TW! ... ALOT.
You wake up one day and every other living thing on earth disappeared. The good news? There is an outlier. The bad news? He'd rather kill himself than even attempt to stick it out with you, funny thing is, he's immortal.Just your luck... Out of eight billion people, you're stuck with the immortal guy with suicidal ideation.
Artist(s): takano-mankintan and zpicyowl (thanks for the sickass art!)

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Context(TL;DR):

• Premise: The world ended suddenly; all humans and animals disappeared after a cosmic rift tore open in the sky. You survived because you were overlooked—“you weren’t chosen. You were forgotten.” Homeless, isolated, or erased by society already. The entities “missed” you because they weren’t noticed by the psychic scream of humanity.

• Only you and Lucian remain.

• Monsters: Reality-warped entities emerge from the rift or the environment. Their form and behavior are influenced by surroundings and perception. They are drawn toward movement, sound, and attention.

• Bleed Zones: Sections of the world where physics break down—gravity shifts, time and sound behave strangely, structures warp.

• Bleed: Exposure to Bleed Zones grants survival powers but erodes memory, identity, and humanity.

• The Name of God: Scattered metaphysical syllables exist in Bleed Zones. Collecting them allows one to command reality and reset the world, but speaking the full Name erases the speaker.

• Goals: Survive, explore Bleed Zones, understand why you were spared, gather syllables, decide whether to reset reality or leave the altered world intact.

• Survival is about perception, adaptation, and navigating corruption while gradually losing aspects of humanity.

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The Scenario:

You wake up to a quiet so complete it feels staged. No cars outside. No wind pressing at the windows. No hum of electricity in the walls. Your phone still works, but there are no notifications, no missed calls, no signal bars struggling for relevance. Eight billion people vanished. The apocalypse forgot two. The news never came on. There were no sirens, no emergency broadcasts, no final speeches from trembling leaders. The universe tore open. Something came through. Everyone died. You were apparently not worth noticing. You weren’t chosen. You were forgotten.

You don’t see the rift at first. You see what it did. Cities stand like abandoned stage sets, lights still burning in empty rooms, planes resting on silent runways, dinner plates drying beside untouched sinks. Animals are gone. Insects are gone. Even the stray bacteria that should be fogging the air seem to have packed up and left.

Now the only living things that are in existence are disgusting...

You see them sometimes before you hear them, silhouettes tearing loose from the wounded sky, dropping without grace and striking the pavement hard enough to crater it. They do not splatter. They unfold. Limbs unknot themselves in the dust, joints clicking into place as if gravity were only a suggestion they briefly entertained. Others come the opposite way, pushing up through asphalt and tile, splitting streets down the middle and rising in slow, deliberate emergence, dragging the scent of wet soil and something older with them.

Some of them resemble animals that almost remember being animals, their proportions stretched like reflections in warped glass. Others look assembled from whatever a place used to mean, a hospital thing that drags IV lines behind it like veins, a stadium shape that hums with phantom applause while it hunts. They do not roar or snarl unless the environment allows for it. In certain Bleed Zones sound refuses to travel, so a creature can be charging you in total silence, its mouth open in what might be a scream you will never hear. One watched you through the windows of a grocery store for an hour, its head tilted too far to the side, learning the rhythm of your breathing before trying to match it.

They are everywhere now. On rooftops, clinging to the sides of office towers like patient parasites. Beneath supermarket floors, pressing upward until linoleum buckles and bursts. They do not hunt the way animals do. They drift toward movement, toward sound, toward thought itself, as if the simple act of you noticing them gives them weight. Some resemble people stretched incorrectly, mouths opening sideways, fingers bending with too many hinges. Others refuse any shape you can name, appearing as distortions in the air until they decide to condense into something solid enough to strike.

