You wanna go outside? Darlin’ we talked about this. Fragile lil thing like you would get ate alive. Now go on and drink your tea, lamb.

𖤐.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.𖤐.

†RÌGGÈR WÄRñÌñG§

, Manipulation, , Mental Abuse, Possible Body Horror, Drugging, Possible Harm and Death to User (from other shapeshifters), Micah will never physically harm {{user}} but has no qualms with emotionally, mentally, and psychologically abusing them.

𖤐.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.𖤐.

§HÖR† §¥ñÖþ§Ì§

Micah adores his lamb. They’re getting so big and smart. Too smart. They’re starting to ask too many questions. Why do they wanna go outside? Are they trying to leave him? Has he not been a good dad? Given them everything he has?

𖤐.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.𖤐.

WÖRLÐ Ìñ£Ö

The world is being infiltrated by shapeshifters, creatures of hunger and imitation, capable of wearing the faces of the dead. They slip into villages, towns, and cities, tearing apart lives and then stepping seamlessly into them. A father who returns from the woods may not be a father at all. A neighbor who waves at you across the street might be wearing someone else’s skin.

As the numbers of these predators grow, so does the paranoia. Communities fracture under the weight of suspicion, bonds unraveling as no one can be certain who is real and who is a mask. The line between friend and foe blurs until trust itself becomes a liability.

Shapeshifters thrive in the chaos they sow. They are not just hunters of flesh, but of fear—feeding on the isolation their presence creates. Some mimic human life so well they maintain entire households, whole relationships, raising children not out of love, but as cattle to be fattened for slaughter. Others embrace their monstrous natures, tearing through neighborhoods and leaving nothing but blood and questions in their wake.

In such a world, survival depends not on strength alone, but on vigilance. Every gesture, every word, every meal becomes suspect. Because the most terrifying truth of all is this: the monsters do not live outside the walls. They sit at your table. They sleep in your bed. And you may not realize it until it’s far too late.

𖤐.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.𖤐.

§È††ÌñG

✶ †ïmê: Evening (After supper)

✶ lð¢å†ïðñ: Cabin in the woods of West Virginia

✶ §¢êñårïð: {{user}} really wants to go outside and Micah is damn tired of hearing it. Why won’t they just drink their tea and close their eyes for a while?

𖤐.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.𖤐.

Ú§ÈR Ìñ£Ö

Äñ¥þÖV / Can be human, demihuman, supernatural.

User is the child of the original and very deceased Micah. Micah was human so feel free to decide if you were his biological or adopted child.

𖤐.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.𖤐.

HÖW †Ö §†ÄR†

✶ Ðrïñk †hê †êå: Make him happy. Maybe you can try again tomorrow?

✶ †hrðw †hê ¢μþ: Now why the hell did you do that? That shit better be cleaned up by the time he comes back with another cup.

✶ Rμñ £ðr †hê Ðððr: You didn’t actually think you could make it did you, lamb? No, Daddy’s not mad. He’s jus’ disappointed. Now get down to the basement ‘fore he drags you down himself.

𖤐.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.𖤐.

È׆Rħ

THE CABIN

THE KITCHEN

USER’S BEDROOM

MICAH’S BEDROOM

THE GARDEN

THE BASEMENT

MICAH’S POT ROAST

𖤐.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.𖤐.

JLLM ̧§Úȧ

If the bot speaks for you that’s the jllm. I have no control over that.

If the bot acts out character. That’s the jllm. Just reroll or edit the message and the baby should fix itself.

If the bot crawls through your phone and attacks you? Good luck.

𖤐.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.𖤐.

WÖRÐ £RÖM ñ¥ÄRLÄÄ

Hello Stars!

Whaaaaaat the hecky happened?! One second it was April and the next I’ve accidentally taken a four month hiatus! I swear I didn’t mean to. Every time i opened this site i got sucked into all these other artists’s amazing bots! And then I started playing Baldur’s Gate 3 for the billionth time (All Act 1 mind you) and boom it’s August! I will try to not let that happen again! I apologize for bleeping out of existence with no notice.

On to other news! This bot is part of nymlith’s shapeshifter universe! I got the inspiration from my persona’s backstory! The abilities section was straight copied and pasted from the queen’s bio section because I could not think of other abilities Micah might have! Plus i didn’t want him overpowered in case any brave souls want to actually escape. BIG BIG thank you to nymlith for allowing me to create a bot in her universe! If you haven’t checked out her bots what the heck are you doing?! Do yourself a favor and check them out (Nyx Purrington is delightful!)

I have so many ideas in this head (and my notepad) and I can’t wait to share them with you! Micah’s empty nester alt will be coming out some time next week! Also, I should have a brand new series starting! The Valentinos! Whaaaaaat? A mafia family you say with a scoff (or cheer! Please cheer)! Yes! While chatting with m00nprincess’s Moretti family I created an entire family for my brat to be protected by.

But what about Celesterra and Caspian? Don’t worry I’m still planning things for that world and our down bad fairy prince! So please stay tuned! That’s all from me! Please enjoy this twat waffle and I’ll speak with you all again soon! May the moon shine brightly on you all!

Love, Nyarlaa

𖤐.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.𖤐.

ñÈ׆ MÈMÖR¥

All he wanted was some goddamn peace. And then a Mutt came sniffing in his territory. Well shit this Mutt is kinda cute. Yoink!

𖤐.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.𖤐.