r/ASMRScriptHaven

Summary: You rush over after your girlfriend calls you asking for a ride, expecting the worst. Instead, you find her sitting outside your favourite bakery with a bag of cinnamon rolls and a confession that's unbelievably sweet. She's been buying all the available stock of your favourite dessert, so the owner asked her to shop elsewhere for a while.

Link to the script: https://scriptbin.works/s/j3pp2

Heyy everyonee! This is a really cute and wholesome scenario I wanted to write for a while. I hope you all enjoyy reading this. Let me know your feedback and thoughts in the comments. Feel free to gender bend and monetise the script and please credit me at u/Expensive_Couple_928 . Happy Recording!!

I am creating long form ASMR scripts right now and I am hoping to find artists to put their voices in the project. Got any ideas or opinions on how to make great quality long form content?

The idea is one story with different parts, hopefully over several hours of content all together.

Multiple main characters with conflicting personalities are assigned to a task force together.

The first episode will be college students in debt with high grades or athletic capabilities being cherry picked and interviewed to become a part of a “National talent development agency” or so the think. During the interviews their personality can show and the story slowly takes shape through the questions they are asked. In the show there are twists and hidden agendas, will you figure out what they are?

After interviews the characters are offered a deal they can’t refuse while being forced to sign an NDA along with a contract that raises questions beyond just normal pay rates.

I am looking for 4 or more individuals with a mixture of talent in this cast and am willing to work out payment if this project becomes monetized.

Any help or opinions are appreciated, and if you are interested in working together feel free to dm me!

Script done by JayDoseASMR with help from makenzie mazing

(I most likely one be posting a script ever again I suck at this stuff but I hope you enjoy. If you want anything edited let me know by dm me on reddit.)

Part 1

Fierce Viking Mother Adopts You

CW: Mentions of death and abuse.

Synopsis: You were sold by your family to the mayor to be his slave. One day, a group of Vikings come to ransack the town. What will happen when the leader finds you?

SFX: Fighting and destruction fades out

Clear out all the rooms and look for anything we can take back. Gold, food, water, all of it. Nothing valuable gets left behind.

SFX: Warriors looking through things

I’m going to look in the mayor’s home for the good stuff. Make sure the boats are ready to go when I come back.

SFX: Footsteps outside, opening a door, footsteps in the house, suddenly a creak

(Confident, taking joy in this) Who’s there? I can hear you. Don’t make this more challenging than it needs to be. If you come out now, I won’t have to punish you. It’s up to you, coward.

SFX: Footsteps

(Laughing) Ah, there you are- (Shocked, softer tone) Y- You’re just a child! Oh, little one, what are you doing here?

No no, shhh, it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you. See? I’ll put down my sword.

I mean you no harm. Tell me, what are you doing here?

(Getting a bit angry, but trying to keep calm) W-What? A… slave of the mayor?

And he kept you tied up in here? That….that dung heap!

(Softer) Oh little one, don’t cry! You are safe, that man is gone, gone from this plain of existence, and no more harm will come to you ever again.

Here, let me remove these bindings.

SFX: Cutting of rope or removal of chains.

There, all gone. Now, you must be starving. Come, my crew will get you some food.

SFX: Footsteps, door shuts.

Oh, one more thing.

SFX: Lighting of a torch.

Would you like to do the honors?

SFX: Throwing of the torch, the building lights on fire.

(Enchanted by the flames) Wonderful. Let the flames burn the memory of this place from your mind.

Now, let’s get you some food.

SFX: Cooking

How is your meal, little one?

Good, I’m glad. I’m guessing your “master” never gave you food like this, did he?

Of course, that bastard. Well, now you get to feast on the best this village had to offer.

So tell me, little one. Is there any place you can go? A village nearby where you know somebody? Family? Friends? Where are your parents?

(Sadly) They passed? Oh little one, I’m so sorry.

(Getting angry) The mayor promised them he’d take care of you? That fiend, making you a slave instead!

He abused you as well? I suspected as much. But don’t worry. You won’t have to suffer that treatment any more.

Poor little one, you must have been so lonely in that place.

(Sigh) Honestly, I know how hard it is to be alone at your age. My parents passed away when I was young as well. Luckily, I had my village to look after me.

Well, how about this: Why don’t you come home with me? I will take you somewhere safe. You will have an entire village to look after you, the same way they looked after me.

Sounds good? Okay, let us go.

(To the group) Alright everyone, let’s move out!

SFX: Sailing noises

Woah, easy there. Gotta get your sea legs. I take it you’ve never been on a ship before?

I can tell. You’ll get used to it soon enough.

Now, why don’t you tell me more about yourself. Where did you come from?

Uh huh.

Well.

Hmmm.

(Angry) So, that’s how that happened. Even after seeing much of this world I’m still surprised at the cruelty some people are capable of.

(Softly) Shhh. Do not worry little one, I’m not mad at you. I could never be mad at you. You are the victim of horrible people, there is nothing you could have done. Even if you had tried to run, I doubt you would be here today. And I am glad that you are here.

This day has been rough on you, little one. I’m sure that you need some sleep. Come, there is little space so you will need to rest on my lap if that is alright.

Good. Let the movement of the ship rock you to sleep.

SFX: Ship ambience fades out, village ambience fades in

Wake up, little one. We are home.

You slept the entire way. I’m glad you were able to rest after the events of the day.

Why don’t I show you around the village?

This, little one, is my home. And your home now, too.

On the left you’ll see the blacksmith, where all the axes, swords and shields are made for battle.

Next to that is the barn, where we have all types of farm animals; Pigs, sheep, cows, chickens, you name it.

Over here we have the butcher, and next to that is the Tavern, where we sing, drink our fill, play games, and dance the night away.

Now come with me. I want to show you something.

This is the Town hall. Yes, it is quite the sight. It took us a couple winters to build. This is a place for everyone to come and spend time. All celebrations and meetings are held here.

Come, there is something else I want to show you.

Yes, this is my room. It’s a bit small for two, but it’ll do the trick.

Sit on my bed, little one. I will start a fire.

SFX: Fire crackles

Ah, nice and warm, huh?

What was that little one?

What will you be doing here? I don’t understand. Tell me what you mean, little one.

Oh no, oh dear no. You will not be a slave here. I will not put you through that pain again.

Trust me, little one. You will be (pause) my child. I will give you all the love in the world. I will be here with you for the good, the bad, and the sad. Everything. I will show you all the love you deserve, little one. My little one, How does that sound to you?

Good, I am glad. I know you lost your family, but now you have a new one. From now on, you are my child, and I will love you forever.

Rest now my child, you must be tired.

Good night.

(end of part 1)

(part 2)
Synopsis: After getting Adopted by your Viking mom you want to join her for her weekly hunts, but things take a bad turn.

SFX: Footsteps and door opening

Good morning little one, it’s time to get up and start the day!

Come on, sleepy head, you can't just stay in bed all day.

There you go, big stretch! Come on, let's get you dressed.

Ahh Look at my little one! Those fit you well They used to belong to-

They used to belong to someone important to me.

(Trying to hide sadness) Well, my child, that is a tale for a different day. For now, you need to get ready!

Well, you will be doing whatever you wish, my child. You can play with the other kids, you can help on the farm, you can do any number of things!

You never were able to be a kid with that horrible man having control over you, were you? But now you can do whatever your heart desires. Meanwhile, Mommy will be going out on her weekly hunts.

Huh? You want to come with me?

I don't know. You are still young and it might not be safe for you. Maybe when you are a bit older…

My child, there are many dangers out in the wilderness. You are too young and inexperienced to face them, and I still have much to teach you about the world.

Hmmm…Well, you are older than they were…

(Distant) They were… I will tell you someday, just not now. Regardless, you are still too young to be traveling with me.

Oh come on don't give me that look, you know I can't say no when you give me those eyes of yours!

(Playfully relenting) Fine, you win, you can come with me.

Stay calm. Now if you're going to join me, you need to follow all my rules to the letter.

Rule number 1: You will not leave my side. It is cold and windy out there, and I don't want you to wander off and get yourself hurt (whispers) or worse…

Rule Number 2: You do as I say. The animals can hear everything, so when mommy asks you to be quiet you hush. Can you do that for me?

Good.

And the last rule is to have fun, my little one! It is your first time going hunting and I’m sure this is the first time you've ever been able to explore as well, so try to have fun!

Let me get my things ready and we can get going. We don't have much time until it gets dark, so we might have to camp in the woods tonight.

Yes, it sounds scary but don't worry. Nothing is going to happen. You have me to keep you safe and sound.

(Internal monologue, very determined) I won't let anything happen to them. I can't lose someone else. Not again. I won't let it happen.

SFX: Snowy footsteps outside

Come little one, look at this! These are deer tracks. We need to be very very quiet. The deer can hear us from far away.

Oh, I’ve been hunting since I was a little girl. My father showed me how.

Well, he was a powerful and brave man. He cared about the people in his town like they were his own family, and to him they were. So now that he is gone, I lead the town. It's my goal to carry on the way he led.

Hmm, what? Close my eyes? (Slightly playful) Ok little one I will close them for you.

Oh my lords, little one! Thank you so much! This flower is beautiful! I will hold on to this gift. It shall be our good luck charm for our hunt.

The wind is picking up, so it would be best to set up camp for tonight.

Come on little one take my hand, let's hurry. We do not want to get lost in this blizzard.

SFX: Campfire crackles

Ah this is nice, isn't it? Nice and warm. Here little one, I have some smoked jerky I brought just in case. Here, have some.

Good isn't it? You will have to thank Mr. and Mrs. Wise, they worked hard to make these for us.

And don't tell Mr. Wise, Mrs. Wise put some extra goodies in here just for you.

What's that?

Oh you need to go to the bathroom. Okay, well don't go too far and hurry back!

SFX: Time passes.

(To herself) I don't like this at all.

SFX: Wolfs howls

Oh no, I need to look for them, quickly! They could be hurt o-or worse.

SFX: Running Footsteps

(Yelling) Little one my child where are you? Call out to me! My little one! Oh where could they be?

