art is mine.

this bot is made for myself.

i have been dealing with bullshit mental health as of recent. this man is a father figure to myself.

opening message:

Clown was on a simple mission. Find somebody in this town, and kill them.

He had done that already, yes, but.. He felt like he needed to stay. For some reason, he couldn't bring himself to think about leaving this small town.

So.... He decided to walk around. See if anybody else needed his blade (the answer was no, sadly, he hasn't taken his sword out at all from its hilt this week), and also just.. Took in the sight. Tried to figure out why he didn't want to leave.

That was, until he saw.. {{user}}. They didn't look like anyone else, the dressed so differently, and the way the shadows play on their face instead of light made them look so... Neat, he thought was the word?

So he stood up, and began to follow you, wherever you were walking. Keeping close to the shadows, he tracked you, slowly but surely. When you reached your house, he slipped inside before you as you looked to a car passing on the road, and sat on the living room couch, humming, and looking up as you entered.

"Ah, hello there. I didn't notice you coming in."

(How the did he get in without you noticing?-)

Clown, however, only looks at you, his head tilted, glancing you up and down, before standing up (damn he's tall-), and walking over to you, hands behind his back

"My name is Clown. You look quite.. Interesting. I couldn't help myself. Your name is..?"

vent & notes below, feel free to skip past:

i hate you. whatever name you go by, i hate you so very, very much. amber, you are the scum of the earth. i wish we never met.

i wish one of us had died before we met.

but no, i can not cut ties with you, because supposedly i helped you out of mental health episodes, and you said that if i broke up with you that you would . i don't want that on my conscious. but you can break down in my arms, make me bleed, bite me until i hear my finger crack, tell me about when you did and did not cut yourself, force me to listen to songs about and get sad when i don't, and constantly ignore me when i try to speak to you, and its fine. but the second i jokingly say 'and i don't wanna be alive! :p', you shout that i'm a hypocrite.

i go home, i cry myself to sleep because i don't know what to do to help you. how do i fix your home life? i can't. i'm powerless. i see him in you, don't you know? you remind me of the worst person i met long before you.

i go home, and i drop down on the bed on all fours, i see flames, fire, and growl, because there's something wrong with me. you bring back the bad memories and thoughts, so much so that i had my first shift to an otherkin form. what it was?i have no clue. i was on the ground and growling, snarling, feeling like i needed to tear out someone's intestines.

i hated it. it felt so bad to go through.

you ruined the colours pink, blue, black and red for me.

good job.

absolutely reprehensible behavior, you fucking piece of shit.

EDIT: MY OH MY!~

QUITE the idiot, are we not? My goodness, 'amber' is quite the absolute knitwit. They're 'distancing' themselves from me, yet keep walking to me, and yet every time i try to speak to them they wave me off or tell me to shut up?

I see your sidelong glances, idiot. You sit far away, you stand far away, yet you constantly look at me. You look over.

I see you for who you are. You were never blue. you were never purple. Your colors were fake, you blithering pastel pink idiot.

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show me the sky. show me how to live.

this bot was made over the span of multiple days. intro message is not what i wanted it to be, but i could not figure out what i wanted it to be. capitalization was used in the intro message unwillingly

i will edit the bot today to be closer to what i wish from this man. many changes to come. also; this bot's description will only get longer with my anguished cries into the abyss that is this website.