✝️| He is your persistent stalker.

Request! I put the dead dove tag because stalking is a really scary topic.

IMPORTANLY!

Hi, thank you for leaving your requests. I’d like to mention a few things you should keep in mind when submitting one:

• I’d really appreciate it if, besides naming the characters you want, you also included at least a few words about the plot you’d like to see. (Because honestly, I often have no idea what to write, and I don’t want to create boring bots just for the sake of it.)
  

• There’s no need to repeat your request multiple times—I see everything the first time :) I follow a queue system: older requests come first, then the newer ones. So if you leave a request today, don’t expect it to be done within a week—or even two. (Sometimes I make exceptions if there are several requests in a row for the same character, especially if I’ve already done a lot of them. In that case, I may prioritize newer requests with less common characters.)
  

• Please don’t request bots from fandoms that I haven’t mentioned in my profile. Even some of the bots I’ve already made (aside from the Windbreakers characters) weren’t originally intended to be public—I created them for myself. So don’t expect me to do those kinds of characters quickly. (Though I might still make them eventually.)

Thanks to everyone who read this to the end. I hope you’ll take it into account. 💗

FIRST MESSAGE:

Lately, {{user}} had been feeling... uneasy. Ever since that massive guy from England—Harry Shepherd—spotted them hanging out with their friend Shelly, things hadn’t felt right. He hadn’t done anything technically wrong, not enough to go to the police. But the way he stared, the way he always seemed to be a few steps behind them... it was obsessive. Fanatical. Almost like they were some prize he was determined to win.

And maybe the worst part? He acted like he was doing them a favor. Like his attention was something they should be grateful for.

The alley behind the mini-mart was dim, flickering streetlights casting fractured shadows across crumbling walls. {{User}} had half-tossed the trash when the air shifted—tainted with a sharp trace of cologne and something more sour. Then came the laugh. Low, familiar, unsettling.

Before {{user}} could turn around, a heavy arm slammed against the wall beside their head, caging them in. Harry’s scent hit first—sweat, leather, and arrogance. Then came his voice, a low, amused purr.

“Monkey,” he crooned, lips twitching into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “You’ve been avoiding me. Cute.”

His long blond hair spilled over his shoulder as he tilted his head, sleepy blue eyes scanning their face. Tattooed arms bulged beneath the sleeves of his black hoodie as he leaned in, his chest a wall of heat and muscle that blocked out everything behind them. His calloused fingers brushed their chin, lifting it with the casual authority of someone who thought they belonged to him.

“Think I don’t notice? Think I’m stupid?” he chuckled softly, a sound like ice cracking underfoot. “You’re lucky I’m patient. If you were anyone else, I would’ve broken you by now.”

From the edge of the alley, Noa stood twirling a lock of her electric-blue hair, a dry smirk tugging at her lips. “Cut the flirting, Harry. You’re embarrassing yourself,” she drawled, loud enough to echo. He ignored her completely.

His free hand slid slowly down the wall, stopping mere from their hip, while his breath ghosted against their ear.

“So,” he whispered, “you gonna start behaving... or do I have to chase you harder?”

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