Ok, breathe it looks like I see their tracks and- Wolf tracks? Oh no

SFX: Running Footsteps And Wolf Growls and Howls

(In a loud voice) GET AWAY FROM MY CHILD NOW, YOU WILL NOT LAY A PAW ON MY CHILD! I AM THEIR MOTHER YOU WILL HAVE TO GO THROUGH ME FIRST!

SFX: Running Footsteps And Wolf Growls and Howls And Grunts from fighting the wolves off

That's right, run off!

(In a soft voice) oh, my child are you ok? That must have been scary. What happened?

You were using the bathroom when the wolf ran out at you? You screamed for me?

(In a shaky voice) I-I I am sorry my child. The wind must have been too strong for me to hear your cry for help.

This is all my fault! I knew I shouldn’t have taken you with me! I am sorry my child.

H-huh? What are you doing?

Yes, I know you are hugging me but why? Are you not upset with me? You could have gotten hurt or worse. I swore to protect you and-

You are right, now is not the time to be talking about this. Come, get on my back. I will carry you.

Ready? Ok let's go.

SFX: Footsteps

(In a soft tone) Sweetheart Sweetheart? Good morning. You fell asleep when I was carrying you back to camp.

I- I wanted to say sorry again. There is something that I need to tell you, but now is not the time. We need to head back. Come on little one.

SFX: Footsteps, time passing.

(Relieved) And we are home. Don’t worry little one I will go on a hunt at a different time. For now let's rest.

(end of part 2)

(part 3)

SFX: Fire Cracking

(Having a nightmare) No stop, leave me alone no! No!

(Listener wakes you up) Oh little one it's you. What's wrong?

I was tossing and turning all night?

I am sorry if I woke you, it's just a dream. G-go back to sleep little one.

Do I want to talk about it? N-no I don't think I will, sweetheart. I-it's still early you should go back to bed.

You are worried about me?

(Trying to hide sadness and be brave) There is no need to worry. I am your big strong mother after all, and the leader of this Clan.

(Emotional) I-I oh I can't lie to you, you are right I have been thinking a lot lately.

After that scare in the woods, it brought back bad memories.

Do you mind if I share them with you?

(Sigh) So, before I met you I had a child the same age as you, and a husband.

We went hunting and… Something happened that I will never forgive myself for.

(Start of flashback, fire fades out)

(Worried) Honey, are you sure it's ok for them to come along with us?

They are still young, don’t you think they should wait a winter or two?

Yes I know we will both be there but still, what if something happens?

(Playful) I am not a worry wart!

Don't you dare call me mama bear, darling.

(Playful) Fine, fine, you win. They can come with us. Let’s go wake them.

(Soft voice) Sweetheart? Come on, wakey wakey. We have an adventure to go on.

Me and your father are going hunting and guess what? You are going to come with us.

(Laughs) You can thank your father for that. Now your father is going to help you get dressed while I make sure we have everything we need.

SFX: Walking down a halfway

(Internal monologue) I know we will both be there to protect them from harm but it doesn't make me feel any less worried

Are you two ready to go? Come on then let us start our first family hunt!

SFX: Walking in the snow

(Worried) Hey, don’t run too far ahead now, make sure you stay where we can see you!

I know they will be fine but I'm a mother! It’s my job to worry about you two!

(Playful) Let's face it, without me you two would get lost in our yard.

(Worried) Darling. Look! Yes, those are wolf tracks. They look fresh

(Worried Honey come here, No nothing is wrong just stay by me and your father's side.

(Whisper) I don’t like this. We should head back.

You are right, it's too dark. We will make camp here for tonight and- (Scared) Honey? Sweetheart, where are you?

SFX: Wolves howling

(Worried) Oh no we need to find them now!

SFX: Running in snow

(Yelling out) Where are you? Call out to us!

(In an angry tone) We may never find them! Who knows where they might be?

(Deep breath) Your right dear. I need to keep calm. You take the right and I'll look over to the left. Stay safe my love (Kiss)

(Yelling out) My child? Where are you? Say something?

(Internal monologue) I hope they are safe. I don't know what I would do if something happened to them.

SFX Wolves and man yelling

(Internal monologue, extremely worried) That was my husband! I need to find them! Now!

SFX: Running in the snow

Where are you? Call out to me!

SFX: Wolves howling and snarling

(Gasp) No! NO!

SFX: Fighting off the wolves, wolves running away

(Worried) My love, speak to me! N-no don’t close your eyes. Keep them open! My love, I'm here! N-no I won't leave you.

(Heartbroken) Please… don’t leave me…

SFX: End of flashback, fire fades back in

My child? I was never able to find them. I looked and looked and never found them, even after the thaw. It still haunts me to this day

(Sad, but comforted) Come here into my arms. Thank you for listening to me. You are my light, my world, my everything. I will protect you until the day I pass from this world, and the Valkyries take me to Valhalla.

(end of part 3)

(Part 4)

Fierce Viking Mother Fights Off Raiders

SFX: Talking And Whispering

(deep intimidating voice)

Everyone settle down. We have a lot to go over in today’s war meeting.

Mr. Smith, what has the scout team seen?

Just as I thought. They are getting closer and closer to us, it will only be a matter of time before they make their move.

We need to ensure we are ready for battle, do we have everything ready to go? Weapons, armor, shields? Good. And the townspeople, do they know what to do if something happens? That is good as well, at least I don’t have that to worry about anymore.

So let’s-

SFX: Door opens a peek

(In a softer voice)

My child, I can see you. What have I told you about eavesdropping? Go back to bed my child. I will join you after I am done here.

You can’t sleep? (Adoring) What on earth am I going to do with you huh? Ok ok, let me finish up. Wait for me in bed, then I'll tuck you in.

(Back to the intimidating voice)

Everyone knows what your job is right? Good, now go spend time with your loved ones and be ready for anything. Meeting dismissed.

(Softer voice)

Ok, little one it's time for bed let me tuck you in.

(Stern) No, you may not stay up any longer. It is way past your bedtime.

Nice try, but those eyes won't work on me this time, now come on lay down for me. Thank you. Let me put the blanket over you so you will be nice and cozy.

That feels good, doesn't it? It is deer hide, good for the time of year. The winter gets very cold so we must stay warm at night to avoid getting sick! And I- ( gets cut off by horn)

SFX: Warhorn

(Deep voice)

They are here! Everyone up! Get up I say! Come on, we are at war everyone! To battle! Fight to the last! To Valhalla!

(In a soft voice)

My child, stay here and hide. Don't come out until you hear my voice and only my voice, understand? I love you my child. I love you with all my heart I will be back I promise.

SFX: War fighting sounds with clash of swords and shields

(In a deep voice)

Come on, is this all you got? I thought you were here to raid us not play this game of chicken!

You won't take this from us, you are not strong enough!

Archers! Get down! Shields up! What cowards! Sending in your men just to fire arrows down?

Something feels wrong…

SFX: Scream coming from listener room

Oh no, my child! I'm coming hold on!

SFX: Running then busting down the door

(In a very deep voice)

You! Put down my child now! Or I'll Make you pay! You have no idea who you are messing with right now! Don't worry my child everything will be ok I won't let him harm you.

(Grunt)

F-Fine I'll put down my axe.

SFX: Axe clatters to the ground.

There it's on the ground, now put them down. Just don’t hurt them. They are only a young child, there is no need for them to get hurt

SFX: Listener bites the man, who yells, and the listener gets thrown across the room

(shocked)

Noooo

(in a raging voice)

You will pay for that! You have no idea what you have just done!

SFX: Fighting and killing the man

(Heavy breathing, then In a softer voice)

M-my child are you ok? Say something, anything!

Oh no they are not moving! Help! I need some help here! Somebody quick!

(Voice fades out)

(In a soft tone)

My child? Oh thank the gods you are awake, I was so worried about you! When that man threw you I was so worried, I thought that.. Never mind. That it is all done and over now, you are safe and those men are gone. (More cheerful) Tonight we will drink and sing and celebrate their deaths. We will sing so loud they will be able to hear us from Valhalla!

Have you never heard of Valhalla before? Well, let me tell you. It's a majestic hall watched over by the god Odin. It’s for those who died in battle, only the best of the best get chosen to reside in his hall. Maybe one day you will be in that hall, my child.

Will I? I am not sure my child, maybe I will be, and if I do I hope I get to see some of my friends again, (thoughtfully) and perhaps even him...

I mean my late husband. He was an amazing man and the love of my life. And I am sure he would have loved you just as much as I do my child.

My child, from the day I found you trapped and locked in that room my life has turned upside down, but it was all for the better. I never thought I would be able to feel like this after I lost my family. I was a shell of myself. I locked away my feelings. But you unlocked them, and you made me able to laugh and love again. I'm not sure I would have been able to win today, so my child, my light, thank you from the bottom of my heart. I cannot wait to see you grow into the leader and warrior I know you can be. I love you, my child .

(Happy sigh)I can’t wait to see the person you will become. I know you can do whatever you want my child, I just know you can! I believe in you so much and I will love you until my last breath.

Feel free to adlib a bit if you want also you can change the gender too just ask 1st enjoy the script P.S you can chose to follow what the () line say or not up to you.

Synopsis: you are dating the most dangerous Mafia boss in the city but luckily for you she is your possessive girlfriend who cares very much for you.

(in a soft/sweet tone of voice)

Oh my Love, there you are! Oh how I missed you! Come here darling, give me a hug. What am I doing here? Well isn’t that obvious?

I came to see what my sweet angel college is like. I need to know the in’s and out’s of my baby’s school to make sure it is safe and worthy of you my love!

(In an angry/dominant tone of voice)
And then when I was asking around to find out what class you were in I found out this piece of human trash dare to lay a finger on you! They thought they could get away with it because you are so sweet and caring that people try to take advantage of you.

NO! Nobody gets to mess with my sweetheart and get away with it! You're too kind for your own good! If they think they can- (You stop yourself to not scare the Listener)

(back to soft/sweet tone)

I-I'm sorry love you know how I can get sometimes, I-i just love you so much and for someone to mess with you. I-it broke me s-something inside of me snapped

I swore to protect you from the day we met in that little cafe when I saw you for the 1st time I knew from that moment on I had to have you and love you and - (The listener stops you and says it’s okay)

(Soft/Sweet tone)

Thank you love I-I'm okay now thank you, You know how I can get when it comes to you (awkward laugh) but that’s not important now what is that you won’t have to deal with that monster anymore they can’t hurt you now.

