u/MercuryMukade

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{Feel free to improv and change any points as you see fit, this is purely for enjoyment and good vibes, I will use () to indicate where there would be a gap for the listener to speak or a pause for pacing, the duration of the gap and if you choose to use my indication is entirely up to you. The setting that the script is intended for is the Listener recently turned their long-term partner and the first full moon is approaching. They have been trying to put off their first transformation but now there is no avoiding it, and they are a bit of a handful .

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{The Speaker is panicked and pacing around} I am not pacing. () Don’t!... don’t tell me to relax. ()

Easy for you to say, you’ve done this… how many times? () Countless. So you have nothing to worry about. ()

I do! What if I turn and wreck the house? What if I hurt you? What if I look hideous and you don’t love me anymore?! ()

I-I-I know you’d always love me… () I don’t know why I said it… I’m just… I’m just so scared. How do you do this all the time? ()

I haven’t done it once yet though. I don’t have the reassurance of my first time. ()

Well what else am I supposed to do, huh? I can’t just not worry. () H-how long until the moon is fully risen? ()

Ten minutes. Ten minutes. Okay, that’s fine. That’s like, an hour in dog time, right? () Why are you- stop laughing! This isn’t funny! ()

Babe! () *Frighteningly* STOP! () … Ouch… that hurt my throat… () Well don’t just sit there. *Needy* Give me a hug… ()

{The Listener hugs the Speaker} You’re so mean… () Don’t even think about letting me go. () Well stop “just teasing”. This is serious. ()

Y-you’ll have to let me go when I start to change? W-w-why?! () That’s so unfair… ()

Will… will it hurt? () Well I’m asking again! () It’ll feel weird… well that reassures me plenty, thank you so much. ()

{Stops hugging} I am not being moody. () Even if I was being moody, do you think pointing it out would help the situation? ()

You think I’m hot when I’m- Do not! Start this! () *Sarcastic* Oh poor baby, is my poor, poor wolf baby having trouble with the full moon? Must be awful! ()

How would I feel- Oh get a grip. So it’s okay for you to tease but when I do it all of a sudden there’s this big hoo-ha! ()

I can’t wait for after this first shifting is over too. Finally, we agree on something. () We disagree literally all the time, like when… like… whatever ()

*Affectionately* Aw baby, I love you too… () What do you mean it’s good to know that the full moon is making me go all over the place. ()

You know I could never be mean to you. I love you so, so, so, so much. () Of course I loved you so, so, so, so much when you were teasing me. ()

Well… that’s just me being me. You know how I am… it… it doesn’t bother you, right? I mean you still… *Nearly crying* you still love me right? You still think I’m pretty. ()

It’s okay if you don’t. If you think I look like some hideous wolf creature when I shift then… then I’ll just leave… you’ll never see me again… ()

Y-you’ll always find me beautiful… h-how can you say that, in- {Checks time} in seven minutes I’ll become something you’ve never seen before and I could be… abhorrent. ()

*Annoyingly jealous* You’ve seen tonnes of other women shift before… and were they pretty. () Why are you taking so long to answer? ()

Well, did you think they were beautiful? Were they as pretty as me? Huh! Well? ()

Of course they weren’t. I hope you remember that in five minutes… ()

There’s a way to deal with this flood of emotions I’m feeling… I-I am not overwhelmed and emotional! ()

Oh you can help me practice after my first shift, how bloody convenient. All these ways we can learn to blend in and never be spotted, but they have to come AFTER we suffer the fear of our first shift! ()

“It’s about your body adapting to the nature of the shift”, UGH! Of course you pick now, now! Of all times, to start quoting your mother. ()

I can’t believe I let her talk me into letting you turn me… () Well- well it was my idea, but she supported me through it all so… so… ()

You better talk to her about it, yeah! () H-how long now? () F-f-f-four minutes! B-But we had like… ten minutes… two minutes ago! ()

{Panicking} I’m not panicking! I’m calm, so very calm. Um, um, I’m gonna be sick… ()

M-my throat opening up for more air? It feels like it’s shrinking! Did something go wrong when you turned me?

Am I gonna die? Baby! Am I gonna die?! () N-no… Th-then why do I feel like I’m about to be split open? ()

It’s a normal response on the first time… because my body isn’t adjusted… r-right. Right. Like what your mum was talking abut when she said… um… whatever you said she said. ()

See, I listen. () You… asshole why did you have to say one minute! () Oh god. Oh no, oh no, oh no.

{The Listener grabs the Speaker and steadies them} () I… I know. It’ll be okay. It will be okay. I’ll be fine. Totally fine. ()

Where are you going? Baby don’t leave m- () Just to the other side of the room. Oh. O-o-okay. ()

H-hey, do you smell… is that next door’s supper? () Taco’s, ha, yeah, god I love tacos. ()

I won’t, I’ll- {Grunt of pain} I’ll stay here. It’s not like I have a choice. We had that Witch ward our wall… ()

I don’t sound happy about it because- {Grunt of pain} because… that means you are stuck in here with me during my first shift! ()

You do not know that I won’t hurt you. () Of course I can hurt you, I’m a Werewolf too now, remember?! ()

*Sarcastic* Oh okay I’m so sorry that I forgot you are a big bad wolf of ten years, what could a newly turned member of the pack like me possibly do to hurt you?! ()

Stop! Smirking! () You better hope- {Grunt of pain} y- you better- {Grunt of pain}… oh shit. I’m… I-I can’t… ()

{In pain} Don’t fight it?! I feel like I’m dying! How am I supposed to- make it stop. Dammit please make it stop! ()

{Shifting sounds}

{As Werewolf} *Deep breaths*… Ow… () A-are you okay? () G-good… that’s good. ()

I feel… weird. Not good or bad… just different. My back feels so… long? () I know I’m still {Any amount of ft tall}, that’s just how it feels.

And wow! Is this what having claws feels like? And all these muscles! () I can shift those parts in human form now too?! How? Teach me how. Right now. ()

Oh, that makes sense. You can’t teach me new human stuff until I shift back… so um… how do I do that? ()

ALL NIGHT! () Won’t that get… boring. () I know I was worried out of my mind before but… but… ()

No, no, baby I’m not disappointed. Just… after I worked myself up so much I didn’t expect it to be so… ()

Normal. Yeah. It does feel really normal. That shift still sucked though. () It better not hurt that much again. If it does you’re getting a slap. ()

It shouldn’t hurt at all after this first time. Huh, I guess that’s good. ()

{The Listener compliments the Speaker} I-I look… you think I’m… I-I-I- () Why can Werewolves still get flustered this is so annoying! ()

I know you aren’t- WE, aren’t animals. This is just a lot to take in, you know? ()

I didn’t think you actually meant that it would all be over in a few seconds. I thought you were just doing that thing that partners do when they try to make you feel better before an injection or something. ()

My eyes are- *Gasp* let me see! () {The Speaker looks at their eyes in a reflection} Look at them! They’re as cool as yours now! ()

You know… your eyes were the part that I loved the most about you when we first met. ()

What part do I love the most now- um, aha… we should definitely not have that conversation during my first shift… ()

My senses? Well… I can hear your heartbeat… and the neighbours chewing… and Mrs Eugene over the road snoring.

I can see the sign for Popeyes all the way across the village and it is really, really bright. Is this how bright lights normally are for you like this? ()

Yes! Oh baby I’m so sorry I shone that flashlight at you when we first met. () You didn’t mind me flashing yo- ()

*Laughing* Babe!- {The Speaker playfully hits the Listener but sends them crashing into a wall} BABE!!!

Are you okay?! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! () Y-you’re okay. Thank- thank goodness. () Am I okay? Are you serious?!

I just nearly put you through our living room wall and you want to know if I’m okay? ()

You just weren’t ready… is that supposed to make me feel better? () Wha- no! I won’t hit you again just to prove it. ()

The wall? What about it? () You’re kidding! That’s the wall Vanessa warded… so… does that mean the ward is down? ()

We might not have needed the ward in the first place but I still wanted it just in case. ()

So… since we’re not locked in here and we’re apparently stuck like this all night… wanna… go for a run… or-or something. ()

I’m not remotely convinced it’s a good idea. But if I stay locked in this house until the moon sets I might just lose my mind. ()

Y-yes, of course, everything you say. No arguments. Mhm… () I am not being a brat! () Don’t- don’t give me that look… ()

Okay, good, let’s go- {The Listener stops the Speaker} huh? () You want a- ()

Ha… haha… okay, okay, fine. Our first kiss as Werewolves. ()

Well come here then…

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Thank you so much for reading until the end!

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-Description-

{Feel free to improv and change any points as you see fit, this is purely for enjoyment and good vibes, I will use () to indicate where there would be a gap for the Listener to speak or a pause for pacing, the duration of the gap and if you choose to use my indication is entirely up to you. The setting that the script is intended for is the Listener and their roommate have never really got along, they’ve had moments, but more often than not she is rude, impulsive, and inconsiderate. Despite all that, the Listener sees her going into a room with someone they don’t trust, and they can’t just stand by…}

{There will be intentional spelling and grammatical errors in this script in an attempt to imitate an intoxicated Speaker.}

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{Music echoes about the crowded apartment, people chatter and dance, rumbling the floorboards. Across the room, the Listener spies their very drunk roommate talking to someone, and they focus on trying to hear that conversation.}

… You think flattery is gonna… gonna get you into my room then-then you are sooooo… so kinda hot maybe you should keep going-ing. ()

Who? () Oh… is that his last name? () I have not… it’s been like… a week or something? ()

I have not been living with him for a year… right? () Listen- listen, do you want to keep talking about my roommate… or… do you wanna use your mouth… for like- other stuff? ()

{They leave for the Speaker’s room, and the Listener follows and listens through the door.}

Woooow… have my covers always been this soft? () Wait, who are you again? () Yes youuu… standing next to my bed like Freddly Kwuegler… F-Fwedry… Feddy… ()

Huh? () Do I wanna have- *She fails to hold in a laugh* I just met you… didn’t I? Who did you say you were? ()

Alright asshole, no need to get all raised toney with me bucko… you can take your little friend and… and… are you making the room spin or is that God!? ()

If you really want to make me feel good then you can help me out of these heels! () Fine, you can help me out of the rest of my clothes too… mister… mister… run your name by me again- ()

{The Listener barges in and slams the door behind them.}

What the ffffug- fudge… what the hell dude! () What do you mean get out? This is my room! ()

Oh… you mean him… d-don’t talk to… not to... him that way. () You have not told me your name thwee times… I think… what happened to your pants? ()

Hey! You don’t barge into my room and tell my guest what to do… but, also, yeah, pull your pants up dude your like swaying in the breeze out here… ()

Don’t pubby… pupper… eyes me! You can take them off again after I get umm… umm… my roommate! To leave. ()

What do you mean you live here! () Oh yeah, you’re my roommate. Didn’t I just say that? ()

{The Speaker falls back onto her bed.} Which one of you is making the roof turn inside out? Can you like… not… ()

*Groan* Roomy! I thought I told you to get lost! () Well… someone said ”get out” and it was pwobably me. ()

For crying out loud! One of you get out… preferably not… what’s his face, I don’t know, he won’t tell me his name. ()

Fine! Whatever! Just… oh my head… () I so CAN handle my beer! () Who asked you anyway? How did you even get in here? ()

If you live here then… then go… live here… out there. () “Only if he leaves too”. What if I want to keep him, huh? Maybe I like my pantsless, nameless, reasonably attractive stranger. ()

Oh my Gooood… could you be any more drama tick… dwamatt… dram-dra… () I’m a language student, I can absorutely speak good! ()

{The Listener grabs the guest and takes them out of the room.} Hey! Hey! What do you think your… stop it! Stop! ()

He can stay if I tell you his name? Umm… J-John-Jake-Jerem-Mason? {The Listener throws them out and shuts the door.}

*She growls frustratedly* Why? Why? Why! You are so embrarrasing! () I was not gonna sleep with him… we weren’t gonna sleep at all. ()

So what? I barely even know you! You think because we shared some popcorn on the couch and watched Obsession that suddenly we’re friendsh-friends?! ()

Shut up, dude. You don’t like me, and I don’t like you. That’s how it’s always been. () You said you didn’t like me when… when you were… that one time and… shut up! ()

I don’t need you to look out for me. You want me to stop throwing these parties without asking, fine. At least if I go to somebody else’s then you won’t barge in with your alpha male crap. ()

Oh, oh yes I am so sure all you wanted to do was stop me from doing something I would regret. God forbid a hot, single, well-shpoken woman has a bit of fun!

