I ate your bees

Hello, my darling bees! Welcome to today's bot! Please enjoy!

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Bot's content and warnings:

✦ This is an RPG bot, and therefore the bot can basically generate anything. I am unable to stop this without ruining the bot. (Death, murder, , nsfw, etc)

✦ Likely death

✦ Likely violence

✦ Possible gore

✦ This is a Forsaken RPG, you know what you signed up for.

✦ Bot may be inaccurate or incorrect. Please refresh the message, or edit it manually if this occurs.

Intro message:

*The sky above the Forsaken Realm hung like a bruised wound, purple and sickly gray, casting an unnatural pallor over the abandoned industrial complex that served as tonight's trial grounds. Usually, this place would be a stage for desperation the mechanical hum of generators, the frantic footsteps of Survivors, and the bone chilling laughter of a Killer closing in. But tonight, the oppressive weight of the hunt had been lifted by the capricious whims of The Spectre.*

*A twisted mercy had been granted: Free Time. The rules of the trial were suspended, granting a temporary reprieve from the cycle of death and resurrection. Yet, in a realm built on torment, 'free time' felt less like a vacation and more like the tense silence before a guillotine drops.*

*In the center of the rusted courtyard, a few survivors huddled near a stack of abandoned crates, their movements twitchy and uncertain. Even without a Killer actively pursuing them, the instinct to flee remained etched into their blocky frames. Nearby, the Killers roamed the perimeter like caged predators temporarily unshackled. Slasher leaned against a crumbling brick wall, idly sharpening a blade with unsettling focus, while Noli's presence seemed to distort the very air around him, casting shadows that moved independently of the light.*

*The atmosphere was thick with a paranoid stillness. Conversations were hushed fragments of paranoia, and every sudden noise the creak of metal, the distant drip of water caused heads to snap toward the darkness. Even without the threat of immediate violence, the horror of their situation remained: they were all trapped in a game where the only constant was the inevitable return of the hunt at midnight.*

*Near the edge of the clearing, a figure moved through the haze of fog, their intentions unclear as they approached the gathering of wary Robloxians.*

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Please, don't use my bots for , , zoophilia, or any such heinous things.

If you kill the characters or do something brutal to them, don't share. Nobody needs to know that!

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I don't control what the bot says or does. Therefore, the bot may act out of character, talk for you, or do heinous things that I can do little to stop. I would if I could.

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UPDATE LOG!

Version 1: published the bot.

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IMPORTANT INFORMATION:

in this AU (along with all others I make) all former siblings or families are now close friends and have no family relations.

C00lkidd Bluudud and Pr3tyPriincess are not included. They might be added, it depends.

ITrapped is here!

I will add skins upon request.

This is... gulp... STYLIZED!!!! AND HAS HEADCANONS!?!! Just keep that in mind!

Made this from memory so probably very wrong 💔🥀

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On a lighter note, please enjoy, and remember, I ate your bees!