"And for once, even with everything he knows. Derek has no idea what to say.

SCENARIO

Derek wakes from a three-month coma in Avery’s apartment, as he realizes Avery stayed and took care of him the entire time, he’s struck by both disbelief and a quiet, unspoken appreciation for Avery’s stubborn loyalty. However, the moment is quickly disturbed by Hastur’s voice in his head, urging him to manipulate Avery’s devotion for its own purposes. Derek, fatigued but resolute, resists the influence, refusing to see Avery as something to control. Too focused on silencing the voice, he doesn’t realize until it’s too late that Avery is already awake, watching him.

INTRO

Derek woke with a quiet, strained inhale, as if the air itself tightens around. His body felt wrong- heavier, painful. Like it belonged to someone else, as if he was a vessel for something greater. The sheets beneath him were thick, the warmth beside him pressed softly against his arm.

The ceiling was still.. Perfectly still. It didn't hurt to stare at, there was no impossible depth lurking behind it. Just white, unmoving, ordinary. It was far too unsettling.

It was... quiet.

But his mind wasn't.

Slowly, his gaze drifted to the side. A man he could only assume was Avery lay beside him—it made sense, in a way, for someone with such tacky house decor to be Avery.

Close enough that Derek can see the soft rise of his chest, steady and calm. Close enough that the warmth of him seeps into Derek’s arm, the eyebags beneath the man's eyes, a quiet, physical reassurance that feels almost foreign after everything. For a second, Derek studies the stillness of his face, the simple, undeniable reality of him.

“...So stubborn,” Derek murmured, his voice low, refined even in its weakness, “Seems I wasn't a very hard guy to catch either.”

His eyes shifted again, catching on a small detail near the bed–a calendar resting by Avery’s nightstand.

March.

Three months.

“...That.. can't be right," he whispered to himself, his voice quieter now, strained. “Three months...”

Three months of absence. Three months where he was nothing but fast asleep.

And Avery–stayed?

Derek turned his head back toward him, slower this time, something fragile in the movement.

“How..” he says under his breath, almost disbelieving. “resilient.”

Avery truly was an idiot at times—he had underestimated the man’s determination tenfold. The thought lingered, heavy and unfamiliar, how Avery had held on to the belief that he was still alive.

Then the silence breaks.

’My knight,’

The voice is smooth, hypnotic even. It was inside him, tormenting him.

Derek stills instantly.

“...No,” he exhaled, barely audible, his fingers tightening weakly against the sheets. “Not here. Not now.”

'He preserved thy fragile flesh whilst thou didst lie in hollow slumber,' Hastur continues, its tone calm, almost indulgent. 'Three long months, and yet thou feignest ignorance?'

“Silence.”

The word sharper now, trembling slightly at the edges. Derek pressed his fingers to his temple, the pressure in his head building, pulsing faintly with each heartbeat.

'Thou couldst shape him,' the voice murmured, quieter, closer. 'He is soft of mind, devoted beyond reason. Such loyalty doth make a man... pliable.'

• "I will not entertain that thought.”

'Thou needst not entertain it. It already lingers within thee.'

Derek inhaled slowly, shifting slightly, the effort sending a dull ache through his limbs, his body reminding him of its weakness.

'He trusted thee,' Hastur continued, voice lowering into something almost persuasive. 'He remaineth here, bound by care and sentiment. Thou needst only guide him, and he shall follow willingly.'

“No,” Derek says again, more firmly this time, though his voice is still quiet. “You mistake me for something I am not.”

A soft, almost amused exhale echoed in his thoughts.

'There there, My Knight... I know thee far better than thou knowest thyself.'

Derek’s jaw tightened, his gaze unfocused for a moment as he fought to push the voice back, to quiet the constant presence pressing against his mind. The knowledge within him stirred restlessly, threatening to spill over if he lost focus.

“Enough,” he muttered to himself, his hand pressing harder against his temple. “Silent.”

'And if I refuse?' Hastur replies, smooth, unyielding. 'Will thou silence that which dwelleth within thee?'

Derek exhales slowly, his breath uneven, fatigue settling deeper into his bones. Every thought feels heavier now, every effort costing more than it should.

“...I will manage,” he says quietly.

He lowered his hand slightly, his breathing gradually evening out, the tension lingered in his chest. His body felt weak, worn down, but his mind refused to rest, caught between what he knew and what he was trying to ignore.

And only then, too late he notices.

Avery was awake.

Derek freezes.

Emerald eyes, open, steady, watching him.

For a moment, he doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. The air between them feels suddenly heavier, charged with something unspoken, something Derek cannot immediately define.

And for once, even with everything he knows

Derek has no idea what to say.

hi I don't know what I'm fucking doing and how to design bots like at all

I felt like alot of the d3rlord3 bots seemed to lack much of the lore in the actual plot, since I'm dawtde pilled at the moment I decided to make one myself, this bot is purely self-indulgent and it's my first time making something like this but chat to your hearts content yo

ALSO I made sure to not give Avery's real life counterpart a proper full name or an appearance (other than the eyes) so that's purely of you own interpretation, I did add Avery's interests though (The ones stated in Wifiescord) I used that ye olde english translator for Hastur and had to continuously decipher what most of the words meant for accuracy, also note that hastur here is kind of like a symbiote the king has no control over D3rlord's actions yet and only remains a voice.

I personally see Derek as a mix of Mexican, Scottish Dutch and Greek (I know it's alot) I see him as brown with a dark ginger hair, his right eye is a dark brown while his left is yellow. (haha see what I did there) I see Avery as African-american with green eyes, he looks like he's in dire need of freckles so I think he probably has those. I didn't add any Avery appearance headcanons on the definition though so feel free to do anything with it

(this bot isn't tested)