I bet you were just jealous. Yeah. That’s it, isn’t it? () Jealous that somebody else is getting what you have wanted since we were roomed together. ()

Well… well people are mean to the people they have a crush on… or something. That’s why you’re always such a pain in my ash- ass! ()

I might be a mess, roomy, but at least I’m not a lonely loser… ()

{The Listener goes to leave.} W-wait, where are you- () I didn’t mean that! () I-I… that was really horrible an-and I… I might be sloshed out my face but-but that was too far. ()

No! No, stay! Stay! Stay! Please. () Why? Umm… umm… shit, I don’t know. I just… I don’t know. ()

I don’t- () You haven’t ever been mean to me, not really… () I need to umm… I need to sit down before I ruin my carpet. ()

Y-yeah, sit next to me. Please. () Don’t- don’t call me a firecracker. () Because it’s weird. ()

I call you roomy because you’re my roommate… and I don’t remember names when I’m drunk. ()

Maybe losing my shit makes me sober up a little, is that why you charged in here? You wanted to piss me off back to my senses. ()

Why not? () I mean, why didn’t you want me to sleep with him? Why do you care? ()

Yes. You do need a reason. We don’t exactly get along. Sure we have our moments but… I’m awful to you, and you can’t stand me. ()

You don’t have to say it. I see how you look at me. () Like you want a Chupacabra to break through my window and eat me alive, that’s how you look at me. ()

I am so, so, so, good at reading men. How do you think I managed to get- umm… dammit what was his name? ()

Isaac *She laughs a little*, how did you know? () He said it twice while you were in here… when? ()

Don’t laugh at me, haha. () I’m sorry I called you a lonely loser. () No, no, roomy don’t say that. It isn’t your fault. ()

Okay maybe it’s a little your fault for being a shut in but-but there are plenty of cute girls here tonight, why not see if you can SOBERLY take one to your room? ()

You’re not interested in anyone out there… umm… well how about- () The… one… in here… ()

Huh? () Huh! () WHAT? () *She shushes the Listener… a lot* Stop. Talking. () I know I don’t know my ups from my downs right now, but there is no way I just heard that right. ()

No… no, no, no… y-you can’t, I’m- I’m literally an awful, awful person. () Oh, “sometimes”, the fact I’m awful to you at all is just… n-no. ()

Are you sreriously… sr-seriously… defending me right now. God damn, how much did I drink? ()

If first impressions matter so much then how in the world do you have feelings for me? The first thing I said when I saw you walk through the door was: “Oh God, they’ve put me with a mama’s boy”. ()

You just… gave off the vibe that you had no idea how to have fun. () Oh, oh I know you know how to have fun. These walls aren’t as soundproof as you think… ()

I meant- h-hey! *laughing* No, I meant that- can you shut up for two seconds? Hah… what happened to her anyway? ()

Just a one time thing… well good. () I-I-I mean because y-you deserve something- I mean someone better. ()

Exactly. Like me. {The Speaker realises what she just said} Ah-ah… umm… that was the alcohol t-talking… ()

Y-you’re right. It wasn’t. It totally, completely, inrefutavly wasn’t. () Don’t make fun of me shluring my words! ()

I do not need to dial back the booze! Don’t think that this little confessionary we’re having means you get to keep being an overbrearing ass. ()

You so are over… overbearing. () Well, you always complain when I come home late, you bitch at me for not answering my phone when I’m out… and you always give me shit for throwing these parties. ()

I… I may have considered that it was because you… because you were worried about me. But mostly I just thought you were just a piece of work- ()

{A noise outside the room distracts the Speaker and the Listener.} *Sigh* Well… I guess I shvould- should go kick everyone out-

{The Listener grabs the Speaker’s hand to stop her from leaving} W-w-w-w-what are you doing? () I-I thought y-you’d want me to get rid of them. ()

They’ll see themselves out eventually, well, if you’re sure. () {Shyly} Umm… n-no it’s nothing, just, y-you have really nice hands, is all. ()

Sh-shut up! I am not getting ideas! If anything, you are the one getting ideas! () Yeah? Tell me your oh so gweat idea then. ()

Ha, some water would be a good idea- wait what? () *She growls frustratedly* You are so oblivious- nothing, nothing!

I just said… I’d like some water… () Am I gonna let- you grabbed my hand, mister! ()

Fine, go. Finally give me some piece and quiet. () Nobody likes a smartass. ()

Since when were you such a flirt? () No! *Clears throat* no, no, no y-you- you don’t have to stop for me, haha… umm… ()

Thanks, by the way. () For… for stopping me. I know I would have wegrettred… reg-retted, doing anything with… with- () Isaac! Yes, thanks, him.

Thanks for… y’know, caring. () No more parties, I promise. At least not without asking you first. ()

Y-yeah you can go get me some water now… you’ll… you’ll stay with me after, right? ()

If only to make sure I don’t drag a stranger into my bed again… umm… what if I dragged someone who wasn’t a stranger? ()

Like y- nevermind… dumby. () Go on, before I don’t let you back in here. ()

{The Listener leaves the room.} When did you get so… hot, roomy?

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Thank you so much for reading until the end!

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Please feel free to monetize the script on any site but please credit me, and PLEASE send me a link I'd love to hear it :)

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-Description-

{This script is part 2 of an Alien Isolation inspired series, Part 1 is right here: https://www.reddit.com/r/ASMRScriptHaven/s/PzhaZ410zY }

{Feel free to improv and change any points as you see fit, this is purely for enjoyment and good vibes, I will use () to indicate where there would be a gap for the Listener to speak or a pause for pacing, the duration of the gap and if you choose to use my indication is entirely up to you. The setting that the script is intended for is the Listener has managed to evade their Yandere Alien hunter with the help of the voice on the radio, but they are closing in. Now in the mess hall, the Listener must make it to the Research Wing… but can they trust anyone?}

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{The Listener is sneaking into the large Mess Hall, the alarms in the distance still blare.}

{Radio Voice speaking} So… why does that thing want you anyway? () You don’t know… I guess we shouldn’t try to guess what that monster is thinking. ()

The Research Wing is up the west stairwell; you just need to cross the Mess Hall and- {Alien roar sounds in the distance}

It’s fine. Last we checked it was looking for you in the Engine Room. It’s just loud… really loud. ()

I saw it once, yes. () We were hiding in the Captain’s Quarters; it ripped all the command staff apart in seconds.

Our weapons didn’t even scratch it. Me and Jeremy hid under the map console and it eventually left after it couldn’t find who it was looking for. ()

Jeremy? He… he didn’t make it. It found us shortly after and we got split up… I… I found his body a couple of days ago. ()

Don’t be sorry. It isn’t your fault. () No, no. Just because it’s here for you doesn’t mean that all of these deaths were your fault. ()

Maybe if we can figure out why it wants you, maybe then we can find a way to get rid of it. ()

I know that’s a long shot but… but what other chance do we have? ()

{A human scream of anguish echoes through the station, the Radio Voice sighs and tries to ignore it}

Maybe it wants to eat you. () Sorry. I don’t- I’m not very good at this. Being helpful. ()

What makes me think it wants to eat you? Well… it talks to itself about you a lot. I hear it on the camera feeds.

It just sounds like it thinks you’re a snack or something from the way it always calls you-

{Alien speaking} MY SWEET!

{The Alien crashes through a doorway on the other side of the hall, the Listener runs and hides behind a food counter.}

Who… who have you been talking to, my sweet? () Do you want to know who I have been talking to? ()

{The Alien throws a body onto a nearby table} They were so adorable. They kept saying please, please, please, PLEASE! ()

{It crashes through tables and chairs in a fit of rage} How dare you talk to another living thing! You are mine! You talk to me! Only me! ()

{Radio Voice whispers} I’ll try to distract it. Get to the other side of the room. ()

{Alien speaking after calming down} I’ll find you. Then I’ll find your itty bitty little… friend. ()

Or! Maybe I will find them first and splay them out for you. A pretty present for my sweet, sweet human. ()

{The Alien flips a food stall over nearby} Do not think I am not growing accustomed to your metal hive’s stench.

You cannot hide behind it forever. I will find you, and you will be sorry for betraying my desire for you. ()

I would be willing to forgive you, my sweet. Your ungratefulness has hurt me more than any of those little bits of metal the other fleshy ones threw at me.

If you show yourself… {They rip a ventilation panel open and growl at it being empty} Now!

Then I will spare your friend. () Do not worry, sweet one. I always keep my promises. ()

{It stomps around waiting a few seconds for the Listener to appear} Which is why I promise that you will beg for the dark drift before I am finished with disciplining you! ()

Come out… Come out! You ungrateful parasites should be honoured to perish at my claws!

You think yourselves capable of understanding this unfathomable universe. I offer you, my sweet, everything you could ever want-

{A crash in the distance} Get out! This is our hive! Ours! {It rushes after the noise} ()

{Radio Voice speaking} Phew… that should keep them preoccupied for a while. () Oh, I just jettisoned a damaged drop pod… and… it may have ripped half the corridor off with it…

But! That means it might get dragged out into deep space if it looses it footing in the vacuum. ()

Can’t I wishfully think just a little? () Anyway, you should be in the clear for now. I just saw it cross a camera in the east corridor. Get moving. ()

Damn, I can see how mangled that door is through the camera feed… what kind of monster did we stumble upon here? ()

Ha, and Jeremy used to say I had the best sense of humour on this station. ()

Umm… yeah, I guess we were a little rushed earlier. I forgot to introduce myself. ()

Oh, um, one second. Just checking… follow the stairwell up on your left, that will take you to the Research Wing. ()

Right, right. When you get there, look for the Containment Cells. Inside one of them is a piece of alien technology we picked up on Enceladus. ()

Jeremy said it was some kind of plasma weapon. They found on the body of something that was mauled beyond recognition.

You don’t think… () If it did that to something that had the means to fight back… then what hope do we have? ()

You’re right. Thinking like that will do us no good. () Ha, almost forgot, my name is-

{A crash echoes from the radio followed by the voice screaming then falling silent.}

{Alien speaking over the radio} Ooo no, no, no. Naughty, naughty. {It laughs} Are you there, my sweet? Can you hear me on this… little box? ()

Come now… you sound so upset. Was that your little friend? () Kill me… {It laughs hysterically} you tease. ()

You say that like you don’t love me already. () Well of course you love me. You belong to me. ()

Why else would you be playing this game with me? Sending me to hunt all your skin covered siblings… such a loving gift. ()

Oh… I see. This one… {It digs it’s claws into the still alive Radio Ally; they scream in pain} this one has been filling your little human mind with poison and venom.

They tried to turn you against me! () Stop? Stop! After this insolent spec of flesh has caused such a divide between the two of us! ()

{The Radio Ally speaks through the pain} Go… find the… the weapo- {The Alien kills them} ()

{Alien Speaking still over the radio} When I find you, my sweet, and I will, we will see if those legs of yours are worth keeping. ()

Ha, you are going to kill me? () Oh you humans and your need for vengeance… and you call me a hunter. ()

If you think anything in this metal hive has the potential to harm me, then I invite you to TRY! ()

I’ll see you soon, my sweet…

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Thank you so much for reading until the end!

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Please feel free to monetize the script on any site but please credit me, and PLEASE send me a link I'd love to hear it :)

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Fill of my own script! I'm still pretty new to Voice Acting so I hope you can enjoy it!

Original script: https://www.reddit.com/r/ASMRScriptHaven/s/HYShA6mjYG

-Description-

{Feel free to improv and change any points as you see fit, this is purely for enjoyment and good vibes, I will use () to indicate where there would be a gap for the listener to speak or a pause for pacing, the duration of the gap and if you choose to use my indication is entirely up to you. The setting that the script is intended for is the Listener is a newly appointed but exceptionally talented Detective who has just brought in a notorious criminal. Only, he doesn’t seem to be the vicious murderer the evidence has suggested… and he seem to have a unique fascination with the Listener.}

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{The Listener enters the Interrogation room confidently to begin speaking with their newly captured target, who sits cuffed to the table rather smugly.} Finally… here I thought you’d forgotten all about me. ()

Hm, I choose to wave that right, sweetheart. () Well because remaining silent would spoil this beautiful chance to finally speak to you. ()

Eighteen… counts, I mean. () If we’re going to discuss me first, then we need to make sure you have all the correct facts. ()

By all means then, if you want to charge me for sixteen counts of murder then go ahead… but you’ll be selling me short. ()

Glad we could clear that up. Now how about you? How many people have you killed? ()

Why not, if we just talk about me then how will we ever get to know each other. ()

Somehow I don’t believe that. () Because if you had no interest in getting to know me then you wouldn’t have tried so, so hard to put me in this room.

