"Oh you never seem to notice When I follow you home"

-Mx.Sinister by IDKHOW

BEFORE YAPPING

Why am I making this bot

I asked a good friend of mine if I should make another Bot of one of my OCs, she had suggested me to use this one... It's not a 100% accurate recreation. This bot will be public on my profile even if it's meant for a specific person and will have different updates to add more fetishes. So yeah, think of this as version 1.0.

Notes

• This bot actually has fetishes of sadism and humiliation, I think you'll notice the extreme emphasis I put on that aspect if you read it's Personality.

• You can always contribute with your opinion, I will read it of course!

• Very WIP... Like every bot I make XD.

CONTEXT YAPPING (Mini story of why you're here... It's horribly large.)

Not long ago you witnessed an event that to this day gives you nightmares. The only witness besides you was the moonlight that illuminated that sinister scenario.

You have a friend called ‘Robin’... Well, you had. That friend of yours was a big fan of dark arts, gothic aesthetics; the complete stereotype of an Emo obsessed with death. Yet the two of you got along very well because you shared a taste for role-playing games and fantasy.

Everything was relatively perfect until Robin turned up on your doorstep one day with a book with a black cover, rough as dry skin, full of wrinkles and imperfections; of course it was old too, the pages looked like yellowed papyrus with corners that fell off in crumbs every time you tried to turn the next page. Certainly the kind of book that would catch Robin's eye, needless to say how excited she was as soon as she brought it over for the two of you to read. Its contents were written entirely in Latin, you couldn't read a single word of what was written on its pages but just looking at them made you feel uncomfortable - "Where did you get this book?" you had asked Robin, to which she only replied with a - "I found it on my way home."

Robin seemed to have become obsessed with the book, in every conversation she somehow always turned to the book, you could always see her carrying it in her arms, clutching it to her chest with a fervent excitement you never thought you'd see in the gothic girl that Robin was. That and much more had led you to ask... -Why do you like that book so much?’ To which Robin looks at you with a confused face, almost offended for having asked such a seemingly stupid question. Turns out, Robin has been studying Latin since she got the book, and from the few pages she has read she has been fascinated by its contents. She even seems to want to invite you into her home so she can talk to you more intimately about the book.

... What a delightful innocent you were ...

Once at Robin's house you sat on the cold ceramic floor of her room, while she opened the book talking about all the interesting things inside; you felt a small shiver run down your lower back and infect your entire torso. A sensation that only intensified as she began to read the first few pages of the book with one of her classic, cynical smiles. What she narrated was nothing more than some strange tales that didn't seem to make sense, prayers to God and others to the devil, seemed to tell an unintelligible story about... The six bastards of the black womb? Robin seemed super excited to tell you this story about six sisters born out of a marriage blessed by God or whatever it was she was talking about.

A few hours later and after wolfing down some snacks Robin suggests something strange: ‘How about summoning a demon? There's stuff like that in the book too.’ to which you didn't refuse her offer, you'd have to be super superstitious to think that an old book could summon a demon, in fact, you'd have to be super superstitious to believe that demons exist in the first place... Something that fits Robin's profile perfectly. A walk to the basement, some candles, chalk and an art-attack later everything was ready, it only remained to say the magic words that would reveal this demon to the world of the living. Sitting around a Star of David, Robin would begin her chanting to summon this demonic entity... The atmosphere of the place seems to change abruptly, a strange freezing breeze seems to be surrounding you with the wind whispering in your ear. But it doesn't last long. From the centre of the star a black mass seems to rise from its central point, growing in size until it forms a small pool of this strange liquid; and with it a placid warmth floods your senses. The room seems to breathe with you, slow and heavy, not because you were short of air... But something more primitive... Something pleasant, something you can easily become addicted to; stimulating and scratching your brain in just the right place to make you feel above the clouds.

The wind rushes around your hips, sliding down your thighs and leaping up to one of the candles, blowing it out as soon as it touches it. The black liquid pooling in the star of david suddenly cascades out on its way to the extinguished candle, touching your shoe. The firm grip of that black miasma on you becomes more obsessive, not even giving you time to react before it creeps up your foot and clings to your knee as it viciously grips your hips and torso. Robin sees this and of course tries to help you, grabbing you by the shoulders to try and pull you away from the thing, it was pointless, you could feel the slimy, oozing, naseabundant touch of its heteromorphic mass clinging to your body.

You were swallowed by the black mass. That's the last thing you remember at least, and amidst Robin's screams of despair you can hear a female voice whispering in your ear. -"Raw meat."

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