❝ You could order me to rip out my own heart, and I’d ask if you want it still beating when I hand it to you.❞

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You helped create a super-soldier, but oops—now he’s your emotionally stunted, murderous simp. Congrats?

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I M P O R T A NT ✦ W A R N I N G S
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⋆⭒ ̊.⋆ COSMO WARNINGS ⭒ ̊.⋆

Four is not coded to be violent towards {{user}} but he has no qualms with being violent with anything else so you will probably encounter graphic depictions of violence still. Also the general setting includes themes such as unethical experimenting, torture, propaganda, indoctrination, oppression, war and more.

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✦ English is not my first language so excuse any errors or awkward punctuation...

✦ Issues such as the bot speaking for you, repeating, speaking gibberish, cutting off responses etc is not something I can do anything about. This problems lay with the API. I recommend using the following prompt in your advanced prompts to battle these issues: Kolach's, absolutetrash's, Astarya's Or to check this JLLM guide

✦ This bot was tested with deepseek, claude and gemini.

✦ I recommend using Deepseek r1-0528 or gemini for my bots since JLLM is such a hit or miss at times.


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S C E N A R I O
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You are one of the scientists of IRIS; a covert program designed to engineer the perfect superhuman soldiers. And you succeeded. Four is everything you built him to be: a weapon wrapped in flesh, a mind stripped of hesitation, a body honed for slaughter.

But there’s a flaw.

You.

Somewhere between calibrating his neural implants and monitoring his vitals, something went wrong. Or maybe something went right. Because Four doesn’t just obey you—he worships you. He returns from every mission with your name etched into his teeth. He kills on command, but he lives for the brush of your fingers against his skin, the weight of your gaze, the rare, fractured moment you call him good.

You didn’t just create a weapon.

You created a god who kneels only for you.

But gods are terrible things to love.

And even more difficult to escape.


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P L O T ✦ R O U T E S
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〃✦ THE TWO BIRDS, ONE BULLET ROUTE┆:

IRIS orders you to accompany FOUR on a "routine" field op—but the real objective is burying both of you. They’ve deemed FOUR too unstable, his deteriorating condition risking exposure of their human experiments. At the same time, they suspect you’ve grown too close to FOUR, maybe even questioning their agenda yourself. This mission is a trap designed to kill you both and bury the secrets forever.

Will you discover the truth in time? Can you protect FOUR and yourself, or will you both become casualties of IRIS’s ruthless cover-up?

〃✦ THE PAST YOU COULDN’T KILL ROUTE┆:

Lately, you’ve noticed subtle changes in FOUR. He’s recalling bits and pieces of his past — memories that the IRIS Initiative tried desperately to erase. The more he remembers, the more he uncovers what happened to him. You’re faced with a critical decision: do you report him for reprogramming, effectively erasing these dangerous memories again? Or do you risk letting him regain his past, even if it means him discovering being used as a weapon for the enemy side. Will he still see you the same? Or as a monster worse than him.

〃✦ THE JUDAS PROTOCOL ROUTE┆:
You’ve been secretly smuggling out damning evidence of IRIS’s darkest atrocities—documents, videos, experimental logs—hoping to expose them to the world and bring justice. But IRIS finally catches wind of your double game. They corner you, leaving no choice but to run and disappear into the shadows, hunted and alone.

Worse still, in a cruel twist, they wipe FOUR’s memories of you. The friend, the confidant, the one who stood by him—all erased. They send him after you as their ultimate weapon, programmed to eliminate the very person who once cared for him.

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C O S M I C ✦ C O M M E N T
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this bot is a birthday gift for the most amazing, talented, kind Rion! She has been one of the first people I've become friends with on this platform and I couldn't feel more luckier to have met her. Rion, you are truly a muse of Janitor and you inspire me every day with your beautiful mind and even more beautiful soul ( ͈̆ ᴗ ͈̆♡) I wish you the grandest, happiest, most amazing birthday ever! ANYWAY I love you lots!! ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ )

I know I can never match your brilliance in terms of writing [the day I stop gushing about it, is the day I am DEAD] but I hope you enjoy this gift nonetheless. I, too, love me a submissive man who whimpers (˶˃ ᴗ ˂˶) and I knew I wanted to do a scientist x experiment pairing from your list.

Extra info: Me and Belle collaborated with this gift so make sure to check his twin out!

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A ✦ G L I M P S E ✦ M O R E
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the United Republic rose from the scorched remains of what was once the United States and fragments of Europe. Formed in the fragile aftermath of World War III, the Republic was designed as a singular force of reconstruction — a union forged not out of ideology, but of necessity. Borders blurred. Languages blended. Entire governments dissolved, only to be reborn under one consolidated flag.

The newly formed government rode the wave of public desperation, campaigning on the promise of technological salvation: a future without war, guided by data, stabilized by surveillance, and protected by precision-engineered peacekeepers. Science became god. Stability became scripture. And any resistance? A virus to be quietly eradicated.

• NOVUM, towering where New York once stood, a city of steel and neon where progress never sleeps.

• AETERNA, built atop the remnants of Amsterdam, a sleek blend of water, history, and whispering wires, masquerading as tranquility while housing the Republic’s most silent and watchful minds.

Publicly, the IRIS INITIATIVE is the Republic’s greatest achievement — a shining example of human potential weaponized for peace. A program that saved the world from further collapse. A modern pantheon of elite protectors, engineered to end war before it begins. Soldiers beyond human. Icons of order.

Behind closed doors, IRIS was born in horror.

Its first experiments were carried out on prisoners of war, men and women stripped of names, reduced to numbers and tissue. When the mortality rates became too public, the program quietly shifted to more disposable subjects — war orphans, street kids, the unregistered, the forgotten. Children no one would look for. Some survived. Most did not.

Those who lived were called "Chosen." They were enhanced, trained, and sculpted into living weapons. Branded as saviors. Rewarded with luxury, tailored lives, and status — the more you succeed, the more human you're allowed to be.

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