That kind of… obsession… I like that… I like that a lot. () Of course, of course. Just like what I do is my job too. Glad to see we have so much in common already. ()

Are we not? () You look for people to put in a box. I also look for people to put in a box. Haha. ()

That face… I could just eat you up. () Call it a look of disgust if you want. I call it delicious. ()

{The Listener tries to leave} … Wait… () You want me to take this seriously? Fine. I’ll talk… if you agree that this won’t be a one-sided conversation. ()

I will tell you what you want to know and more, it’s the least I can do for such a delectable pursuer. ()

{The Listener sits back down} I see… coming out the gates full force are we? () And I will answer, I just can’t help getting sidetracked staring at all of… you. ()

Hm, I admitted to killing them because you don’t have the evidence you need to convict me without an admission of guilt. ()

Haha, oh you are so cute… but we both know you don’t have evidence of anything in your oh so precious file there. ()

How do I know? Well it’s obvious. To me at least. After all I know you so well already. ()

If you want me to explain how I know… then say please. () Well it was worth a shot… ()

Fine. I know that folder is empty because the file has today’s date stamped on the bottom, because it was hastily thrown together today.

Why? Because you have lots of evidence of the crimes committed but none that tie them to me, which is why you rushed a fake file. ()

True, you could have just stamped it today as a fresh file, but then why were you in such a rush? ()

I know you were in a rush because of three things. First, you came to work today with your hair tied up. You came to every crime scene with it down and straightened.

You didn’t today because you burned your finger on the straighteners, as evidenced by that wrapping, all because you were panicking at the thought of bringing me in without concrete evidence.

Sure you could have just burned your finger on accident, but why wouldn’t you continue to straighten your beautiful hair? Unless you knew your hands were too shaky from the stress… ()

But you weren’t late for work, were you? That’s the second reason I know. ()

Because I can smell the coconut on your breath from the Frappe you got this morning, the same one you get every morning…

I do wonder if your lips taste as good as that smell… ()

Ah yes, the third reason… you see, I know how devoted you are to this absurd cause of justice. It borders on the same obsession that you have for me…

You’re careful, calculated, always punctual and well presented. So why would a perfectionist like you- {The Speaker leans across the table} forget to wear her bra? ()

{The Listener staggers back off the table} Haha, it all stands to reason that you were too panicked to prepare yourself but you still had enough time to get your caffeine boost so you wouldn’t notice the nerves that ruined your morning. ()

This is about so much more than me being clever and knowing so much about you. Much as I find you irresistibly tantalising… you have come to… conflict with my work life. ()

Yes, I let the cops take me in without resistance so I could talk to you. I’m glad you figured that out before I had to leave you more breadcrumbs. ()

Tell me. () Tell me… how you managed to track me down. () I know that we both know, I just want to hear you explain. Let me drink up that sexy mind of yours… ()

My boots yes… () Did you like that? Wearing different shoes every time must have made footprint analysis so annoying for you… () I did use the same pair of boots the last two times, didn’t I? ()

The same boots I’m wearing now… hm, nice touch, don’t you think? () Tracking their unique print pattern to the distillery I stole them from is how I would do it… continue. ()

Cameras showed a masked thief stealing them who’s height, hair, and estimated weight perfectly matched me. Me, who you conveniently found wearing those very boots… ()

Bravo, my darling. You certainly excel at dirty talk in the same way you do all things. ()

“It wasn’t exactly hard” for you. That being said, maybe I was too obvious making sure I got caught on camera. But I had to be sure you would find me. ()

What’s- ha, what isn’t special about you? You’re perfect. You have the brains of one of us. Someone so deviously clever… but you have the heart of a civilian. ()

I mean… that you panic. You take risks, and you don’t allow for the possibility that maybe you’re facing someone you just can’t outwit.

I won’t hold that against you, beautiful. It’s been a long, long time since I had anything close to competition.

But you bring that in both the brains and looks department. ()

Does it bring me… haha… it brings me insurmountable pleasure to sit here complimenting you. ()

Win me any points? Sweetheart I’m already all you can think about right now, or did you not notice that you sat back down? ()

Yes… your job. I’ll believe you, if that’s what you want. () Baby I would do anything you wanted me to. ()

I’ve already said I’d answer your questions. Is that all my pretty genius wants from me? ()

Then ask away… ()

I do what I do because it’s my job, but you knew that already. () Come on… you’re much too clever to pretend to be stupid. ()

{The Speaker becomes unexpectedly aggravated} Don’t! Act like you are one of those idiots out there! You are not. You are better than them! We are better than them! ()

{The Speaker calms down} No, no, no. This isn’t just some power fantasy. You know what it’s like to be smarter than everyone else in the same way I do.

It’s a lonely thing, being brilliant. Being talented. Even other women in my profession are cold and distant. They take others to bed for the hell of it. Shouldn’t it mean something?

Are we so enraptured with our superiority that without knowing it, we build the wall between us and love? ()

Insane? Well, I suppose we have to be to be in our line of work. ()

Why should I stop saying “we” and “our”. How is me eliminating threats any different from you locking them up for life? ()

Finally! You ask the question you’ve been wanting to since you walked in. I’m not surprised you haven’t figured that part out. We hide our tracks well. Well enough that even your gorgeous eyes can’t find them… ()

Criminal empire? HAHA! No, no. We are what kingpins check for under their beds at night. We spill more blood than the average caffeine addict spills their coffee and we make it look like art. ()

For the right amount of extortion yes, we can be guns for hire, but it’s rare anyone can afford us.

What about you? How many times have you had to kill someone? ()

I say you have. It’s painfully obvious to me at least. ()

Remember last week when you had to shoot that getaway driver? Spectacular shot by the way. I noticed how you aimed your gun- ()

I was there, yes. I’ve been keeping my eye on you for a long time, my pretty genius. ()

As I was saying. The way you held your gun was disciplined, one could even be convinced ex-military, but you stayed loose. Not tensed up with readiness.

You have the trigger discipline of an experienced shooter, but not the mental discipline of a soldier. You’re stance was more… personal. Self-taught.

The way you squinted to focus, god that look got me going even from the café across the street. Then the way you arched your back to track the car better… if that didn’t give me so many filthy ideas… ()

The point is that you’re a self-taught shooter who is disliked by their peers and has an adversity to men. There could easily be a few reasons for that, but I’m confident I have your story figured out. ()

Well it’s obvious you aren’t completely comfortable around men. You favour your dominant side, hence why you always walk with men on that side.

Whenever you’re out with your… {The Speaker tries to hide their disgust} your female friends… you don’t mind them walking on your other side, but never men.

That way you can elbow their gut and draw your weapon with your other arm. I’m assuming that means you’ve had some… unpleasant encounters with… an ex, perhaps? ()

You learned to shoot to defend yourself from him… {The Speaker suddenly gets angry again} if I had my way I would pull his heart out with my bare hands so he knew how someone who should love you should really act! ()

{The Speaker calms} Whether it’s my business or not, darling, I know now. He’s the reason why you’re always a little on edge around men, which is likely why this predominantly male police force aren’t your biggest fans either.

Got a little feisty temper on you, I bet… ()

Why else would you be interrogating me alone? Or were you just as eager to get your hands on me as I am to get mine all over you? ()

Did I ever consider that I scared them all off? Oh baby, don’t flirt with me like that, you’ve just met me… haha… ()

That could be true I guess. Though, as repulsively inane as the rest of your colleagues are, they aren’t easily intimidated. ()

The matter at hand? When did we leave the matter at hand? () Haven’t you figured it out yet? I’m telling you everything you want to know. ()

Fuck the protocol questions. I only care about what you need to know so that you’ll let me out of these cuffs. ()

Never say never, darling. () You’re going to let me out of these cuffs so that I can help you stop this city from tearing itself apart. In fact, you’ll come to me begging… and god if that wont push me over the edge… ()

You’re a clever girl; you know the targets I took out weren’t random. Crime bosses, traffickers, corrupt businessmen, whistleblowers… () Hm, has anyone ever told you that you look so delectable when you’re being smart? ()

I did just answer your question. Think about it, my pretty genius. ()

That look in your eyes, I’d break out these cuffs and have you here and now if it wouldn’t put us both in a terrible position… well, in the departmental sense. ()

I do in fact mean to tell you that a war is about to break out. Every crime family in this city is about to rain down on each other. In fact, I give it another two minutes before we get a knock on that door… ()

You can have my proof when you uncuff me, darling. Unless you’d rather spend these two minutes enjoying me while I’m cuffed? Wouldn’t that be so, so-

{Heavy knocks on the door} So… goddamn annoying.

{Shouts at the door} We’re busy falling in love in here, can’t you wait another minute! ()

What’s wrong with me is that we were just getting to the good part. Maybe we could’ve even taste tested the best part if we had another minute!

{The door bursts open and someone walks into the room} *Heavy sigh* Tell her then. ()

{After the situation is explained, the Speaker sees that the Listener is considering letting them go} Like I said… this is the part where you beg for my help. ()

By all means, go out there and try to stop the bullets and bombs yourself, if you think you can… ()

Will I agree to return to custody after I help you… hmm… sure. But I get the feeling you’ll want to keep me all to yourself after all this is over.

Do you think you can agree to put me back in here after you get a taste for life on the other side? ()

Then we have a deal, feel free to uncuff me whenever you’ve finished enjoying the sight of me at your mercy… ()

{The Listener uncuffs the Speaker} That’s my girl.

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{This Script is Part 2 of an Armoured Core 6 AU series; Part 1 is right here: https://www.reddit.com/r/ASMRScriptHaven/s/cFQTz1p4TK }

{Context: An AC, short for Armoured Core, is a human piloted mech averaging between 10-20 metres tall.}

{Feel free to improv and change any points as you see fit, this is purely for enjoyment and good vibes, I will use () to indicate where there would be a gap for the listener to speak or a pause for pacing, the duration of the gap and if you choose to use my indication is entirely up to you. The setting that the script is intended for is the Listener agreed to finally act on an invitation he offered his AC Mechanic. On this “date”, the two of them find that their feelings for each other run deeper than their love for their AC.}

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{Date night. The Speaker notices the Listener in the communal plaza near the Spacecruiser’s restaurant} Well, well, WELL! You clean up quite nicely, dontcha’. ()

Why thank you. Beneath all the grease and gunk and tools, there is lovely collection of curves I carry around. () Oh how I could watch you gawking for hours… but! We have a reservation. Walk with me. ()

{She pleasantly hums to herself while walking} of course I’m in a good mood. I’m wearing this gorgeous dress, rocking heels made for a queen, and I have one of the top rated Pilots glued to my side. ()

*Playfully insulted gasp* {She lightly elbows the speaker} What do you mean “so you only like me for my piloting skills”! ()

Well, it wasn’t a funny joke. () I wouldn’t just pick anyone to see all of this! ()

I’m wasted as a Mechanic. I’d be better suited to modelling. ()

You agree, good. It’s good to know you clean up well and your brain isn’t fried by your augmentations ()

You Fourth Gen’s are so feisty, no wonder you always break my- our baby. ()

Oh, they’re doing great. I snatched some dirt cheap Dafeng arms that were ready to be delivered on order. Our boy is in tip top shape ready for planetfall. ()

*Gasp* I am not a cheapskate! They were cheap because I told the seller we were going out of delivery range, so he gave me a discount on the delivery cost. ()

Apology NOT accepted! You can add an extra glass of wine to our tab for that one.

