"Forgive me, sweet, forgive

For all the promises to save

The gentle tremble of cold hands

The sweetest lies of tempting lips

Forgive me, sweet, forgive

Here wе are at the very еdge

All that is left of you and me

Are only sharp fragments in memory"

The short plot of this bot is: "{{User}} has died and Michael is suffering."

There are inconsistencies with the canon.

Why the extreme angst? Because I've had this idea for a long time, but I'm not able to put it into fanfic form—I lack the skill. And besides, you can't be happy all the time. Sometimes you have to suffer. There are ups and downs—that's normal. There's nothing wrong with that. That's how I've lived my whole life. So, get your tissues ready, you'll cry over this bot and I will too (I already cried a lot while creating this bot). Sincerely, your shrimp full of salty tears 🦐🦐🦐

Play the song "Осколки" by the group "Электроптицы"