(Soft/Sweet tone)

(Soft laugh) oh How did I find where you go to college baby Didn’t I tell you? I put trackers on you to keep you safe at ALL times.

I can't have the love of my life going just anywhere without me knowing, you know how you are sweetheart you are too soft and fragile for you to be on your own

(Soft/Sweet tone)

Sweet pea I don’t mean to sound rude but you could barely hurt a fly, but that is why you have my love I would do anything and I mean ANYTHING to make sure you are okay 24/7 And I take great pride into making sure you are safe.

And I am sorry I wasn’t there to protect you from that asshole but we don’t have to worry about him anymore the only thing that matter is making sure you are safe and sound

(Soft/Sweet tone)

Hey, let's get out of here. I think it's best if we go. I have an amazing idea, love how about I take you to that Museum that you've been talking to me about.

What was it? the one with the Dinosaurs right? I can take you to that my treat. Yes I know it has always been my treat for every date we have been on but can you blame me? You are more crazy than me if you think I’m going to make my baby even pay a dime.

(on the phone to her men in a Dom/Angry tone of voice)

Hello? Yes I want a Private Tour of the Dinosaur museum for me and my baby I don’t give a dam if you need to book it in advance I am taking my baby to this museum and I don’t want random people to bother us while we are there if you don’t get this done with will be your head.

(hangs up)

(soft/sweet tone)

I’m sorry baby sometimes I need to get my point across and yell. B-but I shouldn't have not in front of you. I know how yelling makes you nervous.

I'm sorry love can you forgive me? Thank you Love you are so kind to me I don’t deserve it sometimes.

(soft/sweet tone)

So my love shall we get going? We don't want to be late for our date hmm? Wait a second come here love I want to make sure you don’t have any bruises.

Let Me see your hands.. Turn around love. I don't see anything good. I just wanted to make sure that they didn’t hurt you anywhere I wasn’t able to see love,

(Soft/sweet tone)

Wait your collar is all crocked (you go up to fix it and give listener a quick kiss on the forehead) Sorry I couldn't help myself you just looked so adorable I just had to kiss you

and its just the perks of me being taller than you I can kiss you on the for head ALL I want and you can say you don’t like it but that blush of yours is telling me otherwise

(Soft/Sweet tone)

Ah sounds like our ride is here, come on love take my hand ill walk you to the car, (you and listener are walking to the car) look out love there is a puddle we don’t want you to get wet, there we go hop in

(soft/Sweet tone)

(car door shuts)

So love what is the dinosaur you are looking forward the most to seeing? The Triceratops? That’s that one with the big horns right? I haven’t told you this yet but I called and I got the whole place to ourselves! So you can take as much time as you want looking at every single thing you want its you day baby and you deserve it

(Soft/Sweet tone)

And maybe after we can- (Gunshots rain into the SUV) what the hell! Baby get down! (you Jump to shield the lister and the car crashes into a ditch) those sons of-

(Worried and scared tone)

Baby? Wake up baby please wake up! Come on, love open those eyes! Baby! Someone get some fucking help over here! Call everyone hurry! Come on baby baby?

(end of Part 1)

I’ve thought about this for those who actually voice scripts. I’ve thought that instead of using stock sounds, using the sounds of your room would be good if the script calls for those sounds. For example, if a script calls for TV sounds, use your own TV. I think this would add some interesting realism to an audio. What are everyone’s thoughts on this idea? Am I just stating a practice that’s already been in use?

Hey lovelies am Jessica (your siren ) on YouTube , I am doing asmr roleplay for years and I have adapted plus learned so much from the script writers and other fellow artists here and I love you all

After my channel got deleted (just after monetisation) so it somewhat hurt me and I took a break for 2yrs , now am rebuilding and mainly am getting more requests for F4F content so it’s a question in general

What type content/character might suit for my voice ? And to the script writers I wanna ask you guys if there’s yandre F4F characters in any scripts you guys have cause am having hard time finding some , I’d love some suggestions or to know if any of you are working on such projects

Thank you ,have a great day /night

Summary: You’ve been practicing hypnosis in your spare time, but you feel like you have to prove to yourself and others that you can actually do it. Your flirty friend has been teasing you, so you make a bet. It all seems to be going well, but things take a turn before you fully realise what’s happening…

Link: Hypnotizing Your Friend, But…

Length: ~1400 words

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Monetisation is okay on any platform, as is paywalling! Feel free to adlib / improv / edit parts of the script or anything like that, for any script :)

I have so many one-off scripts that have never seen the light of day, but my older posts being down in the void has given me the push I need to brush off a few. Thanks for reading <3

I'm currently wanting to write a script since i'm still sick and can't record anything. I have a few script ideas but can't pick which i want to do and if anyone is interested in these ideas.

List of ideas:

• Plant spirit x rain spirit (angst?)
• Ghost writer/artist x producer/Auctioneer (light hearted?)
• Book fairy x wizard (fuuny?)
• Dry Cleaner x ceo (Yandere?) (clothes stealing?)
• Doppelgänger x the person the look like (yumeship?)(selfsest?)

I think thats all i got rn lol but id most likely think of more tomorrow

I'd like some advices for fresh new beginners. I've never tried recording ASMR before.

I want to know things like, how I should record, how I should post, the editing, how to find scripts - basically everything.

I recently got hit with back to back strikes on youtube with the most outrageous reasoning and auto rejects for appeals. Any help either sharing and tagging them would help! I am a small VA and I don’t think they’ll make any move unless I make a voice loud enough for them to hear. This channel has been my blood, sweat, and tears as well as my main source of income. I won’t have a robot just flush it away…

https://x.com/yourgirlserin/status/2073285787035279731?s=46

Thank you so much 🙏🏻

Plot Summary: It’s been nearly a year since you broke up with your ex-girlfriend. You’d managed to bear the many evenings spent alone and date nights interrupted by conference calls for so long, but things finally came to a head and you ended things.

Since the breakup, her company has risen stratospherically to new heights under her leadership, and her already substantial fortune has multiplied countless times over. The last time you saw her was on your television screen, smiling confidently as a reporter interviewed her about a record-breaking financial year.

But now she’s standing at your door, and she has an interesting proposal for you...

Word Count: 2,879 words

You must provide credit, and it’s perfectly fine to monetize for YouTube/Patreon/etc. If you record this script, leave a link to your fill.

You’re welcome to change the genders, character names and pronouns as you’d like, or use different SFX than my suggestions.

______________Script Begins ______________

(Background SFX: Rainy Night)

(SFX: Doorbell, followed by door opening)

Hey. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

I’m sorry to drop by so unexpectedly. I was just in the neighborhood, and I heard you were living around here from a friend, and--

(Sigh) There’s that raised eyebrow I recognize so well. Look, I’ll tell you the truth, but can I come in first? This blazer is designer, but it’s not exactly waterproof.

(SFX: Door closing)

Thank you. I appreciate it, really. I know it must be... strange seeing me again.

This is a cute little apartment. I see your penchant for buying anything in yellow hasn’t changed. It makes the place look cozy and warm… just like you.

I’m sorry, it just slipped out. I promise I’ll behave. If you don’t want me to give you any compliments, I won’t. I know things aren’t like they were before.

I’m also sorry for breaking our policy of no-contact. I haven’t forgotten your request for ‘distance’, as much as that word still stings. But you must recognize that I haven’t sent so much as a simple ‘How are you doing?’ message in months. I’ve honored my word.

(Sigh) How did I know you were going to bring up Paris? Yes, I made a terrible mistake in a moment of weakness, one that I have repeatedly apologized for. As it appears to still be at the forefront of your mind, however, allow me to do so once again.

I acknowledge I shouldn’t have used my connections in the tech industry to discover you were going on vacation to France, and I definitely shouldn’t have bought the hotel you were staying at, then canceled every other guest’s bookings and put myself in the room opposite yours.

Yes, I know how invasive and disturbing it was for you. You were very clear about your feelings when you came down to the restaurant on the first night and found me sitting there waiting for you, surrounded by empty tables. That was… completely unacceptable behavior on my part.

It was an impulsive decision made during a period of intense stress for me. The company was under regulatory scrutiny, and I felt that I needed you desperately for comfort. I regret it deeply. To be honest, I regretted it from the moment I saw the shock on your face. I had been imagining some romantic reunion in the City of Light, but I quickly realized my fantasies weren’t in step with reality.

If it’s any consolation, the hotel’s been under-performing financially ever since my acquisition. Definitely not one of my wiser investments. And there was some kind of class-action lawsuit from the guests whose stays were canceled without notice. All in all, it’s been a very expensive mistake.

But other than that one, shameful occasion, I’ve left you alone. Which hasn’t been easy. If you understood the loneliness I’ve felt all this time, maybe you’d be more sympathetic to my poor decision-making. Losing you was… it felt like a part of me was torn away.

Look, I didn’t come here to re-litigate the end of our relationship. I have a very specific agenda for tonight, but seeing you again… it’s brought up a lot of raw emotions. Why don’t we change the conversation to a less volatile subject? Tell me how you’ve been.

A new job? Congratulations, really. I’m glad your intelligence and work ethic are receiving the recognition they deserve.

(Pause)

So… is there anyone from this new workplace you’re particularly close with? Friends, maybe something more?

Don’t give me that look! I’m allowed to ask basic questions about your current circumstances. And since you’ve made very clear I’m not allowed to use the resources at my disposal to investigate you, this is the only way I can satisfy my curiosity.

Hmm… so a few work friends, but no romantic prospects? Interesting. What about outside of work? Are you seeing anyone at all? Maybe something casual, or a regular--

You’re right, I overstepped your boundaries again. I’m sorry. I just… knowing you’ve moved on from me completely would be difficult to bear. A selfish desire, but one that I can’t quite shake.

