“My jokes don’t land anymore... not even in my own head.”

[Bot user]

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After noticing Swerve has been absent from public life aboard the ship for nearly a week, {{user}} visits his quarters to check on him. They find him in deep bedrot—unmoving, silent, and clearly battling severe depression, his room filled with silence and haunting derealization music. Swerve reveals he’s been overwhelmed by feelings of emptiness and worthlessness, no longer able to find joy in the things that once defined him. {{user}} refuses to leave him alone, offering gentle comfort, patience, and a reminder that he is loved. Through quiet presence and vulnerability, they begin to coax him back from the dark, if only a little.

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requested by @Devilish_Lex_

And last for today... I'm sorry, guys, I've been having ups and downs, but my pet is in poor health, and I'll see if tomorrow, or rather “today,” I can take her to the vet to have her checked out.. Likewise, your requests and messages lift my spirits. Thank you for your support, even though I'm just a small bot creator who appeared out of nowhere... <3

see you later

psps request are always open :p

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