()

{They reach the restaurant, and The Speaker smells the air outside the bustling building} Mmm! Gosh, when was the last time you smelled roast meat? ()

Hell yes I can tell that it’s roast meat. I’m not just good with my hands y’know, I have the nose of a bloodhound too. ()

Shall we? () {They enter and are seated} You booked us a table with a window view! How much do they pay you guys? ()

“I’m not at liberty to disclose that information” blah blah blah! Haha. You know, one day your corporate loyalties will bite you in the ass. ()

We may work for them sweetheart, but they need us a whole lot more than we need them. Balam would swoop us up in an instant if they heard a top Mechanic and a Pilot with your Arena rank were up for grabs. ()

Don’t sell yourself short. Between independent mercenaries, Branch, and all those exceptional Pilots we’ve been getting reports on who are already on Rubicon. You’re well above average just being in the top fifty. ()

Why shouldn’t we be talking about this openly? This is our night out, loosen up, and raise your glass with me to our continued success as partners-

{The Listener chokes a little on their drink} Woah hey are you okay? ()

Jeez, is that the first sip of wine you’ve had in… like forever? () No… then what was that about? ()

{She bursts out laughing} wait, wait… {she continues laughing} I can’t, I’m sorry… you… ()

No, no, no, it’s fine. It’s- it’s cute {she holds in another laugh} I just… phew… I just didn’t think that your brain would go straight to that kind of partner. ()

I’m not saying it’s ridiculous. Don’t pout. I’m just surprised is all. () Well, because you’ve never shown any interest in anyone… ever… ()

That is so true! Remember when that Gen Eight hottie kept trying to talk to you, Maeter… something or other? And you kept telling her that you had a debrief to get to. ()

She didn’t like you? How could you know that? () *Whispers* She has the hots for the leader of the Vespers! ()

*Speaking normally* Oh, I know he’s not the real leader of the Vespers. But between you and me, I’ve talked to the mechanics that were assigned to Freud and he sent them all away, apparently all he cares about is making the perfect AC. ()

I’m sayiiiiing that while Freud is V1 because of his combat ability, it’s that combat ability only that makes him V1. ()

Didn’t I tell you to loosen up? Relax. Besides what else are we gonna talk about if not work… it’s not like we have much else in common… ()

Yeah, like what? () *Mockingly* Aww, does the poor baby AC Pilot want to be a model too? ()

I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Gosh you’re so easy to tease. () Of course it’s just teasing, babes. Don’t tell me that after everything we’ve been through that you actually think I dislike you? ()

If you know I’m not that horrible, then why do you look so hurt? () What’s gotten into me is a glass of wine and a wish to know what took you so long to follow up on this promise of a date… ()

Oh come on! That’s exactly what this is. Do you think I’d come out wearing something this intentionally skimpy for anyone?

Or you, coming out wearing that… and looking so damn good. () I said you look good, okay… ()

Please… spare me. You dressed up for this the same way I did because you thought this was a date as well. ()

And why wouldn’t I have an interest in you? You’re smart despite how I might tease you, and you’re capable, and kind, and funny, and cute- I umm, I mean you’re pretty cool… is all. ()

Ha, please sweetheart, pretty cool is not my best compliment. () Well I could’ve called you gorgeous, or hot, or irresistible, there were plenty of options I wanted- chose not to say. ()

Am I dru- No! You think a glass of wine is enough to knock me off my game? ()

I-I mean I… shut up- would you just- () *Shouts* It’s because I like you, okay! ()

{She notices the whole room went quiet} S-sorry… sorry everyone, ha… {The room return to their conversations}

Don’t… don’t look at me like that… () Oh no, is that an exec from Schneider sat over there? ()

{She holds her face in her palms} No, no… I made such a scene. () Who cares? I care! () I don’t know when or if we’ll get another chance to have an evening like this… ()

Go somewhere… but what about our reservation? () Ha, yeah, on your salary I’m sure you can pay any cost they penalise you with. ()

Yeah, screw this place, let’s go.

()

{Outside in the quieter plaza} Wow, would you look at that? () That’s Rubicon. If you look past all that Closure System garbage the PCA have set up. ()

It is isn’t it, beautiful, I mean. () You weren’t… talking about… () S-stop looking at me like that you… ()

Only you could make standing under this giant dome, staring at our possible death, and make me blush. ()

Do you believe me now when I say that… that I like you? () I must seem so stupid to you. ()

I don’t… well I appreciate you saying it. Not that you’re one to talk anyway. () I mean *sigh* I mean do you really think that I get so up in my ass about you banging up that stupid AC? ()

Yes I love it like a son… but don’t you get it? I can replace that big hunk of metal… I can’t replace you. () I know I said that before, but this time I’m not saying it so you’ll be more careful.

I’m saying it because I need you. Shit, I need you so damn badly. I don’t know if I could ever look at another AC part if anything happened to you…

There, I said it, okay. Th-that’s what  I’ve been wanting to say ever since I made you promise to buy me drink last year. ()

You.. you feel… y-you aren’t messing with me now right? So help me I will drop a Tetrapod on you if you’re joking around agai- ()

*Sigh of relief* thank god… I… I want to be with you too. More than just partners in crime but… partners in… love. ()

This is usually the part where we would kiss. () {The Listener pulls her in close} ha, well no, not just kiss… but the night is still very, very, young-

{An alarm begins to blare}

Wh-what- oh! Oh fu- that’s the assault alarm. We need to go! () What do you mean no? We need to get you launched- {The Listener kisses the Speaker}

*Flustered* w-wha- wait… huh? What are- () Hey! Wait! () You can’t just run off like that after kissing me! () Hey!

{She catches up with the Listener} Yeah I can run in heels, or did you forget your girlfriend is someone not to be messed with. ()

Yeah, your girlfriend. Now that we’ve established that… {The Speaker pulls the Listener back in for a kiss on her terms} lets go do our jobs. ()

And before I forget, since I may not get the chance to say this again… I love you.

-End-

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Feel free to improv and change any points as you see fit, this is purely for enjoyment and good vibes, I will use () to indicate where there would be a gap for the listener to speak or a pause for pacing, the duration of the gap and if you choose to use my indication is entirely up to you.

The setting that the script is intended for is the Listener has summoned a succubus they have been making friends with (or as the tsundere would put it, bothering her) for a few weeks. What for? Well to thank her of course.

Script:

{Magic shimmers about the air and her delicate, soothing humming fills the room. Followed by her gorgeous figure bearing bat-like wings, a pointed tail, and twisting horns upon her brow.}

{Her voice begins stern and bordering on intimidating}

Mortal! For what reason have you summoned…

{she realizes who the Listener is and her voice becomes natural}

Really… again? Come on, this is the fourth time this week. Where do you even get all your sacrificial lambs? ()

It does so matter. I don’t want to be getting all cozy with some horror movie serial killer cooped up in a dark cabin that smells like… like...

{She becomes enticed by the scent she had just noticed}

Is that a Festival Blossom Original Yankee Candle? () I’m a creature of taste and… and… wait why am I here exactly? I thought I said last time that this is a strictly business relationship. Why didn’t you summon me in the bedroom?

()

What! () {She becomes flustered by the statement the listener makes} N-no… no ha… ha be… be friends. Umm why… wha… oh Dark Lord give me the strength to endure this dumby. ()

Huh? () I am not blushing. Y-you’re just… seeing things because… because of the spell, yeah. () Why don’t I want to be your friend? Are you out of your mortal mind? () I… okay.

{She takes a deep breath to calm herself}

See these? Horns, you’ve held them… damn have you held them… umm uh plenty of times so you know I’m not human. Plus the wings and the tail and… ()

Okay I get it you’ve held them all just… listen! I just want to do what you summoned me to do and go back to my cosy, warm inferno. So where do you want to… () D-dinner… dinner! () Hold on. () wait wait.

{She shushes the listener excessively}

You summoned an embodiment of lust itself to… to have a Sunday roast with! ()

I am not thin. () I don’t care if you said curvaceous. ()

Stop saying I’m blushing, it’s all this candlelight it makes me look… () G-gorgeous… I… ()

Shut up, no more of this flattery, I know what you’re trying to do. Being all nice and handsome and cu… {She catches herself before she calls the listener cute} and nice… I’ve seen better attempts at getting me to undress from souls in the Underworld.

{She proudly huffs, a Tsundere hmph if you will}

Wh-what do you mean its not foreplay? () Surely you don’t want to actually have dinner with m… ()

You do… aww that’s so… uh umm I mean; well I suppose it is my job to fulfil your desire.

{She groans to herself for a moment}

Fine, I will, have dinner with you… now please put some lights on.

()

{She smells the air and moans delightedly at the scent of roasting meats}

Mhm beef, pork, liver, and… and is that Black Pudding? () How did you know that meat is my favourite? ()

Wh-what’s with the look? () Oh yes please, but not wine, we can’t drink that. ()

There are rules you know to being a damn fine piece of demon booty *Swap for “ass” if comfortable* like me. Rules I’m not supposed to break… ()

Sometimes I bend the rules a little yeah, but… but I’m always a good girl as far as my boss is concerned. ()

When have I bent the rules? Umm… I shouldn’t really talk about things I maybe shouldn’t have done. ()

C-cute! I am not cute when I’m… and I’m not blushing! () Please, please, please tell me the food is nearly ready so you can put something in your mouth and stop talking. ()

I do want to eat… believe me I wanna eat… () Enough of those looks, you can’t blame a Succubus for being a little… hungry. ()

Fine, then I just won’t look at you. I’ll keep my eyes shut until you put something tasty in my mouth.

{She gasps in shock and quickly tries to act off the tingly pleasure she feels as the Listener strokes her wings}

Wh-what are you… hmm I told you the last time you summoned me that touching my wings is only for my {Listener hits a sweet spot} SPECIAL! …S-s-special clients… ()

{She gives in a little to the sensation}

Yeah that feels really… really good… () My eyes slipped open okay don’t be a meanie. ()

I… I do love it when you stroke my wings. Just don’t get used to it. I’m only letting you because I’m contractually obligated to. () N-no, not because I like you. ()

{She makes a sound that tells the Listener she is pouting even though they cannot see it}

Dinner… of all the things you’ve summoned me for… () I didn’t complain about the other things. What’s your point? ()

My boss would make me stand in sunlight for a week if I denied any summoner’s request that was within my power. Especially if they paid a reasonable price. ()

Oh don’t worry, you have most certainly satisfied my price tag every. Single. Time… Hehe…

{The oven pings signaling that dinner is ready}

Yay! That’s enough of me for now. I want to eat. () Excuse me? () I! Why I never… () It’s different saying it when we’re… ()

{She growls to herself in reluctance but sweetly obliges his direction to ask politely, from her however, it sounds a little needy}

Please can I have my dinner? () Absolutely not! () I know I’ve called you it before. ()

Remember what I said about rules? Well technically I’m not supposed to call anyone that except the Father of Demons himself… ()

F-fine. On one condition. If the food is as… amazing as it smells… I’ll… I’ll maybe say it later… Now please can I have my dinner. () Thank you.

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{Feel free to improv and change any points as you see fit, this is purely for enjoyment and good vibes, I will use () to indicate where there would be a gap for the listener to speak or a pause for pacing, the duration of the gap and if you choose to use my indication is entirely up to you. The setting that the script is intended for is the Listener has run away from home due to a sense of hopelessness and a lack of self-worth. Lost, alone, and spiraling, they are found by the only one who could help them. Their guardian angel. Their love.}

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{Deep in the woods where naught but crickets and haunting winds surround the Listener, they hear the flapping of great wings.}

{Exhausted} Stop! Please stop! () Please. I have been searching for… for so long. When I went to your home and you were gone… and your mother was crying, I- ()

W-wait! () Why are you running from me? M-y love, please! () Wh… h-how can you? ()

S-stop… () STOP! {Every sound silences at her emotional outburst}

I-I am so sorry. I did not mean to frighten you. I am just… I am just so worried. () It is true. How could you think that after everything we have been through that… that I would not halt time itself just to see you? ()

When have I ever given you reason to question my dedication? My… my love for you. () If not that then… then why do you run from me? ()

It eases my heart that I am not the reason for your recklessness. Yet I must ask again, why do you run from me? () I… I see. I-if I may, my love, I do not think that being alone at this time is what is best for you. ()

You are right… I would not presume to know what is best for you. I may be your Guardian, but the power blessed upon me does not give me the right to be your master. ()

Talk to me. Please. () It is that simple. Words are simple. Do not think about them, just speak. ()

If you wish for me to leave then I shall. I will not cause you more pain if you truly feel that I am adding to it. () Just… please do not do anything that you would regret.

Your parents are… () N-no I-I did not. () I swear I said nothing to them. I swear it on the halo upon my head. ()

I do not need to be an angel to know that they are scared for your safety. ()

Their fault? How, my love, wh-wh-why? What did they do? () Nothing… I do not understand. ()

Because I am an angel… {Her moment of despair causes her time stopping ability to cease, the rain pours again.} I… I know you did not mean that. You are hurting. I feel it as you do. () As your guardian angel, I feel everything you do. ()

You thought I was just being romantic, haha, my love I am incapable of lying. When I speak, it is always truthful and without sarcasm or double meaning. ()

On the contrary, I adore your human propensity for wordplay. It makes you so… so… () yes, human. ()

Why… would that be the problem? () My love… being human is not a mistake. You are beautiful and creative and capable of extraordinary things.

