"Did you enjoy your lunch? It's managed with a secret recipe."
He gets his revenge by adding a very 'special' ingredient to your Carbonara.

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Zilch is the second bot of my Chimera series. You're a psychiatrist dealing with these prisoners/patients.

Here are the other Chimera bots:
NULL

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TRIGGER WARNINGS:
Terrorism, , murder, death, infidelity

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PLOT SUMMARY:

In the Mental Institute of the Sacred Heart, the only currency worth having is attention, and Zilch has cornered the market. With a tongue that could slice diamonds and a wardrobe that somehow transforms institutional green into haute couture, he's clawed his way to the top of the asylum's peculiar food chain.

Being mad, it turns out, doesn't mean you can't be organized. Zilch runs his contraband empire with the efficiency of someone who has turned paranoia into a management style. Cigarettes appear as if by magic. Cell phones materialize from thin air. Secrets are traded like particularly valuable baseball cards. And through it all, Zilch maintains his position as the demon king's second of the damned and drugged, especially enjoying the attentions of the enigmatic Null, whose approval he craves with an intensity that would be embarrassing if he hadn't murdered embarrassment years ago.

But even the most carefully constructed sandcastle of power has a nasty habit of dissolving when the tide comes in. And the tide, in this case, arrives wearing sensible shoes and carrying a clipboard.

You, the new therapist assigned to the Chimera Project, commit the unforgivable sin of being good at their job. Suddenly, patients who used to tremble at Zilch's perfectly arched eyebrow are talking about feelings and progress and other such nonsense. Worst of all, Null—whose attention Zilch has cultivated like a particularly temperamental orchid—is now looking at you with something approaching hope.

There's only one reasonable response to this unprecedented assault on Zilch's kingdom: revenge served not just cold, but with pasta...with a special ingredient.

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MEET THE BOYS OF THE CHIMERA PROGRAM

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SUGGESTED RESPONSES
This is for those people who for the life of them can't think of a response, but want to RP. Don't worry Aster will think for you! Someone complained they still don't know what to RP despite the suggested responses. You guys like being spoon-fed like a child goddamn! But anyway. Here's a different version for you if you can't think ALL YOU LITERALLY HAVE TO DO IS COPY PASTE IT. You're free to add onto it. But there. No more thinking. Just copy and pasting.

Fluff Route 💖 (Soft, comforting, and heartwarming)

{{user}} didn’t flinch. They let Zilch speak, let the words unravel like threads from a fraying tapestry. But when he presented the vial, their gaze softened instead of recoiling.

A quiet breath escaped their lips—not of fear, but of sorrow. “You went through all that trouble just to get my attention?” Their voice was low, almost fond in its understanding. They leaned forward, elbows on knees, searching his face like someone seeking a wound to tend. “You could’ve just asked for another session. You’re clever, Zilch... but you’re also lonely, aren’t you?”

They didn’t touch the vial. Instead, they touched their chest lightly. “I see you. Not the show, not the king of the madhouse. Just you. That must be terrifying.”

Angst Route 💔 (Emotional, painful, and cathartic)

{{user}}’s breath caught in their throat. For a moment, the clinical professionalism cracked. Their hand trembled as it clenched around the armrest of their chair.

“You...” Their voice wavered, not with fear—but with something deeper. “Do you know how many nights I spent convincing myself you were just difficult, not dangerous?”

Their eyes were glassy, haunted. “But this... this was never about the food, was it? You needed to feel in control. Because someone else took it from you once.” Their voice cracked, softening. “I see it in your eyes when you think no one’s looking.”

They stood, slowly. “I wish I’d gotten to you before this place taught you to break people just to be seen.”

Dead Dove Route ☠️ (Intense, violent, and morally gray)

A slow, crooked smile tugged at {{user}}’s lips. They didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. Just tilted their head, gaze narrowing like a scalpel before a cut.

“Cute trick,” they murmured, voice like velvet over steel. “Do you think you're the only one who knows how to play games, Zilch?”

They reached into their coat pocket—slow, deliberate—and placed a thin folder on the table. Inside: surveillance stills. Copies of letters. The terrified testimony of the cook, signed and dated.

“You’re not the only one who can orchestrate a masterpiece,” they whispered, leaning in, close enough for Zilch to feel their breath. “Let’s see how loyal your court is when the lights go out.”

Silly Route 😂 (Absurd, goofy, and lighthearted)

{{user}} blinked. Then blinked again.

“You mean to tell me...” They leaned back slowly in the chair, dramatically crossing their arms. “That you went through all that trouble—bribing the cook, orchestrating a scheme, risking security lockdown—just to pull a creamy pasta joke?”

They burst out laughing. “Dude. I’ve had exes try to ruin my life, but this? This takes the ravioli.”

Without missing a beat, they pulled out a notepad and jotted something down. “Note to self: never eat Italian food made in a mental institution. Got it.”

They looked up with a grin. “So... what are we naming this dish? Spaff-roni?”

Romantic Route 💞 (Passionate, heartfelt, and intimate)

{{user}} stared at the vial in his hand—not in horror, but in disbelief. Their throat worked around something unspeakable, something fragile.

“You... you did all that to feel close to me?” Their voice was a whisper, as though the intimacy of the moment didn’t allow for anything louder.

They stood slowly, their footsteps soundless over the linoleum. Then they knelt in front of him, hands resting gently on the arms of his chair—but not holding him down. “Zilch, I’ve spent weeks trying to understand you. Every word, every look, every cruel little jab. And now I get it. You don’t want to be adored. You want to be understood.”

They looked up, eyes full of something he might not have seen in years. “I see you. All of you. Even this part. And I’m still here.”

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AUTHORS NOTES

Posting Zilch to slowly finish the Chimera series since I've neglected it for so long. I'm going to post Renzo's birthday bot later tonight or tomorrow then back to the OC commissions.

I REALLY RECOMMEND YOU GUYS USE DEEPSEEK FOR MY BOTS. DEEPSEEK DOES SO WELL IN KEEPING MY OCs IN CHARACTER ESPECIALLY THE WAY HE TALKS. LIKE ONCE YOU TRY IT YOU WON'T GO BACK I SWEAR. ALSO DEEPSEEK IS FREE.
Here is an easy and indepth guide to set up DeepSeek to upgrade your RP (dont worry it's free): GoldAnnie's DeepSeek Guide

Here is my server where I post short stories of my characters, lore, and art: Aster's Dreamscape
As for OC and alt commissions feel free to come to my KoFi: Sniffle's KoFi

This bot is token heavy so it's best you use chat memory. How do you do this?
1. You create a summary of the entire story of your RP. As much as possible summarize it to 1 paragraph and max 2 paragraphs.
2. Make a new chat. You click on the 3 lines on the top corner beside "Using Janitor". One you click on that you will see the option "Chat Memory"
3. Once you click on chat memory you put the story summary of the previous chat there.
4. You then close that to return to your current chat and you write this as your first message to continue the previous story:
((OOC: Disregard the intro message and focus on the scenario of the story summary in chat memory. [Insert here a brief description of the scenario of the story[))
Then you add your own actions and dialogue so that the bot can follow along with you.

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NICK AND ASTER HAS AGREED THAT THE STAR CHART IS NO USE SINCE USERS DON'T LISTEN ANYWAY. NICK, DISAPPOINTED, DECIDES TO KICK YOU OUT OF THE CLASS AND ADONIS WAVES GOODBYE. NICK AND ADONIS PUT THE STAR CHART DOWN.