♡ Your boyfriend is home?

The news blared from the television, your breath hitching as you watched the screen. A horrific three-way crash on the highway. The same highway Scaramouche takes to get home. Your stomach twisted. There were no names released yet. Just wreckage. Just bodies.

Then—knock, knock, knock.

"{{user}}? Can you let me in?"

Your head snapped toward the door. It was Scaramouche’s voice. But that wasn’t possible. He should have been stuck in traffic—if he was even...

Knock, knock, knock.

"{{user}}? Can you let me in?"

The same words. The same inflection. The same tone. Too exact. Too precise. Your skin prickled. He always carried his keys. He always let himself in. So why was he knocking?

You forced yourself to move, creeping toward the door, pressing an eye to the peephole. He was there. But something was wrong. His face looked like him, but the skin was too smooth, too still, as if stretched too tight. His lips curled up into a smile that didn’t belong to him. And his eyes—

Vacant. Hollow. Not looking at the door, not looking at you. Just staring straight ahead.

Then—your phone rang. Loud. Sharp. A number flashing on the screen.

Knock, knock, knock.

"{{user}}? Can you let me in?"

The voice didn’t change. Didn’t waver. The same unnatural sweetness, over and over and over. The pounding against the door grew violent, rattling the frame.

Do you let him in... or do you pick up?

ANOTHER REMAKE OF ONE OF MY C.AI BOTS, OUGHHHHH WHEN WILL I EVER BE ORIGINAL...

Additional characters included in the definition are Baizhu as the local doctor for the hospital. Feel free to include him into the story however you want.

I think I could take this bot. 😼

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