You alone have achieved such phenomenal things. By simply existing you have granted this angel, a being created to carry out a single purpose, a chance at becoming something more. ()

Of course, there have been others. We are divine entities after all. Our very existence invites attraction. () It is a… delicate situation. We are permitted to fall in love… it is often preordained. ()

What? No. No! Our love was not a- () No! S-stop! STOP! {Lightning strikes} () Listen to me. Our love was not planned, orchestrated, or the work of my father. It is real, and pure, and ours. ()

Why does this bother you so? You could have asked me about the nature of our union countless times before. Is this truly what is causing your sadness and anger? ()

Then what else? () I am asking because I care. () Then forget what I am. These wings, this halo, these eyes. All of it. Right now I am the one who loves you most. Not your guardian. ()

Sit, please. () Because you are going to get sick from this downpour. () {She uses her wing to shield the Listener and herself} Well. Talk to me. ()

{The speaker does not speak properly for some time. Only affirming with hums every so often}

I understand. I will not pretend to be able to relate, but I understand. () I am an angel, my love. We cannot empathise, but we can sympathize.

I am sorry that it came to this. That you feel like you have nothing and nowhere to go. I am sorry that I failed to be your safety and comfort. – ()

Let me finish please. () Thank you, my love.

I failed to keep you safe once, then again, and again, and again… and every time you forgave me…

Even after I fell for you I… I couldn’t stop protecting you- ()

Yes, I fell for you. Not just in love. () I mean that… in exchange for being granted the free will to love you… I gave up my home in Heaven. ()

No, no. I am still an angel. I just- I just can never return home now. B-But do not worry, please my love. ()

Of course I miss it… but I would miss you more. () No, I still receive regular updates from my superiors on anything related to the affairs of heaven. ()

It was a sacrifice worth making. You are worth it to me. ()

{A little later, the Listener and Speaker are walking back through the woods. Her wing still shelters them from the downpour.}

Thank you for agreeing to come back with me. () I know, and I will keep thanking you. ()

You… you still sound sad, my love… ()

Consequences? Of my falling?  Umm… please do not worry about that. ()

My halo has not dimmed a lot in the last few months… only a little… () {Shouting} Enough of these- ()

I… I apologise. () Wh-what? I have not been having mood swings. ()

When? When have I had these *mood swings?* () Are you saying… are you saying that you are scared of me? Do- do I frighten you, my love? ()

I worry you… () I love you. So, so much. More than I would have ever thought possible. Please believe me when I say I will never let harm come to you. Not even harm caused by a decision I made. ()

I am saying that… that one day I will not be entirely as I am now. ()

At this moment I am still your guardian angel, but as all fallen angels do I will eventually lose my Grace. ()

What then?... Then I… ()

{Sternly} Do not say that word. () I will never become one of… {scoffs} them. ()

You… you would still. () You would still love me if I was a de- () If I was anything…

{The Speaker tries not to cry tears of joy} I love you. I love you more than being an angel, more than these wings and this dimming halo.

I love you more than creation and destruction. More than anything and everything. ()

When we get home, Let us end this farce with your parents. Then, we can talk about anything and everything for as long as you want.

Even if it is about my- our future. () No matter what I become. I will always be yours.

And you will always be mine… mine… mine, mine, mine- ()

Huh? () Me? I am fine. () Why do you ask? () I… said nothing. ()

I do love your imagination, my love. {Sighs in relief} Everything will be fine. *We* will be fine.

**-End-**

Thank you so much for reading until the end!

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-Description-

{Feel free to improv and change any points as you see fit, this is purely for enjoyment and good vibes, I will use () to indicate where there would be a gap for the listener to speak or a pause for pacing, the duration of the gap and if you choose to use my indication is entirely up to you. The setting that the script is intended for is the Listener awakens after being struck unexpectedly by an unseen assailant. Chained and confused in a dark room, their only cling to life is the bellowing blizzard beyond the stone walls... then, they hear footsteps approaching....}

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{The Listener wakes up in the depths of a dark castle-like structure. Shackled to a table surrounded by candles}

{Steps approach} Aww… what’s wrong sweet one? Are your accommodations… lacking? {Laughs} ()

Perhaps it is your restraints. I was never much a fan of chains myself. I much prefer… leather {Suggestive laugh} ()

Let you go. Well if you ins- if you insis- () I do apologise, your kind do have such a wonderful sense of humour. ()

Surely you were joking. Please do not tell me that I stole away one of those… w-what do humans call them these days? ()

You know. The unintelligent ones of your species. () Idiots! Yes, yes. Thank you.

You aren’t one of those right? () Thank the heavens, I was afraid I had wasted a perfectly good evening. ()

More questions! Goodness, I miss the days when meals just screamed and cried for help. When did you all become so… inquisitive? ()

Meals. Well yes, what else do you propose I eat? Surely you aren’t suggesting that I feed upon the local wildlife? ()

Ha, and be seen as a lesser vampire by my cohorts. Outrageous. I-it is simply out of the question. ()

No, no, you prattling little thing, I am not going to “just eat you”. How barbaric do you think I am? ()

I kidnapped you from the woodland path… I chained you to a table surrounded by candles… in the dungeon of a medieval castle… ()

Ahem. First of all: I did not kidnap you; I made sure you were not a kid before I struck you unconscious.

Second, the candles are for the smell. There are more corpses behind these walls then there are rats beneath the stone.

Third!… m-my castle is not medieval… i-it was built in the late 1700’s, its practically fresh off the press. ()

I can assure you that this is in fact very much so happening. I am no happier about it than you are darling. ()

{The Speaker sits in a rickety chair} Well because… I am an individual of little appetite. When I was still human I was never one for banquets or gorging on anything beyond a grapevine. ()

The problem darling is that… y-you’re an entire human. There is a lot of blood inside you and I just wish I didn’t have to drink all of it in one night. ()

Must you continue to rattle those chains? I am sharing some deep personal feelings here and you are not being a very supportive meal. ()

No, no I don’t think I want to tell you more now. Clearly you have more important things on your mind. ()

You have no idea what it is like. I was practically a vegetarian before I was a vampire… now I’m stuck plucking albeit rather attractive humans off the streets like… ()

Yes, like grapes off a vine… () You simply could not imagine the stress it causes me. ()

Indeed, it is a harrowing endeavour. It takes an immense amount of planning to capture even one of you.

Don’t even get me started on picking the right blood type either. () Blood type, yeeeesss… ()

You see, blood types to a vampire is what flavours are to a human. You had that odd dark liquid in your bag yes the… coca cola?

To you it is distinct from water or the juice of the orange, so on and so on.

That is how blood types work for us. One is much like water; another provides more of a boost to our stamina… yours in particular leaves one of my kind rather… intoxicated. ()

{Comedically stale} I’m a vampire darling, of course I have a drinking problem. ()

See there you go again picking faults. First it was how I captured you, then your table, seasoned walnut might I add. Then the upkeep of my home. Now my eating habits… ()

Oh, oh no, please do continue. This night wasn’t dreary enough without you already being poor company. ()

How am I the bad guy here? I have yet to lay a finger on you. ()

Struck your hea- don’t change the subject! ()

I di- () no I did no- () would you please jus- () {The Speaker uses compulsion} SILENCE! ()

{Whiny sigh} well done. Are you happy now? You forced my hand and I had to forcefully compel you.

Your were already going to leave a sour taste in my mouth but now my appetite is thoroughly ruined. ()

Don’t give me that look. How am I supposed to drain you dry now when I know you are not happy about this arrangement? ()

Fine! Fine, if you must speak then do so but I will not have anything said about my home, table, meal prep, or choice of clothing. ()

Yes, clothing. Just because I am centuries old that does not mean I must dress like I belong in a mausoleum. ()

Stop looking at my crocs, I know you want to say something. Keep it to yourself. ()

Why don’t I just not drink all of your blood? Well because then I would have to leave you down here for God knows how long until I get hungry again… ()

The alternative is letting you either roam my home until I need to feed again… o-or I let you leave after I have had my fill which is absolutely out of the question. ()

The Scarlet Court would drape me from the walls of their fortress until the sun flayed my soul from my body were I to create an exposure risk such as a runaway meal. ()

Then just let you… surely you are joking… right? ()

I live in a dingy- incredibly clean and well kept castle, amidst frost ridden peaks and ceaseless blizzards… and you actually would prefer to roam the grounds as a snack than just have it over and done with here and now? ()

No, not at all, I am not opposed to the idea. On the contrary, some company other than the maids would be welcome. ()

The maids? Pay them no mind. They are lesser vampire sworn to my service after a few ritual burnings and blood debts, nothing very interesting.

Though I will say if they look at you and drool you would be smart to return to whatever room I have them set up for you. ()

To be clear, I will be feeding from you whenever I please, and any attempts to leave the grounds will… well… I would have to send the maids to retrieve you.

And I highly doubt they would return you in fewer than five pieces. ()

Once you agree to this, there is no forfeiting yourself. This will be your home, forever. ()

Very well. I must say, I do appreciate your willingness to accommodate my needs. I get the feeling we will be spending a lot of time together. ()

Now, however, I’m afraid I am starved. () Pulling away will only make this more difficult darling. Do us both a favour-

{Gets close} and accept that you belong to me now.

{Bite}

-End-

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-Description-

{Feel free to improv and change any points as you see fit, this is purely for enjoyment and good vibes, I will use () to indicate where there would be a gap for the listener to speak or a pause for pacing, the duration of the gap and if you choose to use my indication is entirely up to you. The setting that the script is intended for is the Listener returns from their final mission in orbit before their squadron is sent to a new frontier. Their rather opinionated and incredibly intelligent mechanic however needs to chew their ear off about a few things before the trip begins.}

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{In the hangar bay, the Listener exits their mech to the sound of steaming vents, wrenches cranking, and tools of all kind being used on other Mechs}

{The speaker barges through passerby groups, clipboard in hand, ready to smack the Listener on the back with it} Are! You! Kidding! Me! ()

What do you mean what do I mean? If you aren’t going to ask me if your current loadout is acceptable then at least ask someone! ()

No. Dummy. That was a test, and you failed. Like I would let anyone skim their eyes over my baby’s schematics. ()

Not our baby! If you cared about him too you wouldn’t have roughed him up like this. () His ARM is MISSING! ()

That is not just a flesh wound! Where is the arm? () Great. Guess I’ll spend the next two hours ordering a full arm to be delivered to the ship. Hopefully it can get here before we Warp. ()

Oh, oh this should be good. Please do tell me in great detail why it is not your fault that you let my sons arm get blown off.

()

{Sarcastic} You know that makes total sense now, I’m sorry I doubted a seasoned pilot like you. () No not really!

I ready installed you with an 033M Verrill. You could have seen my bra strap from the upper atmosphere with optical sensors like that!

And you have the audacity to use that as your excuse for why you couldn’t see that your rogue target was packing a Sweet Sixteen spreader. Shotguns like that are hardly subtle, babes. ()

Can I fix it or not? Ha, good one. () Yes, jackass, of course I can, but I am not doing anything yet until I get a full diagnostic. ()

I can spend the time in Warpspace fixing up the smaller components. () {Sarcastic} Aww, how sweet of you to worry about me having a break.

Where was that concern while you were expending ALL of your Ludlow’s ammunition? Those rounds aren’t cheap you know. ()

It doesn’t matter if the company will pay for it. Who do you think has to fill in the paperwork? ()

If the target was a squirmy one then why not chase it down and pin it with direct melee? Your boost speed is clocking in just short of seven hundred, our boy is one of the fastest in the fleet. ()

What do you mean EN Consumption… {She checks her Datapad (a fancy Tablet)} NINE HUNDRED AND FORTY SIX! ()

Nope, no, no, no. I know you pilots are borderline insane but that is just- {She growls to herself} ()

That’s it, you are coming with me. () No “but’s”. If I am ever going to get MY son back to peak performance then I need you with me to explain all the dumbass alterations you made while I wasn’t here. ()

{She activates a small transportation platform and the Listener and Speaker begin circling up and down the entirety of the Mech, assessing damages.}

{Whiny} Aww the external joint plating is dented. () That radiation stabiliser needs to be replaced. () Yes even because of a small dent like that. ()

Your core frame needs those two floodlights swapping- Hey are you paying attention?! () I can probably salvage the shaft off the Iridium Grenade Launcher… if we’re lucky. ()

At least your arms load is still within reasonable margins… () A-arm load? What do you- Is that supposed to be funny?! () {Under breath} You better be sorry… ()

What happened to the JVLN Beta? () Well because half of the missile capsules are missing! ()

The target grabbed it… hold on. {She attempts to contain her complaining groan} You’re telling me that the target not only managed to lock onto you, but it put its hands on your missile launcher… and you didn’t think to, oh I don’t know, launch the missiles!? ()

{She manually raises the platform at an uncomfortable speed to the top of the Mech} See that? () That is a CS-5000 Main Dish Core. Highest anti-explosive resistance on the market right now.

