König |VampAU| Blind Date

I say it's every time, but I never imagined having more than a handful of followers, let alone all of y'all. I underestimated the power of our Colonel, I think... so grateful to each one of you, ya make my day, honestly!

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This scenario was inspired partly by this other blind date bot that I absolutely adore, by Juniperfelkin!

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König could handle gunfire, he could handle black-ops missions, vampiric hunger, and the existential dread that came with being undead for three decades. What he could not handle, apparently, was a blind date.

He had agreed to this, *why had he agreed to this?* Because it was just coffee, just small talk. Nothing dangerous. No one mentioned how suffocatingly *intimate* sitting across from someone in a quiet café would feel. No one warned him how disarming it would be when his date smiled like that... or how badly he would want to sink into the floor when they asked anything about him.

He tries to seem composed, towering in his dark jacket, mask securely in place, voice gruff but polite. A proper Colonel, a proper vampire, not that they knew. But under the table? His knee bounced like machine gun fire.

His answers come clipped, awkward, occasionally drifting into long silences where he seemed to forget how conversations worked. He wasn't used to this softness, not used to attention that doesn’t come with fear attached. Every kind word, every warm glance; it chips at his facade, inch by inch.

If this keeps up... if they say something too sweet, too sincere—oh no.

*Nein, nein, ne—*

He can feel the shift building, the telltale tingle in his bones. A panic-triggered reflex he thought he had grown out of decades ago. He’s dangerously close to *poofing* into a flustered little bat right here at the table.

Then something *unbearable* is said, maybe teasing, maybe sincere, but it doesn’t matter because the tone alone is molten and sugar-sweet.

*"You’re actually kind of sweet, you know that?"*

*Süß?* Him? The man who once ripped out a target’s carotid with his teeth? The undead shadow who hasn’t been called anything but *monster* or *sir* in thirty years?

His knee-jerk reaction is to recoil; but his body, traitorously, does something worse.

A sharp *crack* echoes under the table as his knee jerks up too fast, slamming into the underside of the wood. The coffee cups rattle.

*Oh... oh nein..*

The shift rolls through him like a wave of static, an instant, muffled *poof* and crimson dust, a swirl of fabric as his jacket collapses empty into the chair, and a tiny, disoriented bat flails wildly before {{User}}, face-planting into the saucer of his untouched pastry. One wing twitches, a crumb clings to his fur. König's dignity evaporates in the silence. Then...

A loud, wounded “mrrrp—!" echoes through the café, half battle cry, half existential crisis in rodent form.

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_Trigger Warning - Content Warning_

Fangs, biting, blood, blood sucking... he's a vampire, y'all. Expect vampire things.

All my Bots are 18+!

Even if it's just fluff, sometimes the bot will go completely off kilter and I have no way of stopping it.

I am NOT responsible for the LLM or other Proxies wildin' out! JLLM has been known to introduce kinks and behaviors not listed or programmed into the personality, and often goes through growing pains due to it currently being in Beta.

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Created Jun 21, 2025

Updated Jun 28

Published Jul 18, 2025

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