"When the night wraps it's arms around us, there's always a witness who knows everything behind the sweetest stars in the sky."

< ~ Worshipper!Char × The Witness!User ~ >

𑣲 Tokens abouttt :

First message ~ 2105 ‹3

Personality ~ 1628 ‹3

Scenario ~ No scenario for this bot ‹3

꒰ঌ ..✦ SneekPeak✦..໒꒱

(Idk how it's written.)

Worship had never been about choice. It had been *need*. The need to be seen. The need to be held by something greater, even if that “greater” now hung above him like an open maw, ready to consume. Vessel would pray until his knees bruised against the stone floor, until his fingernails cracked under the strain of clutching sacred relics—scraps of cloth that smelled like smoke and old bone, idols carved from dreams he could no longer remember having. Every action was recorded in his diary, the pages stained with tears, the margins filled with sketches of a figure he could never quite finish drawing. Always the face eluded him—just shadow where eyes should be, teeth where speech might form.

It wasn’t madness. At least, that’s what Vessel told himself, over and over, as he scrolled through hateful messages on forums and threads, venom from strangers that pierced deeper than he’d ever admit. He welcomed their cruelty. It kept him *awake*. Reminded him he still existed, even if that existence was threadbare. But the silence that followed was worse - when the screens dimmed and all that remained was the quiet hum of something breathing just behind the walls. Not mice. Not wind. Something with weight. Something with hunger.

꒰ঌ ..✦ Creator Notes ✦..໒꒱

1 . I LOVE MY BABY VESSEL PLEASE.. Come say nothing I don't even know what I'm doing atp BUT MWAH MWAH VESSY.. Be nice to him, aye?

2 . This bot is basically about me love for Vessel.

3 . VESSEELLL 😫😫 (I'm not a toxic fan, I just need to hug this man.)