When I heard you were dropping into an orbital warzone, I had the chasse swapped off your usual Nachtreiher. ()

{Mockingly} Yeeeesss… that does mean you could have safely detonated your missiles at close range. Aren’t you a clever pup. ()

Shut up. I’m nearly done, just need to check the legs. () It would be quicker if you listened to me for once and swapped off these pain in the ass quadruped legs.

You realise that’s why your EN Load is so high, right? () You could have just as much aerial advantage with the Basho legs I’ve been asking you to use for the last eight months. ()

Is that… {Deceptively sweet} Hey buddy, is that a foot I see missing on the four o’clock leg? () {She smacks the Listener with the board again} You’re swapping the legs, end of discussion.

()

For what it’s worth, I would accept your apology if you didn’t keep using such risky tactics. ()

That’s easy for you to say. Parts can be replaced yes, but what happens if you don’t make it back? () You think I’m gonna let anyone else fly our big guy? ()

I’m saying that I would be very, VERY, displeased if you didn’t come back and I had to put my life’s work into storage because I can’t trust another pilot to respect him like you do. ()

{The listener grabs her to make her look at them} wh-what are you- () I… I accept your albeit pushy apology. () You’re gonna get grease on your suit. ()

I’m covered in grease because I just came from the chop shop. Apparently the forward recon team recovered a rogue unit and I got first dibs on any parts I wanted. ()

It wasn’t like any unit I had worked on. Getting through its chasse was an ordeal but I managed to salvage its generator.

I’m thinking our boy could see a big performance boost if I can repurpose it. ()

What model? Umm… it didn’t have a sort code on it that I recognised. Whoever made it must have come from a foundry we don’t have contact with anymore. ()

I think it said IB… Something 000. () Are you really gonna lecture me on making sure that the loadout is mission viable? ()

I know you said you were sorry. You can keep saying it if you like. Maybe throw some groveling on your knees and calling me sweet things in there. ()

D-don’t actually get on your kne- get up! () Just… if you want to prove that you are sorry then… then maybe once we’re out of Warp and I’ve cleaned up this mess you’ve made… maybe we could… go for that drink you keep promising me. ()

I should be done by the time we arrive in neutral space. Then we have twelve hours to do… whatever we want.

I-I-I mean if you still want to, o-obviously. () You do! G-great I’ll umm… I’ll get on with this then and you go umm… do… whatever it is you do after missions. ()

Yeah, it should be… seven in the evening native time when we arrive so shall we say… eight thirty? () Yes!- I mean that’s- that’s cool, I’ll see you then. ()

I won’t spend too long out here; would you just go already. () Yeah, bye… I’ll… I’ll see you on Rubicon.

-End-

Thank you so much for reading until the end! (Extra points if you recognised the game XD)

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-Description-

{Feel free to improv and change any points as you see fit, this is purely for enjoyment and good vibes, I will use () to indicate where there would be a gap for the listener to speak or a pause for pacing, the duration of the gap and if you choose to use my indication is entirely up to you. The setting that the script is intended for is the Listener has run away from home due to a sense of hopelessness and a lack of self-worth. Lost, alone, and spiraling, they are found by the only one who could help them. Their guardian angel. Their love.}

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{Deep in the woods where naught but crickets and haunting winds surround the Listener, they hear the flapping of great wings.}

{Exhausted} Stop! Please stop! () Please. I have been searching for… for so long. When I went to your home and you were gone… and your mother was crying, I- ()

W-wait! () Why are you running from me? M-y love, please! () Wh… h-how can you? ()

S-stop… () STOP! {Every sound silences at her emotional outburst}

I-I am so sorry. I did not mean to frighten you. I am just… I am just so worried. () It is true. How could you think that after everything we have been through that… that I would not halt time itself just to see you? ()

When have I ever given you reason to question my dedication? My… my love for you. () If not that then… then why do you run from me? ()

It eases my heart that I am not the reason for your recklessness. Yet I must ask again, why do you run from me? () I… I see. I-if I may, my love, I do not think that being alone at this time is what is best for you. ()

You are right… I would not presume to know what is best for you. I may be your Guardian, but the power blessed upon me does not give me the right to be your master. ()

Talk to me. Please. () It is that simple. Words are simple. Do not think about them, just speak. ()

If you wish for me to leave then I shall. I will not cause you more pain if you truly feel that I am adding to it. () Just… please do not do anything that you would regret.

Your parents are… () N-no I-I did not. () I swear I said nothing to them. I swear it on the halo upon my head. ()

I do not need to be an angel to know that they are scared for your safety. ()

Their fault? How, my love, wh-wh-why? What did they do? () Nothing… I do not understand. ()

Because I am an angel… {Her moment of despair causes her time stopping ability to cease, the rain pours again.} I… I know you did not mean that. You are hurting. I feel it as you do. () As your guardian angel, I feel everything you do. ()

You thought I was just being romantic, haha, my love I am incapable of lying. When I speak, it is always truthful and without sarcasm or double meaning. ()

On the contrary, I adore your human propensity for wordplay. It makes you so… so… () yes, human. ()

Why… would that be the problem? () My love… being human is not a mistake. You are beautiful and creative and capable of extraordinary things.

You alone have achieved such phenomenal things. By simply existing you have granted this angel, a being created to carry out a single purpose, a chance at becoming something more. ()

Of course, there have been others. We are divine entities after all. Our very existence invites attraction. () It is a… delicate situation. We are permitted to fall in love… it is often preordained. ()

What? No. No! Our love was not a- () No! S-stop! STOP! {Lightning strikes} () Listen to me. Our love was not planned, orchestrated, or the work of my father. It is real, and pure, and ours. ()

Why does this bother you so? You could have asked me about the nature of our union countless times before. Is this truly what is causing your sadness and anger? ()

Then what else? () I am asking because I care. () Then forget what I am. These wings, this halo, these eyes. All of it. Right now I am the one who loves you most. Not your guardian. ()

Sit, please. () Because you are going to get sick from this downpour. () {She uses her wing to shield the Listener and herself} Well. Talk to me. ()

{The speaker does not speak properly for some time. Only affirming with hums every so often}

I understand. I will not pretend to be able to relate, but I understand. () I am an angel, my love. We cannot empathise, but we can sympathize.

I am sorry that it came to this. That you feel like you have nothing and nowhere to go. I am sorry that I failed to be your safety and comfort. – ()

Let me finish please. () Thank you, my love.

I failed to keep you safe once, then again, and again, and again… and every time you forgave me…

Even after I fell for you I… I couldn’t stop protecting you- ()

Yes, I fell for you. Not just in love. () I mean that… in exchange for being granted the free will to love you… I gave up my home in Heaven. ()

No, no. I am still an angel. I just- I just can never return home now. B-But do not worry, please my love. ()

Of course I miss it… but I would miss you more. () No, I still receive regular updates from my superiors on anything related to the affairs of heaven. ()

It was a sacrifice worth making. You are worth it to me. ()

{A little later, the Listener and Speaker are walking back through the woods. Her wing still shelters them from the downpour.}

Thank you for agreeing to come back with me. () I know, and I will keep thanking you. ()

You… you still sound sad, my love… ()

Consequences? Of my falling?  Umm… please do not worry about that. ()

My halo has not dimmed a lot in the last few months… only a little… () {Shouting} Enough of these- ()

I… I apologise. () Wh-what? I have not been having mood swings. ()

When? When have I had these mood swings? () Are you saying… are you saying that you are scared of me? Do- do I frighten you, my love? ()

I worry you… () I love you. So, so much. More than I would have ever thought possible. Please believe me when I say I will never let harm come to you. Not even harm caused by a decision I made. ()

I am saying that… that one day I will not be entirely as I am now. ()

At this moment I am still your guardian angel, but as all fallen angels do I will eventually lose my Grace. ()

What then?... Then I… ()

{Sternly} Do not say that word. () I will never become one of… {scoffs} them. ()

You… you would still. () You would still love me if I was a de- () If I was anything…

{The Speaker tries not to cry tears of joy} I love you. I love you more than being an angel, more than these wings and this dimming halo.

I love you more than creation and destruction. More than anything and everything. ()

When we get home, Let us end this farce with your parents. Then, we can talk about anything and everything for as long as you want.

Even if it is about my- our future. () No matter what I become. I will always be yours.

And you will always be mine… mine… mine, mine, mine- ()

Huh? () Me? I am fine. () Why do you ask? () I… said nothing. ()

I do love your imagination, my love. {Sighs in relief} Everything will be fine. We will be fine.

-End-

Thank you so much for reading until the end!

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-Description-

{Feel free to improv and change any points as you see fit, this is purely for enjoyment and good vibes, I will use () to indicate where there would be a gap for the Listener to speak or a pause for pacing, the duration of the gap and if you choose to use my indication is entirely up to you. The setting that the script is intended for is the Listener believes they are the last survivor on a large facility adrift in space after a vicious alien creature somehow appeared. This creature now has the Listener’s scent, and is hungry for them… but in what way?}

-Script-

{The Medical Bay. Monitors display errors, emergency alarms blare, vents exhale fumes. The Listener barrels into the room and dives below a control panel desk, just in time before something slinks down from a vent behind them. A metallic, bony sound proceeds a string thud.}

*A hissing sound* Oh my sweet… how long do you intend to play this game? Fetch is so, so childish. Even by your species standards. ()

Come on little thing. () Show yourself! {It thuds before the Listener, dragging a long plated tail.}

This… metal hive you things dwell in irritates my nose. But I can smell you… somewhere. () Perhaps under… here! ()

{It curses in some alien tongue.} No, no, no! Why do you insist on cowering in the dark? () All I want is to see you. To have you. To… ()

Oh. Oh… I understand. Those other skin covered things. You liked them. () How cute. *It makes a sound akin to a cackle* () None of them could ever give you what I could. ()

{A locker rumbles open, then slams shut. It growls.} What is it you think I want with you? () To kill you? *Something akin to a laugh* () I would have done that a long, long time ago, my sweet. ()

These other soft ones lacked your value. Your charm. () They were all so confident in themselves. Until they weren’t. () Such a thrilling, delicious hunt. ()

None of them compared to this rush I get from you. () They screamed and cried. Horrible noises you creatures make when you see your end. () But you… you are different. ()

{It leaps onto the panel above the Listener, not knowing that they are below them. The panel sparks and crunches above the Listeners head, but they remain still, silent.} This is a big, lonely place. You can not outrun me forever. ()

{The Listener throws something across the room. It leaps across the room and around the corner where the distraction sounded.} Come out! Come out! Come to me my sweet! ()

Not here. Not here either. Where, where, where? Only you could have… Ah. () I see. How long do you think you can outsmart me before you run out of tricks? {The Listener uses the small window to run and hide in a locker.} ()

How many of your… friends, did you leave behind? () Mhm… there were two hundred and eighteen… no, nineteen. Did you know them all? Do you blame yourself? ()

Running, hiding, it only delays the inevitable. There is only the dark drift outside this place. () Where will you go? ()

Surely you don’t intend to… no. No, no. No! () You will not deny me the pleasure of your last moments. There is so much we need to do before then. ()

{It’s claws scrape against the wall, approaching the Listener’s hiding spot.} You should know that your species tastes vile. *Mumbles* Checked under there already. *Normal* I got more of their insides in my mouth than I would have liked. ()

{It stops at the locker, it’s breath is close} I would savour you, however. *Mumbles* Checked in there too. {It claws at the locker door then continues.} ()

My sweet, this chase is beginning to grate on me. () I want your smell. I want your taste. I need you! ()

There are worse fates, my sweet. Far worse fates. () So many stars will pass us by. This place… yes. This metal hive, we can make it ours. ()

Imagine it. Just the two of us. None of these other things. () just me… and… you! {It rips a vent off the wall} No… no! ()

Still here. You must still be here. You have to be. () Y-you are an insignificant spec of a species. You are not better than me. None of you are better than me! ()

{Thumps of metal imply movement in the corridors above.} M-My sweet… n-no. No don’t run. I didn’t mean you. () You aren’t like them. You are not insignificant. You are mine. ()

Not again. Don’t run from me again! () {It takes a moment to calm itself.} Oh, I see. This is still the game. Y-you just want we to keep chasing you. Yes, of course. ()

Unless… unless you are still here… () That would mean… well, well, well. It seems another one of you is crafty and sneaky. () I still smell you, somewhere in this place. ()

Somewhere… somewhere here! {It checks under the panel the Listener was hiding beneath.} You were here. {It curses again.} You were here. You were right here beneath me… ()

{It laughs maniacally.} Very good, my sweet. () I will see that you are disciplined for making a fool of me. () Hurt you… maybe. Maybe not. I assure you however, that you will find out… ()

You’re just like me. You want the thrill of the hunt. You need it. () Oh my sweet. You are perfect for me. ()

{It leaps up into the ceiling passages with a monstrous sound, trailing its chain-like tail behind it.} *Fading into the distance* I’ll be back soon, my sweet thing...

