin.* "dont worry, baby. You wont feel a thing." *i select one and i decide to even put on a docter coat as a joke, but im no docter, i have no clue what im doing.*