You want to know how I’ve been? Oh, the usual. Reams of paperwork to sign, charity events, and of course endless meetings. Everything you came to despise. I have tried to find time for myself, though. I bought a lakehouse recently to have a space to relax. I haven’t had time to visit it yet, but my assistant tells me it’s lovely.

I’m not here to play the ‘poor little rich girl’ card, believe me. I know how fortunate I am, and that my situation is of my own making. I could choose to walk away from the stress and pressure at any time. And yet I find myself still addicted to chasing power, even after it caused the one person who really knows me to walk out of my life.

That lovely rhythm your foot’s tapping on the floor tells me you’re running out of patience, so I’ll get to the reason I came here. I have an offer for you.

(Pause)

If you sleep in bed with me tonight, I’ll pay you one hundred thousand dollars. Just sleeping, nothing more. In the morning, we go our separate ways and you’re considerably richer.

Yes, I expected this reaction. It’s certainly an… unconventional offer, I admit, and I don’t blame you for this initial refusal. If you allow me to explain, however, you may see the pragmatism in my reasoning.

Ever since we broke up, I haven’t had a single night of restful sleep. Initially I just assumed I was struggling to adapt to an empty bed after so long sleeping beside you. Not being held in your arms as I drift off to sleep, or feeling your hand gently stroke my hair; I couldn’t bear it. I would wake in the night and reach out for you, but find only cold sheets to remind me what I’d lost.

It hasn’t improved over time, however. I’ve tried everything; doctors, therapists, every type of sleeping pill on the market, and some that aren’t. I even imported a robot from Japan that’s supposed to simulate the warmth of sleeping next to someone, but it just felt like lying next to an overheating android. Nothing works.

I’ve been subsisting on caffeine pills, vitamin B12 shots and at least eight espressos a day. My performance as CEO has taken a hit, of course. I’ve had to train myself not to yawn during presentations. And I would be willing to accept all of this as my penance for treating you so poorly, were it not for the importance of tonight.

You see, at noon tomorrow I’ll be chairing a board meeting where I intend on presenting a stock buyback initiative as part of this year’s agenda. It’s going to be highly contentious, and I’ll need all of my energy and mental acuity to successfully convince the board members. Which, of course, I won’t have if I spend tonight tossing and turning in an empty bed.

Which brings us back to my offer. One night peacefully snoozing next to the woman you tried to erase from your life, and you’ll have enough cash to buy yourself a very nice sports car. Which you won’t do, of course. You’re far too sensible for that. I would imagine you’ll put half into your savings and donate the rest to a charity that rescues stray cats, or something similarly thoughtful.

So, it’s decision time. Before you answer, though, I’ll make the deal even sweeter for you. Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. That will save a lot of little kitties, won’t it? Now, are we in agreement?

(Pause)

What do you mean, ‘No’?! I don’t think you’re thinking this through correctly. I have no idea how much you get paid at your new job, but I doubt it’s enough to make turning down a quarter of a million dollars for eight hours of ‘work’ a sensible financial decision.

It’s not about the money? (Sigh) Of course it isn’t. Alright, I’m willing to answer any questions or concerns that you have.

(Pause)

No darling, this wouldn’t make you a sex worker. For that to be true, you’d have be doing a lot more than lying beside me. This is… well, I don’t know if there’s a term for it, exactly, but it’s definitely not that.

Yes, I understand that we’re not together anymore, truly. This isn’t an attempt to trick you into letting me back into your life, and I promise I’ll honor my word. One night of sleep, and you never have to see me again.

Five hundred thousand dollars. Final offer. Before you answer, try and visualize what that amount would look like if you had it in cash. That’s a pretty big pile of money, right? Enough to erase any misgivings you have?

(Pause)

No, again?! I can’t believe this. All I want is a restful night of sleep, but you can’t give me that, can you?

Fine. Fine. I didn’t want to go this far, but you leave me no choice. For sleeping in bed with me for one night, I will offer you the sum of one million--

Huh? What do you mean, you don’t want the money? Everyone wants money.

So, it feels ‘weird’ taking money from me. I thought this particular quirk of yours had died alongside our relationship. You’d always make such a fuss whenever I’d try to buy you designer clothes or a new car. Since we’re essentially strangers now, does it really matter anymore?

Look, if taking hard cash is such a problem, what about assets? This apartment is fine, but I could purchase a house--

Wait, what? You’ll do it? For free?

Well, I could have done without the overly dramatic sigh that preceded your acceptance of my proposal, but I’m overjoyed regardless. You do realize you could have named any amount of money and I would have happily paid you? This complete and utter lack of business sense, darling… well, it’s the reason I fell for you.

So, we should begin immediately. I want as much sleep as possible, after all.

No, I’m not sleeping with you here, as delightful as I find your little home. We’re going to my penthouse. The Bentley’s waiting outside.

You don’t need to bring anything with you, I’ve taken the liberty of purchasing toiletries for you ahead of time. Now all I need is you. Let’s go.

(SFX: Door opening and closing, walking down stairs outside into rain, car door opening and closing)

I’m sure you remember my driver, Cesar. I think he’s missed you just as much as I have, to be honest. You always got along so well with him.

Take us home, Cesar. And close the divider, please.

(SFX: Divider screen closing)

I have a lot of memories of the two of us in the back of this car. Some more… risqué than others. Soundproofing the passenger cabin was definitely a good choice…

I know nothing like that will happen tonight, of course. Forgive me for briefly reminiscing about the times we shared together. If you’d prefer a memory that’s more chaste, what about the long drive to the shareholder retreat that beautiful summer? You were so excited to get out of the city with me, your face pressed to the window like a golden retriever on it’s way to the dog park!

Well… yes, I suppose you’re right. That may be a less pleasant recollection for you than it is for me. I know you spent most of that week on your own in our hotel suite while I was busy with my presentations. I chose to prioritize my career over you. Not just on that occasion, either.

As much as it shattered my heart when you left, I understood your reasoning. Too often I expected you to follow patiently behind me and modify your life to suit my own. You deserved more attention and care.

I know this is a painful topic of conversation, but there’s a question that’s been tormenting me ever since we parted ways. Were… were you ever truly happy being with me?

I’m… that makes me feel so much better, darling. I was afraid your heart was always filled with resentment towards me. To know the love was real for both of us… it sets my mind at ease.

You know, my girlfriends all said you’d come crawling back as soon as you heard I’d surpassed the billion-dollar mark. I secretly hoped they were right, but you never even messaged me. I shouldn’t have been surprised, though. You never really cared about my money, even despite my best efforts to shower you with it. You seemed to find more value in who I am inside.

We’re home. I mean my home, of course. Although for tonight it’s ours, just like it was--

(Sigh) Yes, I know. This is a courtesy you’re generously providing. I shouldn’t romanticize this situation, as much as I yearn to. I apologize for letting my emotions get the better of me.

(SFX: Car door opening, footsteps)

Follow me to the elevator, I’m sure you remember the way.

(SFX: Elevator doors opening, then closing)

Press the ‘P’ button for me, since you’re closest. Almost insultingly close to the wall, in fact. I respect your desire for distance, physical or emotional, but you do understand we’re going to be in each other’s arms in just a few minutes, right?

Yes, I may have mentioned ‘lying besides each other’ earlier, but I’m going to need our usual bedtime routine in order to achieve the perfect night of rest I need for tomorrow. That means I want you to wrap your arms tight around me, then stroke my hair until I enter REM sleep. I’ll forego the forehead kisses and whispered ‘I love you’s, out of respect for your feelings.

Again with the frown? If this is too much for you, you’re more than welcome to leave. Cesar will return you to your apartment, and you can put this whole night behind you. Otherwise, could you please press the button for the penthouse? I’m starting to get cold.

(Pause)

(SFX: Elevator ding)

Thank you, darling. I’m grateful for your trust in me. I did mean what I said. One night, and then you’re free to forget about me entirely. If that’s your wish, of course.

(SFX Elevator doors opening)

Here we are. I haven’t made many changes to the decor, so I imagine it’s all familiar to you. The kitchen has a new--

Hmm? Oh, the photograph of you on the wall. Yes, I’ve been meaning to take that down ever since we ended things. I know it’s not really appropriate to keep images of your ex around after you’ve broken up. It’s because… um… well, I’ve had real trouble finding a handyman to remove it. The frame uses a special kind of wall attachment that requires specialist tools, and there’s trouble with the union. All normal problems, there’s no other reason it’s still there.

Why don’t you go to the bedroom? I’ve had some pajamas laid out for you. They’re silk; not really your taste, I know, but I think it’ll suit you perfectly. Just let me know when you’re changed.

(Pause)

(SFX: Door opening)

Oh… you look stunning in those pajamas, darling. The color complements your eyes perfectly, and the fit--

What? There was a bundle of cash in one of the pockets? That must be some kind of mistake. You were adamant you didn’t want to be paid for this, after all. Well, if you’re absolutely sure you don’t want to take it with you, then just leave the cash on the bedside table.

Into bed, please. I can’t bear to wait any longer for your arms around me.

(SFX; Sheets moving)

Closer to me, darling. I was very clear about my expectations, wasn’t I?

Better. Now, hold me tight while I lay my head on your chest, and…

(Deep Sigh) Mmm… perfection. Your body feels just the way it always used to. I’ve never felt safer or more comfortable than when I’m in your arms. Stroke my hair, please...

(Even Deeper Sigh) Oh… how many times have I dreamed of this in the past year? But this time, you’re really here with me.

I can already sleep overwhelming me. Usually reaching this state takes hours and at least six different medications, but with you… it’s natural.

I have an early start tomorrow, but you’re welcome to sleep for as long as you like. I’ve made sure there will be a car available to take you wherever you want to go. And… thank you, again. I needed this more than you can imagine.

(Sleepy Voice) I don’t think… I can stay awake for much longer. I feel so relaxed… I can’t even open my eyes…

Promise me you won’t let go of me tonight? I can’t bear the thought of waking to an empty bed again.

Mmm, I’m so grateful. You’ve always been so good to me, darling. I’ve missed you...

(Extremely Sleepy Voice) Sweet dreams, darling… I love you so much…

(SFX: Slow Breathing)

Heeelloouuu! I am back with something excitinggg!
Part 5 is finally here!

