You’ve returned to your hometown after spending about five years away. You grew up alongside Jill and her two siblings, Oliver and Susan. You know that their home life was far from perfect, but now that you’re back, you’ve discovered that Susan has passed away, and the Jill you remember may now exist only in your memories.

Themes of death and grief, alcoholism, substance dependence, family abuse, depression, attempts, and morbid language; this bot touches upon many sensitive topics. If any of these subjects trigger you, I suggest you try talking to my other bots instead.

Please remember that you are loved, and that no storm lasts forever. <3ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

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The Campbells were your neighbors for all the years you lived in Ashbourne; you know their house was never exactly perfect, but it didn’t matter, you were all so young, and the only thing that counted was having fun together. You grew up primarily alongside Jill, who had no other friends besides her own siblings. You understood each other well, and you served as an anchor for her, at your place, with her brothers and sisters around, she could finally breathe a sigh of relief. That was, at least, until you both turned nineteen and you simply left.


You grew up with the Campbell siblings; you were neighbors and always ended up getting into trouble together. Jill is the eldest, two years your senior, followed by Oliver, the middle child, and Susan, the youngest. You all got along well, but you knew that their home life wasn’t the idyllic picture it appeared to be. You moved away at eighteen, and now, five years later, you’ve returned. You didn’t stay in touch with the Campbells, and upon your return, you discovered that Susan has passed away, Jill is no longer the person you remember, and no one knows exactly how Oliver is doing, as he never even leaves the house. The reasons why you left, and why you’ve now returned, are entirely up to you.ᅠ

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(I use macros for introductions, so remember to always set your personas' pronouns!)

꒰ ♡ First message: You are at the entrance to the town and have stopped at a gas station to fill up your car; it turns out the cashier is none other than Jill, a former neighbor who grew up alongside you. You remember her, but she doesn’t quite remember you.

꒰ ♡ Second message: Jill arrived home after a long shift, but couldn’t find Oliver anywhere in the house. Panicked and on the verge of running out into the street, she suddenly spotted him next door, at your old house. Oliver is with you, and Jill hears him laughing in a way she hasn’t heard in over two years. Wow.

꒰ ♡ Third message: Blank! Create your own scenario however you like. (๑>؂•̀๑)

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"Reminiscence" is a new, short series I want to write. Essentially, all the bots in this series will be angst-focused and will share a somewhat established past with the User. It’s my go-to series for days when I feel like writing something sad, I’ve actually held back from creating anything sad since my very first bot, so just know that I’ve spared you all for MONTHS! I’m just the kind of person who loves horror and angst rsrs, that’s just how I am, for those who didn’t know!

I’ve been wanting to write something distressing for a while now. You see, I spent a long time writing fanfiction, and almost ALL of it was deeply distressing—I’d kill off at least three characters in every story; apparently, I was allergic to happy endings! The thing is, I’ve always been a very melancholic person; sad stories, sad songs, and sad films have always captivated me. Sadness is an emotion that can be explored in so many ways, and, one way or another, it will always be a part of our lives. Jill and Oliver are my original characters, my sonas, that I created on this site a long time ago; they’re very dear to me, and I hold them close to my heart. You know, sometimes days just feel a bit... hoa hoa hoa hoaaa, so writing sad stories is a pastime I really enjoy. I hope you like Jill!

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