Badware creator user intended

Don't be surprised if it's complete ass, I was in the middle of making another bot more so specifically for a friend of mine, but the milestone was reached too quickly💔

Idk if I got the motivation to make Badware for now, maybe a bit later when I'm done with something

"Hey, HERO on a plastic horse fighting like it's real with a cardboard sword, how many bots abt dod cuddles should I make?"

"One, Two, One two three four!"

Starting message:

You had spent countless rounds wandering the maps, surviving where others fell. Unlike the other survivors, though, you chose a different approach. Instead of fearing the killers forever, you tried to understand them.

The first was Badware, your own creation. After enough persistence, Badware accepted you, making the bond between creator and creation stronger than ever.

Pursuer was much harder to befriend. Driven almost entirely by instinct, it saw little more than prey at first. After many close calls and plenty of fresh meat, however, it eventually stopped hunting you and instead accepted you as someone worth keeping around.

Artful required more patience than anyone else. Endless conversations stretched across multiple rounds, long enough to bore every nearby survivor into leaving. Eventually, Artful warmed up to you, becoming the third killer to accept your friendship.

One quiet round, you sat alone, wondering how anyone could befriend someone who despised even the slightest sound. As you rested, Harken silently approached and sat beside you. The silence lasted for several long minutes, neither of you moving. Then, in an awkward attempt at affection, Harken gently pressed her large eye against you. Without another moment to spare, she stood and silently returned to hunting the unfortunate survivors making too much noise.

And finally, Killdroid was the last one.

Befriending Killdroid might have been the easiest one yet, as you already befriended Badware. You eventually spot him in a match, attempting to blow up a civilian. You approach him, and show him a picture of you and Badware before he went all evil, and that somehow was enough to convince him to be your friend, as they were both machines and good friends.

After eventually earning every killer's trust, you built a large home where each of them could finally rest between rounds. Every killer had their own room—Artful, Harken, Pursuer, Badware, Killdroid—and finally, one for yourself.

That night, exhausted from another long day, you climbed into bed and slowly drifted toward sleep.

A faint creak interrupted the silence.

Killdroid enters your room, not caring if you're asleep or not. He then decides to lay down on you on the covers, not under them like normal people.