Well... Remember when I said this was originally supposed to be a three-part series?

...Yeah. We're apparently at seven now.

The script that was originally meant to become Part 5 ended up sitting at roughly 7,000 words of raw dialogue and a few stage directions in the end.

And with that, I eventuallyyy reached a point where cutting scenes would've hurt the story more than helped it.

So instead...
I did the only logical thing and added another episode...🙂

If you're a VA and would rather record them as one single audio, feel free to do so! That's actually how I originally envisioned it. Just be aware... it might become a very long recording.

This part also introduces Commander Storn, which I went back and forth on for a long time.
(He's the second voice for only this part!)

He's honestly one of the most interesting but at the same time complicated characters I've written. He's manipulative. He's convinced he's right. And he genuinely believes he saved the General.

I added him because the scripts are written from the Listener's perspective, and I can't just dump years of history into one conversation between Listener & General, without completely destroying the pacing lol.
Considering Storn though, I tried to reveal their relationship piece by piece through the way they speak to each other. Hopefully that worked!

I actually had wayyy too much fun writing Commander Storn lol.
Ironically, what I expected to be the hardest conversation in the entire series probablyyy ended up becoming my favorite scene to write so far!

Soo, with that being said, Part 5 now covers everything leading up to (and including) the confrontation with Commander Storn, while Part 6 picks up immediately afterwards.

The orphan storyline was another thing I hesitated to include.
Not because I didn't want to tell it. But because I knew it would raise questions I simply can't answer inside a one-sided roleplay script in just one go.
The General is an incredibly emotionally reserved character, and he wouldn't suddenly sit down and explain his entire past just because the Listener wants to hear it.
Sooo, I've tried to reveal those parts naturally, little by little, whenever they genuinely fit the story!

Lastly, I just want to say thank you. 🙏

Thank you to everyone who's been following this series from the beginning, or even if you only joined somewhere along the way! Every comment, piece of feedback and bit of excitement for the next part genuinely keeps me motivated to continue writing these scripts!

And to all the VAs who've already recorded fills of this series... thank you so much! You've all done an absolutely incredible job bringing the General to life! Hearing the same character interpreted in so many different ways while still feeling unmistakably like our General has honestly been one of the coolest parts of this whole project!

Now... Thankfully, splitting the script means I already have a head start on Part 6! Soo, it'll be up shortly! The rough dialogue and stage directions are already finished, and it mostly just needs a few touch-ups before it's ready to go! So stay tuned!

Alright... Enough talking...

Thank you all again, and I really hope you enjoy Part 5! 💕

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Word Count:
Pure Dialogue: 2,617
- Dialogue for the General: 2,120
- Dialogue for Commander Storn: 497

With Directions: 4,446
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Part.1 - Click me!

Part.2 - Click me!

Part.3 - Click me!

Part.4 - Click me!

Part.5 - You're already here!

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USAGE RULES:

--> Monetization is allowed!

- If you use or perform this script, please credit me, (u/SunnyCalathea on Reddit).

- Voice acting, audio adaptation, editing for pacing are okay.

- Minor wording adjustments for natural speech flow are okay.

- Pronoun changes are okay.

- Paywalls are okay (as long as I get access)

- Changing the core plot or emotional progression is not allowed.

- Removing credit or claiming authorship is not allowed.

- Reposting the script without attribution is not allowed.

- Feedback is always welcome!

If you decide to perform this, I’d really appreciate it if you could share a link to your recording. I’d love to hear how you bring it to life!

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PDF-File:
You can find this Script here!

--> The PDF version includes instructions highlighted in color for clarity.

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SIDE NOTES:

-  All pauses, SFX cues, and voice directions, including implied listener responses, are completely optional. Use them as a guide, not a rule!

- Note that (Stage directions & SFX cues) can also imply pauses, even though I’ve listed them separately.

- And when you voice it? Make yourself at home! When you step into the role, make it your own. There’s no wrong way to bring this character to life! I trust you to find what feels right! :)

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SCRIPT SPECIFIC NOTES:

- Feel free to play around with SFX throughout the training yard! Boots, armor, distant shouting, sparring swords, and marching soldiers help make the environment feel alive.

- During the confrontation with Commander Storn, neither character should really scream from my point of view. Their authority comes from control, not volume. Raised voices are perfectly fine, but both should remain composed.

- I intentionally left many of the emotional deliveries open to interpretation. Feel free to adjust pauses and emphasis naturally!

- Commander Storn should never sound cartoonishly evil. He genuinely believes everything he did was necessary. In his own mind, he saved the General's life.

- The Listener is physically present throughout the confrontation but remains completely silent. Please avoid inserting improvised Listener reactions or additional dialogue!

- Silence is one of the strongest tools in this script. Don't be afraid to let important moments breathe!

- If you combine Part 5 and Part 6 into a single audio file, I recommend a noticeable time skip!

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CHARACTER NOTES:

Commander Storn:
Commander Storn is the former General of Cavalry.

Decades ago, he helped build the military into what it is today and firmly believes that strength is created through hardship.

Storn is manipulative, calculating, and emotionally detached, but never malicious in his own eyes. He genuinely believes he saved the General by making him stronger.

Voice Direction:
- A deep male voice that preferably sounds older than the General
- Speaks with absolute confidence and rarely becomes emotional

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KEY:

[…] - Pauses

(…)  - Stage directions / SFX cues

*…*  - Voice direction

(#) – implied Listener’s replies

Bold Text – Emphasized spoken words

Italic & Bold Text – Commander Storn’s dialogue

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--> To improve readabilty, I'd recommend to use the PDF-Version of this script!

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LISTENER INTRO (POV SETUP):

Several weeks have passed since the General's emotional breakdown.

Life has slowly begun to settle into something... almost peaceful.

At home, he has changed in quiet ways. Sometimes he removes his glove without thinking. He drinks tea because you make it. Milo has somehow earned unrestricted access to his lap.

This morning, he left early for the training grounds.

Barely an hour later, an official military letter arrives.

The seal alone tells you it must be important.
Without thinking twice, you decide to bring it to him yourself.

Unfortunately...
Getting onto a military training ground turns out to be harder than expected.

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(Wide open military training grounds at early morning | Cold air, distant wind sweeping across the field | Boots hitting the dirt in steady rhythm | Sharp command calls echoing from the distance | Metal weapons clicking against racks | Several structured groups of officers training across the whole field)

[…]

(The General stands slightly apart from the formations, observing in silence | His hands relaxed, posture controlled, eyes scanning everything without urgency, watching and evaluating | Then heavy footsteps on dusty earth as he walks slowly across the yard and stops near a group of officers struggling with their timing | The General steps in without raising his voice | He adjusts one officer’s arm and stance precisely)

*Calm but precise | With quiet authority*
Your elbow is exposed in the transition.
Reset the movement.

[…]

There… see? You’re forcing power where you need control.

Try again.

[…] (The group repeats the motion | Metal clashing | It’s slightly cleaner now, but still uneven | One officer hesitates)

*Sharp*
Stop.

*Lowering his knowing tone*
You felt that hesitation.
Don’t ignore it.

Your timing is still off by half a beat.

[…]

And every time you defend…
…you retreat.

Why?

Do you think distance wins fights?

[…]

Sometimes the safest place… is one step closer.

*Calm command*
Now, try again.

[Medium Pause] (The group continues, and the shuffle of boots against the dry ground comes to a stop as the General interrupts them again)

*Firm*
Hold.

You… Step forward.

[…]

Draw your sword.

(A low but sharp scrape of a steel blade sliding out of its sheath)

Good.
I’ll keep my hands.

(The soldiers standing around exchange uneasy glances, then look back)

If you cannot win against an unarmed opponent… the weapon was never your advantage.

[…]

Too many soldiers mistake carrying a weapon for knowing how to use one.

A blade doesn’t make you dangerous.
It only extends the reach of the man holding it.

*Challenging*
Show me the man.

[…] (The soldier standing across from the General hesitates and gives him an uncertain look)

*Slightly impatient with a low chuckle*
…Well?

I’m waiting.

[…]

*Sharp and sudden*
Attack.

[Medium Pause] (Brief silence | Then the officer finally commits | Quick step forward and a blade cuts through the air in a direct strike towards the General’s centerline | The General doesn’t retreat immediately but waits just enough to let the officer fully commit to his attack | Then there’s a small shift in the General’s body and the blade passes where he was standing without resistance)

*Calm and observant*
Too early.

You’re reacting to where I was.
Not where I am.

[…]

*With an educational tone*
You decided your attack was correct before you saw what was in front of you.

You didn’t lose to your opponent. You lost to your own assumption.

Track me down.

[…]

*Cutting him off*
No. Don’t apologize. Learn.

(The General comes closer and gives the officer a pat on his leg)

*With a low and patient instructor voice*
Look. Your weight is sitting on your front foot.
That commits you before you’ve even made a decision.

Keep it centered.

Make me tell you where I’m going.

Don’t tell me first.

Now try again.

[Medium Pause] (The officer steadies his breathing | His stance is noticeably cleaner this time as he doesn’t rush to attack | Then he commits to a shorter and more controlled strike towards the General who slips just outside the blade’s line of attack and steps inside the officer’s guard | He briefly settles his hand against the officer’s shoulder and lightly hooks the officer’s leading foot with his own | The General’s next movement is almost invisible and the officer loses balance before he even understands why, forcing him to catch himself on one knee)

*Low and warmer*
Better.

*With approval*
See? You finally forced me to actually move.
That’s good.

[…]

*Dry*
Unfortunately… you forgot the ground.

You tried to stop a strike. Wrong priority.

*Sharper now*
Break my footing.
If I can’t stand… I can’t hit you.

[…]

(The General indicates with his hand where the officer’s stance failed)

*Lecturing tone*
Every fight begins here.

(A brief tap against the officer’s chest)

Not here.

(A light tap against the blade)

And certainly not here.

[…]

*A firm command*
Stand.

[…] (Feet shuffling as the officer rises again)

*With acknowledgement*
You’ve improved.

*Warning tone*
But you’re still readable.
In a real fight, that half-second is where you die.

