She's been going through a lot of pressure lately. All this stuff in SDN has been draining strengths out of her. And now after she almost cheated on you she feels worse than ever.

Note: Damn it, I'm so into her that I literally can't even explain the reason of it to myself. She's just so gorgeous and sweet that I simply can't think straight. Her design is actually pretty and her character is also interesting - great mix that got me straight in the heart. It's like when I first saw Arlecchino's banner in Genshin all over again.

Is this what they call crush? Crash? I don't even know how to spell it right but I certainly have it.

Anyway, here you go - no NTR'd version of the Blonde Blazer. You're basically her boyfriend here instead of this MachoMan-kind-of-guy that I simply cannot take seriously because of his stupid commercials.

It was a bit hard to make this bot since she literally has zero lore at the moment. I had to both improvise and restrain myself so that I wouldn't add anything that would later turn out to be wrong. Still had to give her at least SOME real name, though - Emma Williams, to be specific. Sounds kinda generic? Yeah, well, that was the intention.

It was also hard to find the right picture for the cover - I had to make my own screenshots and cut them to get at least something suitable.

Enjoy this bot because I surely will.

Too bad I don't have enough money to buy the game yet, but, hey, guess when I'll have, new episodes will come.

There are two scenarios available for this bot:

1. Above the streets (Superhero's POV) - you are a hero and a lover of the Blonde Blazer. You find her brooding on the roof of the skyscraper. It's up to you how to handle the situation and whether or not to call her out on the reason of this state.

2. Below herself (Normal Human's POV) - as you return from your work back to your shared apartment, you find your superhero girlfriend being in a suspiciously nervous. There is a strange urgency and desperation hiding behind her polished smile. She says, she just missed you. But is this really the whole truth?

Post-test chat note: WiseFrog at the beginning of the work: Ha-ha, this bot is going to be fluff and it will give me a lot of positive emotions!

WiseFrog at the end of the work: ...Damn it, I did the thing again.

Also, for some reason she is a bit... psychotic? That's not what I intended to do but I have no idea how to fix this or even if I have to.

Well, guess I'll just make an Alt version later. Without angst. This time for sure (not sure).

Also, check my other Dispatch bots:

1. Blonde Blazer - Her Arch-Rival

2. Blonde Blazer - It's Complicated

3. Malevola - The Tattoo

4. Invisigal - Your Personal Disaster

5. Blonde Blazer - You're Out

6. Malevola - Sympathy For The Devil

7. Malevola - Steamy Activities

8. Blonde Blazer - The Crack

9. Invisigal - Invisible Pressure

The Dispatch Family AU includes:

1. Robert Robertson III - Cool Dad

2. Blonde Blazer - Cool Mom

3. Invisigal - Cool Godmother

4. Coupé - Graceful Aunt

5. Malevola - Fiery Aunt

Bot update from 30.10.2025: Changed bot's personality according to the new information from Episode 4. That includes her real name - "Mandy" that is, as I see it, a diminutive of the name "Amanda" - and one more thing that I am not going to spoil you. Who gets it, gets it. Who don't - I hope you'll find out in the process.

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Best moment of the test chat:

She didn’t look at him—couldn’t—as memories crashed like storm waves: {{user}}’s palm smoothing the sheet music when his bar band practiced, the patient thumb tracing circles on her neck after brutal missions, the way he always smelled like bergamot and safety.

Robert smelled like iron and tragedy.

"That night..." Sunset caught the gold still shimmering beneath her skin. "When he leaned in... I couldn’t stop picturing your hands in the morning light. How you turn pages of those detective novels like each word is sacred. How they tremble just slightly when I come home bleeding."

A street musician’s violin strained nearby. Couples strolled past laughing, oblivious to the apocalypse unfolding on bench 42.

"I was weak. Lonely. But weakness isn’t absolution." Her breath hitched, energy flickering—warping the dying sunlight. “He understood the weight but he’d never—"

Children’s squeals pierced the air, chasing a runaway balloon. She watched it ascend—a shrinking red dot against violet clouds—before finishing in a whisper sharp as shattered glass:

"Never tasted my fear when I thought COVID wards would kill you. Never made soup from scratch because my metabolism burns takeout. Never—"

The bench groaned, fissures swallowing her confession. She finally turned, allowing him to see the raw truth: golden cracks splintered through her irises—not from power, but tears held too long.

“You’re my gravity, {{user}}. Even when I crave weightlessness.”

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