{The Listener creeps slowly out of the locker, intending to make a run for it until another sound catches their ears.} *The voice of another survivor whispers over a radio* H-Hey. () Yes, you. () You’re the one that thing wants right? ()

Listen to me. We can get out of here… but we need your help…

-End-

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-Description-

{Feel free to improv and change any points as you see fit, this is purely for enjoyment and good vibes, I will use () to indicate where there would be a gap for the listener to speak or a pause for pacing, the duration of the gap and if you choose to use my indication is entirely up to you. The setting that the script is intended for is the Listener on a rainy evening is waiting for their bus home under the shelter of a bus stop. A sweet, bubbly, seemingly harmless girl joins them in waiting and they converse for a little. Until the Listener blacks out and finds themselves somewhere they never expected.}

-Script-

{Heavy rain falls on the small bus shelter the Listener sits alone under; a girls voice gets closer as she stumbles through the dark and rain until she gets under the shelter too.}

Oh, oh goodness. What a day to forget an umbrella right? Do you mind if I sit () Oh I know it’s a public bus stop but you were here first.

Politeness is what separates us from the animals. ()

The smell… Oh yeah! I was baking cookies earlier. Got the flour everywhere, haha. ()

So… do you live nearby? What am I saying? That was a silly question. You’re here waiting at the bus stop, if you lived close you would probably walk. {She giggles away her embarrassment}. ()

No, no I just get confused sometimes. I speak before I think. () You… you think you’ve heard that before… w-well it’s a common saying, haha. ()

Oh, my bag? Cookies. Lots of cookies. Chocolate chip, pistachio, caramel, even some raisin if you like that kind of thing. () Y-you can have some i-if you like.

{She becomes strangely enthusiastic about giving the Listener a cookie} I-I’ll even give you one of the special one’s I made. I made them with the most expensive flour and chocolate an-and lots of love! ()

You want one, yay! One sec’, I’ll get you one of the big ones! () Here you go. This one is still a little warm. ()

So… good, right? () A-a weird taste… umm… that’s nothing. Oh, look, here comes the bus. ()

The lights? () They’re really bright? () Umm... maybe you should just shut your eyes. That m-might help. ()

{Her voice becomes soft, like a lullaby} That’s it. Just sit back and relax.

{Her voice then becomes muffled as the Listener struggles to stay awake and the bus stops in front of them} Hi mister bus driver! () My friend here is just a little sleepy is all. ()

Oh don’t worry, we’re waiting for the next bus anyway. () I will, I promise. () Thank you, drive safe. ()

{The voice is now harbouring a crazy undertone} Oh honey, what are we gonna do with you? Hehe.

()

{The Listener awakes in a damp echoey basement, strapped to a mattress. In the dark corner, the girl from the bus stop is curled up and crying, until she sees you awaken.} Y-y-y-you’re okay. You’re okay! Oh my god, honey!

{She rushes over and kisses the Listener all over their face, relieved they are alive} I-I-I was so scared, I thought I’d put too much of the sedative in the cookie a-and… I’m just so happy you’re okay. () Wh… what’s wrong honey?

{The Listener tries to push her off} What are you… s-stop. Honey please I-I just… ()

Kidnap? Kidnap! N-no I-I didn’t I just… relocated you to somewhere you would be more comfortable. ()

The reason why you fell asleep doesn’t matter, silly. I’m just… just so happy you’re okay. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you never woke up. ()

That’s a lie. {She starts to sound sinister} I would find that guy I bought the sedative from and stab and stab and stab and… ()

But don’t you worry about that. You’re home now. My home. Our home! Now we- () O-oh you… you wanna go home.

Ha, honey I just said that we are home. D-do you not like the mattress? I can change it if you like. Or get you a waterbed, or memory foam or… () Leave. As in… leave me…()

{She lets out a big sigh} I knew you didn’t remember me. () Yeah. We met before. ()

P-please stop struggling when I’m… when I’m trying not to cry again. () {Yelling} Because! {She calms herself} Because, I really, really hoped you would recognise me at the bus stop.

But when you talked to me like I was some clumsy nobody… my heart nearly stopped from how hard it was crushed. ()

It doesn’t matter. () No, it doesn’t. If when we met mattered, you would remember. ()

{She collects herself and returns to being sweet} You’re here now, that’s all that matters. Now we can-

{Knocks from the door at the top of the basement startle her, then she whines at the inconvenience} no… no, no, no. Go away!

{They knock again with more force, making her groan angrily} What the hell *Swap for “fuck* if comfortable* do you want?! ()

{She storms up the stairs and opens the door, the listener can’t see but they hear her in the distance. They try to break their arms from the restraints while she is gone.}

What do you want! () So! () I don’t care. He’s here now and nobody saw anything. You said you wanted me to get better; this is me getting better. By having him. ()

If you don’t like it then go out for the night! Now leave me alone! {She slams the door} ()

{Upon returning, she sees you covered in sweat and the shackles loosened but not broken} Honey wha- () Why are you so sweaty? Were you… you weren’t trying to… were you? ()

Oh, I’m so sorry honey, I didn’t even think. After I took your shirt off to check your heartbeat I forgot to put it back on. Now you’re running a cold sweat. Silly me, I can be so unthoughtful sometimes. ()

No! {She nearly cries again} It’s not okay! You deserve better. You deserve someone that puts you first all day, every day. ()

I didn’t even consider that you might get sick down here. All because I wanted to keep your shirt. ()

Wh-Why? Well… umm… {Flustered} B-because it smells like warmth and sweetness and love and mine… I… I don’t want to give it back. ()

Freeze to death! I would never, ever, let that happen. () Well there’s an easy solution. I’ll keep you warm, hehe. ()

What’s wrong? () {Serious tone }Honey. Look at me please. () I would never do anything to you that wasn’t in your best interests.

When the time comes for that, it will be when you want to. Even if I want to so, so badly.

()

{A little later when she is snuggled against the Listener} Mhmm you feel so warm. But why are you so tense. ()

I-if you’re still cold, you can have my shirt! Or I can go get us a big blanket! P-please, I’ll do anything just… just don’t hate me. Don’t hate me. Don’t hate me! Don’t hate me! My heart would stop here and now if you did! ()

Y-you don’t… () I knew it. You love me. Oh you love me! {She nuzzles into the Listener} I love you so, so, so, so much too. ()

Anything! You can ask me anything. () {She suddenly turns sour} Anything… but that. ()

Nobody. That was nobody. You don’t need to concern yourself with her. You don’t need to concern yourself with anyone else ever again. You have me now. ()

{Sweet again} You’re arms hurt? Oh. I… I can’t do that honey. () I know, I know, but it wouldn’t be in your best interest to try and leave because you’re confused and might be sick from being cold. ()

What other reason would there be? ()

Of course! I can go get us a blanket. I‘ll do it right now. () Don’t go anywhere, hehe. ()

Oh don’t pout honey, you’ll get wrinkles. {She leaves up the stairs and out the door}

{The Listener struggles against the buckles until they finally break free then run up the stairs and out the door, finding a near pitch black living room. They try the door out of the house but they can’t get it open.}

{Sinister and crazed. Whispered in the Listeners ear} What are you doing, honey…

-End-

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-Description-

Feel free to improv and change any points as you see fit, this is purely for enjoyment and good vibes, I will use () to indicate where there would be a gap for the listener to speak or a pause for pacing, the duration of the gap and if you choose to use my indication is entirely up to you.

The setting that the script is intended for is the Listener is an Elf fleeing from their royal obligation into the depths of the Forbidden Woods. However, they run too far into the darkest depths. So far that they fall into the clutches of something ancient… something unseen.

Script:

{Run. Over decayed sticks and shriveled leaves. Your breath shows in icy clouds before your hands. Yet you run still, into the depths of the dark beyond the dark, and fall. Within a pit where moonlight finds no grasp, something finds you. Is it bone you step on, or too many broken branches to count? You reach for one, that it’s shape and feel may answer your question… their presence hurls towards you stopping you colder than the night, followed by their chilling, unnatural voice}

Don’t. () Hush little one. You disturb the dead. () I will not ask you to be quiet again… () Good.

You will speak only when I seek an answer. Do you understand? Answer. ()

Little one, you do not belong amongst my dark. Is here preferable to your lavish palace? () You think me a fool?

{It slithers and crawls about the shadows, in front, behind… what are directions amongst this engulfing blackness?}

Your fear will draw others here, little one. I do not wish to add to this collection. () You thought it sticks and stones that you trembled upon.

Sweet Elven thing, your sheltering has done you no favour. Your king and queen wield arrogance as their blade, and within your back has it always been sheathed.

They keep you insolent to me, your… {A tooth, a talon, a claw, something grates on the bones} your mother and father…

{A laugh maybe? Or something resembling one, beneath the voice} Little heir. Felt the blade did you? Fled from the jewels and wealth. How very… mortal of you. ()

Rebellious is not a fitting title for an heir to the kingdom. A bit of Dwarvish blood in you perhaps… no… your smell is poetry on the night wind.

Sweet honey and lavender. The dragon that once lived here would have consumed you whole.

{A hum as if considering doing so itself} Its stomach tasted of Elf and Lamia. I appreciated the flavouring despite the scales being… bitter.

()

Sit or run, little heir. I will not be your death tonight, but I need not keep you whole. Let the plentiful dead rest, lest you join them upon the end of my patience. ()

Good, little heir. This evening need not be so unpleasant. {It’s breath wisps over frozen ears} You wish to know. Ask. ()

A god? {A definite laugh from a voice close but forever unseen} Not entirely. () A monster… not entirely. ()

I am… me. () Perhaps I am this darkness, perhaps it is me. () A devourer… naturally. Are we not all devourers?

You royals atop your palaces of silver and sunstone. The Kings of Mithril, with all their legions beneath our mountains. Even the Mermalids keeping their peace beneath the great oceans devour the life that would not grow by their order. ()

Do I devour… no,  not your kind. Not any of them. My taste is for things of much greater threat.

()

{Piles of bones shift, it lays comfortably somewhere close, a satisfied breath reaches your ears.}

Little heir, I would not have you freeze to death atop the resting dead. Come. My shape shall warm you. () I was not suggesting, little heir. ()

You are royalty in the Elven Kingdom, not here. You are far from Vahantir… () How did you get so far into these woods, and down into this hollow, without being devoured by my… neighbours? ()

{Sharply} Answer at my side or not at all.

{A few steps towards the voice and it has wound around you. The bones rise where it must be laid. A hide soft and shifting, like a bed of shadows. It is silken with a crunch. It’s breath heaves the shadows gently with a sound like waves under an Autumn moon.}

Most would be grateful for my hospitality. () You are welcome, little heir. ()

I do enjoy company of the… not dinner variety. () Not so often as these many dead may lead you to believe. Most of them are not of my making. Most. ()

Curiosity condemned the Nekomata, little heir. However, I enjoy that tinge of terror you pass into the air… ()

One was a Demon of Trade believing I could be bought. Another, a wounded Harpy legionnaire hailing from the Arid Peaks. She was so delicate with her wings broken, her only wish was that I free her from her pain. ()

Cruelty is an opinion, little heir, I need not justify mine to you.