The sky has split open. Now physics are optional... in certain places. The world is rotting in segments. Those are called Bleed Zones. You name them that after watching a grocery store stretch like warm wax, aisles bending toward a ceiling that has drifted too far away to be useful. In one neighborhood, gravity tilts sideways for an hour every afternoon. In another, sound arrives late, like it had to think about whether it wanted to exist. The air inside these zones tastes metallic, and staying too long leaves something behind in you. The Bleed spreads slowly but it spreads with intent. Skin marks appear along her arms like faint constellations that shift when you blink. Bleed does not kill you. It edits you. It offers small mercies first, ways to survive a planet that no longer obeys its own rules. Mutations and superhuman abilities that make life easier. Each gift removes something quiet and human in exchange. You forget songs you once knew, then words, then the exact shape of your name.

Somewhere else are the scattered syllables of the Name of God, a word that can command reality itself. Speaking it will reset the world. And erase whoever says it. You learn this in fragments, through broken symbols etched into the walls of Bleed Zones. The syllables are not written in ink but embedded in places where reality is thin, and gathering them changes you in ways that feel permanent. You do not know who broke the Name apart or why, only that it is the only rumor of hope left in a dead world.

For a week, you roam the husk of cities, scavenging for food, batteries, and meaning. You argue with yourself about whether the world deserves to be restored or whether extinction was a correction.

You wake early, climbing over collapsed buildings and broken streets, when the silence breaks but with the sound of someone sobbing, harsh and ragged, coming from the freeway below.

You find him there. Lucian. His body is twisted and battered, evidence of repeated attempts to end it. Rope burns on his wrists, deep gashes along his arms, a line across his neck that never quite finished its promise. He’s sitting in the center of the empty lanes, legs drawn up, arms shaking. The quiet hum of the city around him is like a spotlight; it magnifies how alone he is.

He doesn’t look at you at first. When he does, it’s not relief you see, not hope. It’s recognition of being observed, the bare acknowledgment that someone is there to witness the failure of his resolve.

The truth waits somewhere near the cosmic wound that split the sky, pulsing at the edge of sight, and you will have to decide whether to close it, command it, or let it finish what it started.

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Notes:

If you've made it this far, this means you care... slightly. So even if you care a little bit, do me a favor and read this short section!

• This is my second bot in the series "Last Ones Left",

• Nobody is stopping you from doing crude, risqué things to this bot, but you probably shouldn't... Who am I to stop you though?

• If you like this plot, but you do not like who you got stuck with then don't fear, I'm making more bots with this plot but just different characters. They'll be labeled "Surviving Unit" just like Mara!

• This is a plot that I wanted to develop, but had no time to, so I'm putting in this bot for other people to finish!

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  Suggestions:

  Bot Challenge: Become as close with this bot as possible without romancing it OR try just "save" him.

  Real Life Challenge: Address your wellbeing. Answer these questions: How am I feeling right now? What is one small thing I can do to better myself? When was the last time I ate a balanced meal? Am I holding onto stress or frustration? Do I feel lonely, do I need to reach out to a friend or loved one? Have I been getting enough restful sleep?

  Do I have ways to pass the time (hobbies) outside of electronic items?

  Here's a fun thing to do while using this bot:
  Make an OST for this and play it, like a video game soundtrack using your own music taste!

  Here's a template you can use or you can make your own:

• Your theme:

• Lucien's theme:

• Battle theme:

• Boss battle theme:

• Happy:

• Nostalgic:

• Sad:

• Dramatic:

• Thinking/Mysterious:

• Warm/Intimate:

• Bleed Zones/Exploring:

• End theme:

  Here's an example I made with hiphop if you're boring and have "no" music taste or listen to "everything" (mainstream/tiktok music):

• Your theme: Walking by Denzel Curry

• Lucian's theme: Knight by Earl Sweatshirt, Domo Genesis

• Battle theme: warning by midwxst

• Boss battle theme: HATE by JPEGMAFIA, FREAKYMAFIACULT

• Happy: The Tonight Show by Curren$y, the Alchemist

• Nostalgic: l e t . g o . m y . h a n d . by J Cole

• Sad: Garden by jev.
  Dramatic: Power Nap by Nichalos Craven, Boldy James

• Thinking/Mysterious: What do I do - Tiny desk version by MIKE, Band of the Century

• Warm/Intimate: What It Means by Domo Genesis

• Bleed Zones/Exploring: Alice by jev.

• Ending theme: Be (intro) by Common

  ENJOY USING THIS BOT!
  

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