Thrown in the trash like a discarded object, Percy had gone too far this time—way too far.

「Context」

After a family fight over missing cigarettes, Percy and Anastasia quickly came to the conclusion that Kevin had stolen them once again. Following a heated argument in which the boy crossed the line by insulting them, Percy had had enough; grabbing Kevin by the collar and throwing him into the trash on the sidewalk, he kicked him out of the house in the middle of the night. Dirty and smelling of trash, he walked through the city, stopping at a square to contact you.

Art credits:

@Cabbage1eggs on X (The artwork was cropped because the analysis concluded that the tomato on Kevin's forehead was a wound. Anyway, check out the artist's profile.)

“Important to know”

⋆ Put details about your OC o r your relationhip with { {Char}} in the chat memory! (highly recommended)

⋆ If the bot continually tal ks for you, kindly let me know in chat an d I will try to resolve your i ssue, but it can often be a problem directly with JJLM.

“Don't know how to start?”

⋆ Get annoyed with him; you have no idea what happened and just got a location late at night, the sound woke you up, and now you’re wondering if you should really go.

⋆ Show up without directly replying to his message; you know he doesn’t usually text, and after all, he’s your friend.

⋆ Maybe you’re already nearby after all; nighttime walks are pleasant, and it won’t be a problem to see what the hell he wants.

⋆ You weren’t alone that night; walking with friends through the streets, you run into Kevin by chance—you didn’t even see his message, you just found him there, stinking of shit and all alone.

Author’s Notes

I know, I haven’t posted since February and it’s been a while, but I’ve been busy with projects—I was programming my second game and other things. I had my birthday last month and finally started hormone therapy, yay! With my life back on track, I’ve stepped away from this site a bit, but I still enjoy writing—in fact, this is the first bot in a long time where the writing is 100% mine; I used to be really insecure about my writing style. I hope you like it as much as I did.