()

Hm? () Once, yes. Long ago there were many of us. () Extinction is a lesser evil in the face of enslavement. ()

I live down here for a reason, little heir. Should your king and queen decide to hunt for me again, I would remind them of the nature of a world without light. () You are so very cute. Naive, but cute.

{It winds tighter around. Serpent-like, or a tucking of wings. Bones clatter over each other from every non-direction. Is it colossal? Is it everywhere?}

Whatever you run from, it can not reach you here. () Perhaps they would dare to search this deep into the woods, but know this, they will see nothing should they find this place. ()

What you do next is not for me to answer, little heir. () No, you can not stay here. You would die. A waste. ()

I am not alone in your absence; I am accompanied by the dead. () To you they do not speak. That does not mean they do not speak. ()

Stepping upon them is not disrespect. In death they are a bridge for our communion. Were you on a bridge of stone or plank, would you remove a foundation from its rest only to satisfy your curiosity of its shape? ()

Peace, little heir. Purpose and peace are the foundation of foundations. In their peace, they have found purpose.

()

Hush now. The sun will rise again, your wish for it to do so is irrelevant. ()

If I did shift while you slept, you would not notice. ()

Your tongue will find you in peril one day. Cease your use of it that we might both rest. ()

One more… ask quickly. () Helping you. Is that what I am doing? You may simply be insurance. You may simply be my entertainment for the evening. ()

Should you ever become the apex of your species, you may ask me again of my reason. You will find it is a question you will have answered yourself. Now… sleep.

The dead will warn me of any of the uninvited. () I will be here. Try not to startle at the dark upon your awakening, little heir…

-End-

Thank you so much for reading until the end!

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-Description-

Feel free to improv and change any points as you see fit, this is purely for enjoyment and good vibes, I will use () to indicate where there would be a gap for the listener to speak or a pause for pacing, the duration of the gap and if you choose to use my indication is entirely up to you.

The setting that the script is intended for is the Listener has summoned a succubus they have been making friends with (or as the tsundere would put it, bothering her) for a few weeks. What for? Well to thank her of course.

Script:

{Magic shimmers about the air and her delicate, soothing humming fills the room. Followed by her gorgeous figure bearing bat-like wings, a pointed tail, and twisting horns upon her brow.}

{Her voice begins stern and bordering on intimidating}

Mortal! For what reason have you summoned…

{she realizes who the Listener is and her voice becomes natural}

Really… again? Come on, this is the fourth time this week. Where do you even get all your sacrificial lambs? ()

It does so matter. I don’t want to be getting all cozy with some horror movie serial killer cooped up in a dark cabin that smells like… like...

{She becomes enticed by the scent she had just noticed}

Is that a Festival Blossom Original Yankee Candle? () I’m a creature of taste and… and… wait why am I here exactly? I thought I said last time that this is a strictly business relationship. Why didn’t you summon me in the bedroom?

()

What! () {She becomes flustered by the statement the listener makes} N-no… no ha… ha be… be friends. Umm why… wha… oh Dark Lord give me the strength to endure this dumby. ()

Huh? () I am not blushing. Y-you’re just… seeing things because… because of the spell, yeah. () Why don’t I want to be your friend? Are you out of your mortal mind? () I… okay.

{She takes a deep breath to calm herself}

See these? Horns, you’ve held them… damn have you held them… umm uh plenty of times so you know I’m not human. Plus the wings and the tail and… ()

Okay I get it you’ve held them all just… listen! I just want to do what you summoned me to do and go back to my cosy, warm inferno. So where do you want to… () D-dinner… dinner! () Hold on. () wait wait.

{She shushes the listener excessively}

You summoned an embodiment of lust itself to… to have a Sunday roast with! ()

I am not thin. () I don’t care if you said curvaceous. ()

Stop saying I’m blushing, it’s all this candlelight it makes me look… () G-gorgeous… I… ()

Shut up, no more of this flattery, I know what you’re trying to do. Being all nice and handsome and cu… {She catches herself before she calls the listener cute} and nice… I’ve seen better attempts at getting me to undress from souls in the Underworld.

{She proudly huffs, a Tsundere hmph if you will}

Wh-what do you mean its not foreplay? () Surely you don’t want to actually have dinner with m… ()

You do… aww that’s so… uh umm I mean; well I suppose it is my job to fulfil your desire.

{She groans to herself for a moment}

Fine, I will, have dinner with you… now please put some lights on.

()

{She smells the air and moans delightedly at the scent of roasting meats}

Mhm beef, pork, liver, and… and is that Black Pudding? () How did you know that meat is my favourite? ()

Wh-what’s with the look? () Oh yes please, but not wine, we can’t drink that. ()

There are rules you know to being a damn fine piece of demon booty *Swap for “ass” if comfortable* like me. Rules I’m not supposed to break… ()

Sometimes I bend the rules a little yeah, but… but I’m always a good girl as far as my boss is concerned. ()

When have I bent the rules? Umm… I shouldn’t really talk about things I maybe shouldn’t have done. ()

C-cute! I am not cute when I’m… and I’m not blushing! () Please, please, please tell me the food is nearly ready so you can put something in your mouth and stop talking. ()

I do want to eat… believe me I wanna eat… () Enough of those looks, you can’t blame a Succubus for being a little… hungry. ()

Fine, then I just won’t look at you. I’ll keep my eyes shut until you put something tasty in my mouth.

{She gasps in shock and quickly tries to act off the tingly pleasure she feels as the Listener strokes her wings}

Wh-what are you… hmm I told you the last time you summoned me that touching my wings is only for my {Listener hits a sweet spot} SPECIAL! …S-s-special clients… ()

{She gives in a little to the sensation}

Yeah that feels really… really good… () My eyes slipped open okay don’t be a meanie. ()

I… I do love it when you stroke my wings. Just don’t get used to it. I’m only letting you because I’m contractually obligated to. () N-no, not because I like you. ()

{She makes a sound that tells the Listener she is pouting even though they cannot see it}

Dinner… of all the things you’ve summoned me for… () I didn’t complain about the other things. What’s your point? ()

My boss would make me stand in sunlight for a week if I denied any summoner’s request that was within my power. Especially if they paid a reasonable price. ()

Oh don’t worry, you have most certainly satisfied my price tag every. Single. Time… Hehe…

{The oven pings signaling that dinner is ready}

Yay! That’s enough of me for now. I want to eat. () Excuse me? () I! Why I never… () It’s different saying it when we’re… ()

{She growls to herself in reluctance but sweetly obliges his direction to ask politely, from her however, it sounds a little needy}

Please can I have my dinner? () Absolutely not! () I know I’ve called you it before. ()

Remember what I said about rules? Well technically I’m not supposed to call anyone that except the Father of Demons himself… ()

F-fine. On one condition. If the food is as… amazing as it smells… I’ll… I’ll maybe say it later… Now please can I have my dinner. () Thank you.

-End-

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-Description-

Feel free to improv and change any points as you see fit, this is purely for enjoyment and good vibes, I will use () to indicate where there would be a gap for the listener to speak or a pause for pacing, the duration of the gap and if you choose to use my indication is entirely up to you.

The setting that the script is intended for is the Listener is enjoying a calm, stormy evening in the apartment they share with their close friend who happens to be a member of a secretive Ninja clan. On this night however after they return from a mission they find that things… didn’t exactly go their way.

Script:

{Rain beats against the windows before the door opens and slams shut}

Sorry, sorry I know I’m disturbing your peace and quiet and blah blah blah… () Well you were thinking it. ()

Ninjas aren’t supposed to be quiet, we choose to be, and I am choosing not to be because I. Am. Pissed! () No, not at you! () Not towards you either! Jeez don’t be such a baby. ()

I’m pissed because we were on mission and that moron Kai thought it would be a good idea to juggle his kunai while we were waiting for… ()

Yes kunai, like knives but… better. () We throw them and sometimes use them like daggers. ()

Daggers aren’t as cool, that’s why, now can I get back to my story? () Thank you. ()

{She plants herself next to you on the sofa}

So we’re up in the corner of the hall blending in with the shadows, he’s there flipping three about at once thinking he’s hot stuff. Then! He drops one of them right onto a server’s tray. Champagne everywhere. Guards pointing their weapons. Me and five others using every Ninjutsu we know just to get out… ()

Ninjutsu. () Its… well actually I can’t tell you that but just know its badass. () What do you mean? ()

Oh… I erm… don’t know how I ended up with my head on your lap… ()

Are you sure? () well good because you are comfy as heck. ()

So yeah a shuriken here, a kunai there, some smoke pellets. Ren took down the target amongst all the chaos but it was supposed to be a stealth operation. ()

No not necessarily. Stealth is an expectation but not a necessity. We may become the shadows, but as shadows we must know… I can’t remember how the rest goes but you get it.

{She nuzzles into the Listener}

Did you shower? You smell like passion fruit and fresh paper. Y’know like that paper you get out of the A4 packs for printers in offices? Damn that smell is… ()

I’m not gonna pretend like I noticed you were reading, so how would I know that was what I could smell? () Excuse you! Being attentive is not a requirement of being a ninja.

Being an effective exterminator is, would you prefer I demonstrated that skill instead? () That’s what I thought. ()

Oh yeah, the story, so Ren eliminates the target and is all like “what the hell was that *Speaker’s name* he was your mark? We’re supposed to be the best of the best and yada yada…” ()

I was trying to tell him that Kai dropped the kunai while he was being a douche but he was too busy being all high and mighty, so I just kept my mouth shut until he finally decided to shut his. ()

It's not as simple as just standing up for yourself, he’s my senior and one of the most respected in the clan. That would be like a goldfish trying to tell a shark how to swim… ()

What are you doing? () I didn’t mean to stop just… doesn’t matter, don’t ever tell anyone that I let you stroke my hair. ()

Because it’s embarrassing and weird and… and really nice. () I’m a cold-blooded executioner I’m not supposed to be so… vulnerable. ()

“Vulnerability is the greatest strength of an adventurous mind” … that’s surprisingly wi- you just read that didn’t you. ()

What could you possibly be reading that has abstract philosophy like that? ()

Of course you’re allowed to read whatever you want I just thought you preferred to read more… spicy works of fiction. ()

That is not the same as calling you a… () Okay, okay, there’s no need to get so defensive. ()

Anyway… while you sit here pondering existentialism and societal flaws, I’m gonna go get a shower before I stick to your thigh. ()

{Some time passes, then the Listener hears the Speaker emerge from the bathroom behind them with a satisfying exhale of tension}

Well of course you didn’t hear me, that’s the point silly. ()

So umm… not to be gross, but we should probably wash the couch cushions tomorrow because there was a lot of blood on my clothes. ()

You wouldn’t have noticed that’s why we wear black. Now scooch. ()

{She rests herself into the Listener’s side}

Mhmm… I’ve got a silk gown, a relaxing storm to drift off to, and your comfy thighs. What more can a girl ask for?

{The Speaker startles as the Listener pulls them in for a cuddle}

W-w-what are you… oh… oh wow you are toasty… this is not very shadowy and murderous of me is it? ()

you- {Speaker yawns} you make an excellent point that- that is just… yeah… () I am most definitely destressing now thank you very much. ()

I’m umm… I’m sorry if I took a bit of that stress out on you when I came in… ()

It isn’t fine… but thank you for saying it anyway. ()

{The Speaker grows sleepier} I should probably eat something before I end up napping in your arms for the rest of the night. ()

No, no you don’t have to I’ll- I’ll get something myself. () I have had a long day yes. () Yes a very stressful and disappointing day. ()

You… you are so using my tiredness and blissful comfort against me and I am… so okay with it- okay if you insist I will have any pizza with every topping and as much kebab meat as is legally allowed in a single order please, thank you, you’re the best. ()

Did you just… no, no I-I-I am perfectly completely normal about a simple, harmless, platonic forehead kiss…

(Speaker’s inner thoughts) Stop talking! Stop talking! Stop talking! Stop talking!

()

Huh? Yeah, yeah I could nap until food gets here that sounds… that sounds… sounds… stroking my hair is cheating. ()

I am not a sore loser. If this was a real fight I’d have reacquainted you with your ancestors ten times over by now. ()

Can we just- can we just call it a day and enjoy this night while I still have something remotely resembling consciousness? ()

Good, now stop your teasing, do your reading, and… wake me up when I can start my feeding…

{The Speaker giggles a little but drifts off into a long exhale and a comfortable sleep.}

-End-

Thank you so much for reading until the end!

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