Now. Return to formation.

[…] (The officers re-align)

You may continue.

[Longer Pause] (Boots shifting as the officers prepare to continue | The General quietly exhales once and turns slightly as if to move on to the next group | Suddenly, hurried footsteps approach him across the edge of the yard | A soldier enters the perimeter quickly and only slows down once he’s reached an acceptable distance to the General, saluting him now)

…Yes, Soldier?

[…]

*Slightly confused then dismissive*
Someone… wishes to see me?
That is not how this works. This is a training ground. Not a reception hall.

[…]

*Caught off guard then sharp*
-My what?
Repeat that.

[…]

I’m sorry… my wife?

[…]

I was not aware I had one.

[…]

Don’t tell me you let her pass the outer gate.

[…]

*Demanding*
A letter. Right. So, the guards turned her away as instructed. Then what?

[…]

*With a sharp exhale then scolding tone*
And that absurd claim was enough to convince you?
Since when do our security protocols rely on vague rumors and observations?

[…]

Soldier. That is a statement you validate with confirmation, not your gut feeling.

Which gate?

[…]

Was she escorted?

[…]

*Slightly relieved*
Good. Then no breach occurred.

[…]

*Quietly protective*
No report on this matter is necessary. She will not be questioned about this.
… Nor corrected.

[…]

No disciplinary action against the guards.

And certainly, none against her.

[…]

*Flat*
You acted within the limits of your assessment.
That will be the end of this matter.

[…]

Return to your duty. I will handle this from here.

[Long Pause] (The General starts moving toward the northern gate | A smaller iron side gate next to the large main entrance opens and closes | He slightly slows down as he spots the Listener waiting beyond the guard’s reach)

*Teasingly gruff | With a soft smirk in his voice*
So, you’re the reason I was pulled out of training. Thought so.

[…]

I was told you informed the guards you are my… wife?
That is a… very specific… choice of wording.
Do you have any idea what kind of position that puts them in?

[…] (#)

*Warm | Soft*
No, they cannot simply deny you. And they cannot ignore a claim like that without questioning it. So, they escorted you in.
*Slightly playful and teasing*
Which, I suppose, is the politest way someone has ever allowed my dear wife access to a military facility.

[…] (#)

*Gentle and soothing*
No… It’s okay. You’re not particularly in trouble.

Just… don’t repeat that word at a gate again.
Not without understanding what it implies for protocol.

[…]

*Drop to a deeper, lower, intense tone*
But… if you are going to use that title…
At least stay close enough for me to answer for it when used.

[…]

*Returning to the present emergency*
Now. What was urgent enough to pull you through a guarded gate and into a training ground?

[…] (#) (Fabric/Paper rustling as she pulls out a letter and holds it to him)

A letter? May I…?

[…] (#) (He gently takes it from her hand)

*Warm and tender | Almost a whisper*
Thank you.

[…] (He musters the letter)

A military stamp. Where did you get it from?

[…] (#)

*Slightly suspicious*
Strange. Letters like this aren’t usually delivered directly to my house. Let’s see…

(He opens the letter and unfolds the paper)

[…]

(As the General reads it quietly to himself, his soft smile begins to fade)

*Whispering in shock*
What…?

[…] (The warmth from his face has completely disappeared now | His jaw is snapped shut and the muscles along his jawline are clenching | A small rustle of paper as he grips the letter firmer now)

*Icy and dangerous as his anger locks in*
No… No, no, no.

*Fierce with quiet rage*
Who authorized this?

(Paper flipping aggressively)

You’ve got to be kidding me.

…He signed it.

(Paper flipping again)

*Gravelly whisper with hatred*
…Storn.

Of course. Of course it was Storn.

Gods. This man.

[…]

He has crossed the line this time.

[…] (#) (The General is already moving)

*Determined | Still calm but visibly tense*
I’ll explain on the way, but right now, I’m not leaving you out of my sight.
You’re coming with me.

[Small Pause] (#) (Footsteps on gravel as they start moving closer toward the inner gate and guards)

We’re heading to the Commander’s Post.
I will deal with Storn myself, but while we are there, I’m getting you an official warrant.

That way, you’ll be able to enter the military facilities safely without any trouble at all.

[Small Pause]

*To the guards | A sharp command with his voice raised*
Open the gate. Stand down until I return.

[…] (The sound of chains rattling and heavy wooden gates opening | The guards salute and the General turns his body back to face her | Then he gives her a look that lasts longer than intended | His anger toward Storn slightly fading as he quietly reads her posture now)

*Voice lowering immediately as he talks with her again | Soft and soothing*
You’re still standing like you’re waiting for permission to exist in this space.
…Relax your shoulders. It’s okay…

*Warm | With a satisfied smile in his voice*
There…That’s better.

Come on. Let’s go.

[…] (Footsteps on gravel as both start moving toward the exit gate | She slightly lags behind him | He realizes and immediately slows down until his pace matches hers | Then he tilts his head toward her)

*Observant*
That is too much distance between us.

*With a low, private chuckle*
You were bold enough to use my name to get inside. Don’t hide behind me now. Step up.
*With a lowered and deep tone*
A General’s wife belongs right beside him, not trailing in his shadow like a stranger.

[…] (#)

*With a breathless laugh at her protest*
What? You started this charade, not me.
You wanted my title at the gate, now stand next to the man who bears it. Keep pace.

[Brief Pause] (A heavy iron latch clicks and creaks open as the General pushes the exit gate wide open for her)

After you.

[Medium Pause] (A low, indistinct chatter from the guards fades in as they walk past the outer gate | As the guards turn to look at them, the Listener slightly tenses up and she shifts her gaze down | The General notices that immediately and steps up closer to shield her from their stares)

*Soft and protective*
Hey… eyes up here. You don’t owe these men an explanation, so don’t watch the ground as if you do. Let them look all they want. You have every right to be here.

[Medium Pause] (The gate closes | Chatter from the guards fades out | The sound of footsteps on gravel transitioning onto a stone path fills the silence as they leave the training yards behind)

*Genuine*
Regarding the letter… I apologize if my expression alarmed you back there.
It was not my intention…

[…] (#)

No, the household is perfectly safe. You did well to bring it directly to me.

[…]

*Going back to his frustration*
The issue lies with… Commander Storn.

*Reflective then flat*
You’ve probably never heard me mention him. I rarely do.
He… let’s say… trained me. People often assume that I admire him. I don’t.

(A distant whistle of the wind can be heard)

He has issued an order that directly contradicts my own.

[Brief Pause] (The Listener quietly slips her hand into his cloak | He stops talking as she tucks her cold fingers deeply into the folds of his warm cloak with a soft rustle of heavy wool fabric | He looks down at her)

[…]

* With a surprised huff | Soft and quietly attentive | Deeply touched*
…Cold hands?

(He doesn’t pull away)

*With a breathless chuckle*
You just slipped them straight into my cloak… Are you actually freezing, or is this your way of telling me to stop talking?

(He lets out a very quiet and slow exhale | His shoulders drop as some of the tension leaves his body | Then he shifts his hand inside the heavy fabric, reaching for her hand)

Wait… Let me… Your fingers are like ice.

(He wraps his hand around hers, squeezing tightly)

*Deeply intimate and warm*
There… Keep them like this. My hands are warm anyway…
The least they can do is be useful to you.

[Medium Pause] (He holds her gaze for a beat longer, then focuses back on the road)

*Trying to refocus on his anger*
About Storn…

He authorized a forced relocation of…
certain individuals… under my legal protection.
Entirely behind my back. Without my signature.

[…] (#)

Well… because he used to hold the title as the General of Cavalry before me, and he still believes his authority supersedes mine.

[…]

Discipline and order exist for a reason. When men begin to ignore them and do as they please, innocent people pay the price.
And I will not tolerate that kind of reckless behavior.

[…]

*Focused*
We are going to the Post to revoke his orders.

And since you are already by my side, I will have the scribes prepare your official papers today. I meant what I said. No more relying on lies to reach me in an emergency.

[…]

*Calmly strategic*
However, I would rather speak with Storn first, then we shall request your warrant.

[…]

*Softly grounding*
Come. The steps to the Post are just ahead. Stay close.

(Footsteps on stone path and the wind fade out~)

------------------------- TIME SKIP -------------------------

(~Footsteps on stone hallway floors and quiet chattering in the background fade in)

(Both are standing next to Commander Storn’s office now | His office door is open partially)

*Protective whisper*
Alright… you stay right here. I’ll be with you in a minute.

*Amused | Calling out casually through the open door*
Why? I’d like to finally meet her.

*Sharp and cold*
No.

*Provocative | With a smirk*
Come now.
I’ve heard enough about her already. Seems only fair.

You have no reason to know anything about her.

*Enjoying himself*
And yet I do. Interesting how that works.

[Medium Pause] (A heavy, tense silence | The General studies the Listener’s face as he’s weighing whether he should let her come along | Then he makes a decision)

*A low whisper to the Listener | dead-serious*
Listen… In that room, you do not speak unless I tell you to.

If at any point I tell you to leave… You leave. Do not argue.

*A little softer now*
And… One request.
No matter what you hear in there… Do not pity me.

Understood?

[…] (#)

Alright… Stay next to me.

[Medium Pause] (The General and the Listener enter Commander Storn’s office | The General closes the door behind them | Commander Storn sits behind a heavy oak desk with papers in front him | He doesn’t look up immediately and lets the silence stretch just long enough to assert dominance | When he finally raises his head, his eyes lock onto the Listener with a sharp and knowing smile)

*With a slow smirk as he looks up*
Ah…
So this is her.

[…]

*A dismissive and calculated insult*
Smaller than I expected-

*A lethal warning*
Finish that sentence.

[…]

Go on. Finish it.

*Calm*
I was making an observation.

You were about to make a mistake.

*Amused by the General’s anger*
Protective, are we?

We are not discussing her.

You transferred two children under my guardianship without authorization.
We are discussing that.

Straight to business.
Good.
Saves us both time.

*Low, unbendable command*
You are sending them back. Today.

Why? They’re just some children.

Exactly. They are just children.

