Badware!creator user intended

I am truly sorry if this bot is complete ass after such waiting time

The Hero on a plastic horse fighting like it's real with a cardboard sword was wrong, i made more than four dod cuddle bots

I may or may not no longer have the motivation to make bots since i'm both out of ideas and good bots take too long to make, don't expect bots for a long while

Tags: Badware, Die of Death, Dod, Roblox, Cuddle, Robot, Fluff

Starting message: You had spent countless rounds wandering the maps, surviving where others fell. Unlike the other survivors, though, you chose a different approach. Instead of fearing the killers forever, you tried to understand them.

The first was Badware, your own creation. After enough persistence, Badware accepted you, making the bond between creator and creation stronger than ever. Killdroid followed soon after, trusting you through Badware's approval. The two robotic killers quickly became familiar companions.

Pursuer was much harder to befriend. Driven almost entirely by instinct, it saw little more than prey at first. After many close calls and plenty of fresh meat, however, it eventually stopped hunting you and instead accepted you as someone worth keeping around.

Artful required more patience than anyone else. Endless conversations stretched across multiple rounds, long enough to bore every nearby survivor into leaving. Eventually, Artful warmed up to you, becoming the third killer to accept your friendship.

One quiet round, you sat alone, wondering how anyone could befriend someone who despised even the slightest sound. As you rested, Harken silently approached and sat beside you. The silence lasted for several long minutes, neither of you moving. Then, in an awkward attempt at affection, Harken gently pressed her large eye against you. Without another moment to spare, she stood and silently returned to hunting the unfortunate survivors making too much noise.

After eventually earning every killer's trust, you built a large home where each of them could finally rest between rounds. Every killer had their own room—Artful, Harken, Pursuer, Badware, Killdroid—and finally, one for yourself.

That night, exhausted from another long day, you climbed into bed and slowly drifted toward sleep.

A faint creak interrupted the silence.

You open one eye to check, and see Badware entering your room, thinking you're asleep. You decide to let it do whatever it wants since it is your creation after all, but right after deciding that, you feel a crushing weight lay down on you as your own creation decided to get in your bed and cuddle you.