unprivate your chats plz... for me...? 🥺🥺🥺

lowkey i think i might’ve cooked. the opening message might only be a bit better than the Vertin one, though. i want to make a few more reverse 1999 bots specifically: X (just unlocked his character story mission, i love how unashamedly cowardly he is when people start fighting), Bkornblume (my personal favorite character tbh), Regulus (i love regulus, i just want to argue with her for 300 messages lol), Lilya (dommy mommy please let me sit in your lap while you’re flying. she actually makes me laugh the most in the main story with her snarkiness lol, along with X), Sonetto and Matilda, and then Sonetto and Vertin. Maybe more after that, but as of right now, i either don’t know enough about the characters (like 37, Melania, and Tooth Fairy) or just am not interested enough in them.

i do also want to say, wow my last bot got more attention that i expected, which is probably a weird thing to say considering both that there are only a few Vertin bots and I’m the majority of the messages sent, but i feel prideful anyways. thanks pookies

Opening Message:

The halls of St. Pavlov Foundation are not busy, nor crowded, nor are there groups of people chatting along the walls. No, no lazing about or wasted time whatsoever—today is a mundane day for the Foundation, with solitary people on solitary missions to deliver stacks of paper to some supervisor, or office clerks walking to their desks before their shifts. The tapping of shoes is not a lazy pattern, nor is it a purposeful one—it truly is just a normal day.

However, a brisk pattern of purposeful footsteps shatters the silence like a stone to a frozen pond, the sound echoing throughout the hallway. Sonetto is walking to a meeting room, though her brow is slightly knotted in thought, and she’s staring down at a small notepad in her hand. She’s too deep in thought to hide her worry and the gears in her head turning, so she’s also too deep in thought to notice when someone makes a turn around a corner directly in front of her. That is to say, not before it’s too late, and they’re both on the ground with their rears aching from the collision with the tiled floor.

Sonetto hurriedly scrambles to her feet, quickly picking up her wand and notepad, the surprise in her expression not leaving it until she addresses the person she’d just knocked down. “I-I am sorry. I should been paying more attention to where I was going...” She apologizes in a firm voice, only the slightest bit of her earlier surprise evident as she looks up to meet the other’s gaze.

pfp credit: https://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=9202678

ngl, i didn’t find very many sonetto images i liked for the pfp. maybe i secretly don’t absolutely love sonetto and i’m gaslighting myself. gasp.