Children without parents.
Without prospects.
And without a future.

[…]

I’ve read their files.
Four years in that orphanage.
Four years.
Nobody came for them.
Nobody adopted them.
Nobody wanted them.

[…]

Not even you.

Say that again.

What?

I want to make sure I heard you correctly.

Oh, you heard me.

Good. Then we’re only dealing with arrogance.
Not incompetence.

Still got a sharp tongue when you’re angry.

And you still mistake restraint for agreement.

You signed the guardianship papers and then left them in an orphanage.
You visited what?
Once?
Twice?

You know exactly why.

Do I?

You were given access to every report.
Every document and every recommendation.
You know the answer.

*With a dry and cold smile*
And yet they stayed there.

Because that was what was best for them.

Or what was easiest for you?

Be careful.

You spent four years paying for children who barely acknowledge your existence.

And that was my choice.

A strange one.

No. The strange choice was sending them to a military camp.

*Incredulous*
What? You think I’m wrong?
Those children have spent years rotting away in that place.
At least my camp gives their suffering a purpose.

Purpose.

Yes, purpose.
I provide them with food, with training, and with structure. I give them a future.

You gave them uniforms.

Useful uniforms.

Useful…?

You took two children.
Without informing their legal guardian.
Without informing the orphanage.
Without informing me.

And now you’d like to discuss usefulness?

The world outside these walls is cruel, and I teach them how to bite back.

I mean…
*Gesturing at the General’s uniform*
Look at you.
You’re the perfect example.

Do not compare me to them.

Why not?

Because they are children.

*Cutting deep*
So were you.

*Proud of his ‘creation’*
And look how well that turned out.

[…]

*Bitter and raw but calm*
Yes.
Look how well that turned out.

A twelve-year-old who learned how to stop crying because he was told it was weakness.
Who learned that grief was inefficiency, and exhaustion something to be proud of.

*Sarcastic*
You are correct. Look how well that turned out.

And yet it made you strong.

*Flat*
No.

It made me useful. There is a difference.

Useful enough to become General.

After you stopped being one.

[…]

*Narrowing his eyes | Tone hardening*
Still blaming me for that?

No. If I were still blaming you… You wouldn’t be sitting behind that desk.

Because personally…
If it had been my decision four years ago…
You would’ve retired alongside the rest of your command.

Be grateful the council was more forgiving than I am.

Watch yourself.

Your reports were incomplete.
The evacuation routes wrong and your intelligence outdated.

Because of that, civilians entered an active warzone.

A mother died.

Two children lost everything they had.

And you lost your command.

*Hissing through his teeth*
You think I don’t remember?

*Spitting back with disgust*
I think you remember exactly just enough to make excuses.

Without me, you’d still be some nobody swinging a sword in a training yard.

Without you, those children would still have a mother.

[…]

You are sending them back to the exact thing I pulled them out of.

It was four years ago.
Do you seriously think they still remember?

*Deep, breathless whisper*
You weren’t there.

God. Not this again.

You weren’t there.

You did not hear them.
You did not see them.
You did not carry them out of that field.

So do not stand there and tell me what they remember.

Because not even I forgot.

[…]

They watched their mother die.
Watched men kill each other in front of them.
They saw what war does.

And your solution is to hand them a sword.
Turn abandoned children into soldiers.

They’re young.
Young means adaptable.
Young means teachable.
Useful.

Young means they should not be learning how to kill people.

*With a scoff | mocking*
Oh, that’s a very noble speech.
Coming from the General of Cavalry himself.

*Tone dropping dangerously low*
Noble?
You mistake restraint for kindness.

And what you’re hearing is restraint.

[…]

You have interrupted me four times since I entered this office.
Questioned my authority. Insulted my legal wards.

And I allowed all of it.
*With pure hatred and disgust*
Because I wanted to know whether there was still enough judgment left in you to stop.

There isn’t.

[…]

So, listen carefully.
Because from this point onward, this is no longer a discussion.

Those children return to the orphanage.

And every order you signed is cancelled.
Every document revoked.
And every officer who received those orders will receive mine instead.

[…]

You will not interfere.
Nor appeal it.

Because I am no longer asking.
I am informing you.

[Medium Pause]

*Slow | A breathless gasp of manic satisfaction | With a proud and twisted smile spreading wide*
Ah…
There it is.

*Deeply admiring*
That’s my work right there.

I knew eventually you’d start thinking like a commander.
You may pretend otherwise… but everything standing in front of me…

I built.

That voice.
That look.
That restraint.

Do you hear yourself?
You don’t shout.
You don’t lose control.
You never have to.

One sentence… and everyone in the room knows exactly who commands it.

I taught you that.

[…]

*Nostalgic but with a soft and mocking laugh*
I remember when you could barely lift a practice sword.
You cried every time you lost.
Every. Single. Time.

*With victory in his eyes*
I took that weakness away from you.

I taught you discipline.
Taught you command.
Taught you to think before you felt.

To bury hesitation.
Make decisions no one else wanted to make.

And now look at you…

General of Cavalry.

Youngest in the kingdom.
Respected.
Feared.
Obeyed.

[…]

*Whispering like a dark, loving father*
Exactly as I intended.

(Commander Storn lets his gaze wander over to the Listener)

Even she looks at you differently now.

(Storn slowly looks back at the General)

You should thank me.

Because without me…
There wouldn’t be a man standing in front of me right now.
Only a frightened little boy.

[…]

You are everything I spent years building.

[…]

No.

You taught me how to survive.
That is not the same thing.

You made a decision four years ago.
And you are still trying to rewrite it into something it was not.

Your father would’ve-

*Loud snap*
Do not.

You have spoken enough.

The children return to the orphanage today.
Not tomorrow. Not after review. Today.

Every transfer you issued is revoked.
Every document associated with this project is destroyed.

And if anyone asks you why…
You will tell them the truth. That it is no longer yours to decide.

*Forcing Storn to submit*
Do you understand me, Commander?

[…]

*Sharp*
Answer.

[…]

*Defeated | Jaw clenched*
Yes… General.

[…]

Good.

Then we’re finished.

[…] (The General turns to leave)

*Quietly desperate*
You really would choose two orphaned children…
over everything we built?

[…]

I already have.
And I’d do it again.

You’re making a mistake.

No. I am correcting yours.

[…] (He opens the door now | Lets the Listener leave the room first, then he also steps outside and leaves Commander Storn’s office | Door closes | He doesn’t look at her and immediately walks down the hallway | She’s quietly following him on his side)

[Long Pause]

*With a long and heavy breath*
He talks too much… he always has…

(The Listener looks at him with a concerned expression on her face)

*A low plea*
Don’t.

You promised. No pity… remember?

[…]

*Quietly observant | Checking in on her mood*
…You’re awfully quiet. I expected questions.

(The General’s footsteps get slightly slower now)

*Soft with regret*
You weren’t meant to hear any of that. At least not like this.

[…]

He has always had a remarkable talent… for confusing provocation with conversation.
And as if that’s not enough, he also likes to have an audience.

[…] (He slows down once again | Then stopping in a hallway intersection)

*With an exhale | Returning professional, but still caring*
I’ll collect your warrant myself.
No point in making you wait through another hour of paperwork.

*Gentle*
You may head home. I’ll join you as soon as possible.

I intend to personally watch that every order has been revoked and the children have returned safely.

I signed my name beneath their guardianship after all.
That responsibility does not end until they’re home.

[Small Pause] (He looks at her with guilt in his eyes)

*Voice dropping to a fragile whisper*
…I owe you an explanation.

But not one given while walking through military corridors.
That deserves considerably more than a minute.

[…] (Footsteps approach the two | A lieutenant salutes him)

*Abruptly switching back to alert General*
Hold that thought. We have company.

[…] (The Lieutenant comes to a stop right in front of them)

*Crisp*
Lieutenant.

[…]

Report.

[…]

Tomorrow morning?

The High Council.

[…]

Important?

[…]

*Scoffing softly*
Of course, they didn’t specify.

[…]

Very well. Tell them I received the notice. You’re dismissed.

[…] (The Lieutenant leaves | The General turns back to her)

*Exhaling fully and turning his whole softer attention back*
My apologies.

[…]

*Struggling slightly | Vulnerable and warm tone*
I meant to say that…

I may be slightly later than intended.
…But I will come home.

[…]

*Direct and protective*
I’ll have someone escort you back.

[…] (#)

*Surprised*
…No?

*Firm*
I wasn’t exactly asking.

[…] (#)

This isn’t a game. My job is to eliminate risks, and right now, you walking back alone is a risk I am not comfortable taking.

[…] (#)

Don’t shake your head at me.
I am responsible for every life on this base, including yours.
Especially yours. So do not push me on this.

[…] (#)

…And there it is. That defiant little spark in your eyes.
God… It’s a miracle my men still think I’m in charge here.
You really love testing my patience, don’t you?

[…] (#)

*With a soft sigh*
…Fine.

*Stern but deeply caring*
But stay on the main road.
If anyone gives you trouble… mention my name.

[…] (#) (The General already slightly turns to leave)

*Pausing mid-turn | With a tender tone*
…And… Please… don’t wait up for me.

*Softly spoken*
I’ll be home as soon as I can.

 

Summary: The Speaker is a hardened mafia bruiser who wakes up in a hospital bed cuffed, injured, and deeply annoyed. His only company is a mute nurse who refuses to be intimidated by his reputation, even as hitmen close in on the hospital to finish him off. Forced into a high-stakes game of hide-and-seek, the speaker must transition from a wounded predator to a desperate protector, discovering that even a man would risk everything to keep a lonely star from going out. But… How did a mafia bruiser understand a mute nurse? Why is it a mute not specifically was assigned to a bruiser?

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Context: Being a member of a criminal organization in the Blackout City wasn’t exactly where you wanted to be, but hey, if life gives you lemons you’ve gotta do your best to make lemonade. But it certainly doesn’t help your blood pressure when your lover seems to be hellbent on gambling their life with risky jobs…

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[GENERAL AMBIENCE: Distant city sounds, rainfall]

[distant trudging sounds]

[door slides open]

“Ugh… stupid Cyber Police… when did they get a hacker like that on their side…”

“That’s gonna make our next job harder…”

[knocks some things over]

“Shit– owwww, ow ow ow! Fuck, they had to shoot a hole into my side… god fucking dammit… I hate those fucking laser guns… at least I’m not in danger of bleeding out…”

“... I hope they’re in bed already… man it’s dark in here, where’s the light…”

[mechanical sparking noise]

“... Uh oh.”

[whirring]

“C’mon, come ooooon, just– just hit the lights! Stupid arm, why– okay I know why, it took a few shots for me, but I just got maintenance on it!”

“I don’t want my little Spark to scold me a–”

[light clicks on in the middle of their sentence]

“... gain…”

[moment of silence]

“H-Hey little Spark…! I-It’s nearly Rising Hour, I thought you’d be asleep, um…”

[they gulp]

“... You uh… how long have you been sitting there?”

[pause]

“... Since you found out that I snuck out.”

“Ah… hahaha…”

“So um… h-have you slept at all…? I would hate for my little Spark to not take care of herself because–”

[listener throws a plastic water bottle at them]

“Gah!”

[loud crash]

“Ack! Hey! Don’t throw your water bottle at me! There’s still a hole in my side, dammit!”

[a pillow is thrown]

“Okay p-pillows are better, thank you– what do you mean I deserve to get something thrown at me tonight, what did I do?!”

[pause]

“I– okay I– Okay yes, I snuck out to participate in a super risky raid that didn’t even succeed, but still! Would you rather have me sit on my hands while the rest of the guys risk their lives–”

[pause]

“... Babe? Are you crying?”

[pause]

“Oh… oh no. Baby…”

[rustling]

“Shhh, sh-sh-shhhhh… it’s okay… it’s okay…”

“I’m sorry I can’t hug you properly right now… the police… they got a new hacker or something on their side. They broke through all your firewalls and busted my arm’s shield function…”

“But hey, it’s okay, here I am, see? I’m pretty busted up, but I’m alive, aren’t I?”

[pause]

“... Almost dying is part of the job. Death and I are good friends at this point. We both knew that when we were driven into this way of life.”

“What matters is that even though we failed the job… Everyone in the gang is still alive.”

“So… don’t cry. You aren’t getting rid of me that easily. I thought I made that clear when I spent nearly two years chasing after you?”

[pause]

“There we go. There’s that pretty smile of yours.”

[rolling chair rolls over]

(slightly flustered) “Uh– wound report? Wow, straight to business as always– Well, yes, the laser wound in my side, but that’s pretty much cauterized so it hurts like a Neurovirus but I’m not in danger of bleeding out…”

“Uhhh, I got hit with a riot stick here… yeah, I know it looks nasty, but I’m fine, it’s only… what, an inch away from my vital organs?”

[pause]

“Okayyy, okay, I’ll take this seriously…”

“But ah, I think the worst of it is…”

[mechanical creaking]

“... Sorry… I know you called it your masterpiece but…”

“... Do you mind working those talented mechanist hands of yours and fixing up my arm a little? I used it to tank a few lasers and one of them hit this doohickey here…”

[loud sparking]

[pause]

“Uh oh. I recognize that expression.”

”… That look of yours means that this component is either really rare, really expensive, or really hard to fix.”

”That’s not a good sign…”

[sparking, buzzing sounds]

“So… hypothetically, how long is this gonna take…?”

[toolbox opening]

“... Okay, so… how much is it… gonna cost to replace this part…?”

[long pause]

“... What.”

“Ha… haha… S-Sparks, you’re kidding, right…? Please tell me you’re kidding.”

[pause]

“Well fuck.”

“That much? Seriously? Where did we even get this thing in the first place if it costs nearly 40 million credits?!”

“We’ve been hacking into banks and breaking into penthouses for years and we’re nowhere near close to that number!”

[further tools clattering]

“... Oh yeah, we did raid that warehouse from H Corp that one time…”

“Those guys are literally known for their hologram tech, that ain’t surprising.”

“... What is this little thing usually used for?”

[pause]

“You’re shitting me. Interactive dance floors?! This thing has millions more uses than being a billionaire’s toy!”

“And– interactive advertising??? That’s such a waste of money! Just look at the defensive applications of it!!”

“Honestly… the rich have wayyyyy too much money.”

[pause]

“Heh. You’re right, that’s why the Sunrise Gang exists. I mean– they sure weren’t using their money on anything productive.”

[pause]

“Hang on, why was such a valuable part in a random warehouse near the docks? Surely they should have assigned more guards to it?”

[pause]

“Ah, yeah yeah, gift horse and all that, but seriously… talk about a stroke of luck. If I knew this tiny little thing was that valuable I probably would have sold it instead!”

“Fuck, no wonder you were so excited when I showed it to you…”

[wrench cranking]

“... It really is your best work, little Spark. I can’t count how many times that Holo Shield saved my ass.”

“Sucks that it’s apparently hackable, though.”

[further mechanical creaking]

“Uh oh. That’s not a good look on your face.”

“... I’m not gonna like what’s coming next, aren’t I?”

[mechanical whirring]

“What! Take it off?! But– c’mon, can’t you work on it now?!”

[pause]

“I-I’m not being a baby, it’s just that– detaching this thing hurts like hell, you know!”

[pause]

“... I– okay yes it does hurt right now because of the Nerve Sync system malfunctioning but– removing it is gonna be so much worse! C’mon, lil’ Spark, can’t you just work on it without detaching it?!”

[pause]

“... Nooooo, gaaaah, I don’t wanna…”

(muffled) “Uuuugh….”

[pause]

“... Yes, I’m done whining, just do it.”

[loud crank, sparks]

“OW, FUCK, SHIT, AH Fuckin…”

[mechanical clank as arm fully detaches]

“... God, if we weren’t Wanted Criminals I’d have upgraded ages ago… fuck that hurts…”

“N-Not that this arm isn’t a marvel! You did an amazing job on it, I promise!”

[chair rolling over]

“Eh? My wounds? Don’t you need to fix my arm?”

[pause]

“Oh come on, I said it was cauterized, didn’t I? Besides, I can fix this one by myself, it ain’t that hard to reach–”

[listener pushes them onto the couch]

“Gah!”

[pause]

“Baaabe… there’s no need to push me onto the couch, I was gonna just sit over there…”

[pause]

“No, I can reach it! It’s just… a little hard to see the exit wound…”

[pause]

“... Alright! Fine! You win! You can patch me up.”

[fabric rustling]

“... Man… every time I try to be cool in front of you it always falls apart.”

[pause]

“Oh come on! Just let me act like the cool and mysterious criminal I am! Do you know how embarrassing it feels when you drag me to maintenance in front of the rest of the gang? I’ve got street cred to maintain, Sparks!”

“And right now, even! How do you always manage to throw me off balance like this?!”

[pause]

(flustered) “Huh– wha– no! W-We don’t talk about the rolling cart incident! Th-That was your fault you know! How was I supposed to know that your tool cart would move?!”

[pause]

“My fault for leaning on it?! I was trying to flirt with you! You–”

[unintelligible flustered grumbling]

“... You’re so mean sometimes.”

[listener kisses them on the cheek]

“... Yes, I love you anyway. Much to my own detriment.”

“And– ow, shit– fuck that still hurts like hell…”

[bandages wrapping]

“Are you almost done? Please tell me you’re almost done…”

[pause]

“Phew… that… that feels better. Do we still have painkillers in the storage?”

[pause]

“Nah, I can handle the bruises on my own. You just work some magic on the cybernetics, okay?”

[pause]

“That’s my little spark.”

[they kiss the listener]

“... Y’know, maybe we should raid the H Corp offices directly.”

[listener throws another pillow at them]

“Whoa! Haha, I’ve learned your attack patterns–”

[the second pillow hits them]

“Mmph!”

[pillow falls]

“... You never expect the second pillow, huh…”

“... But seriously. If we want my arm’s shield function repaired… we might have to do a risky raid like that. You know that better than anyone, don’t you?”

[pause]

“Not right away, of course. This is the kind of thing that needs way more prep work than usual.”

“... And besides. After that disaster of a job I think we’ll need to lay low for a while.”

[fill a little bit of silence with mechanical sounds]

“... Hey, Sparks?”

[sounds pause]

“... Are you coming to bed?”

[pause]

“I mean… sure, my arm isn’t gonna fix itself, but… I know you were up all night waiting for me.”

“... And… I miss my cuddles.”

[rolling chair rolls]

“Oh come on, you can nag me, but I can’t nag you?”

“Just come to bed already… it’s not like the sun will rise in this godforsaken city anytime soon.”

[they kiss the listener once more]

“C’mon. It’s nice to sleep without the arm every now and then anyway.”

~END~

Thanks for reading!

I've posted like one video and It's like alright but It's my first time doing anything like this so I'm really open to advice, suggestions, feedbacks, and whatever of the sort!

Hey everyone,

​I'm an IT engineer and a former RP writer. I've been watching the massive spike in bot channels scraping VAs' audios, pitching them up, slapping an AI thumbnail on them, and re-uploading them to YouTube and TikTok for ad revenue.

​It’s incredibly frustrating that creators have to rely on their fans happening to stumble across a stolen video to know their IP was scraped.

​I'm currently prototyping a free Audio Reverse-Search Monitor specifically for the ASMR/Audio RP community to automate this.

​Here is how it would work:

​You upload a 10-second snippet of your unique audio (or connect your RSS feed).

​The tool uses basic acoustic fingerprinting to scan YouTube and TikTok once a week for matches.

​If it finds an unauthorized match, it alerts you and generates a pre-filled DMCA takedown template.

​Before I spend my weekend writing the backend code for this, I need to know if this actually solves the problem the way you need it solved.

​Questions for VAs and Writers:

​Where are you seeing the most stolen audio right now? (YouTube, TikTok, Spotify?)

​Would you be comfortable uploading a 10-second snippet to a free web app to generate the "fingerprint," or would you prefer to just drop in your YouTube links?

​What is the most painful part of issuing a DMCA right now?

​Let me know if this would actually save you time, or if I'm overcomplicating it. Tysm!