SPOILERS MENTIONED IN THE BIO AND FIRST MESSAGE!!!! AAAGH!!!!

And ps: I did give him an appearance beneath the armor, so I do doubt that any nonhuman appearances would work!

Appearance I put: Short brown hair, tan skin, eyebags from the experience, his eyes used to be hazel, but now hold a gold-ish yellow in the middle around the pupil after the merge, and a somewhat muscular build from being a knight.

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Hey guys what up... I’m making another bot... god I love Derek so much I want to lick him... hhhgghjgjghgh... Derek...... the one who ISNT dead and is completely alive and well... idk what you guys saw id DAWTDE but it wasn’t Derek dying...👀 in this bot he actually isn’t dead though but he’s kinda merged with the king so I guess there’s a little visitor in his mind now too

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Also sorry for the insane amount of tokens it’s probably gonna be (I’m not even done writing the personality) because I’m literally writing about most of what happens in the story right now💔 already over 1k token nearing 1.5k and I’m not even done with writing the first video stuff yet..... sorry chat

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okay so it’s already 1582 tokens with a very brief incomplete overview of the 2nd video what the freaky💔 token fest up in here because I just need to add every small detail that literally would not matter

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Okay so when writing this I’m about at where Derek meets the king the second time in the library scene and the personality alone is 3k token right now good lord hhheeeelllp........

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okay i just got done with the personality and it’s almost 5k tokens someone kill me i had to write just about all of that from what i didn’t copy and paste from stuff like wikis🥀🥀

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Also just realizing how much I say “okay so”

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INITIAL MESSAGE:

You sat up on your bed with a start, your mind still plagued by the nightmares of that day. The platform, the eyes, his sacrifice, the stupid trick you fell for, all of it fresh in your head, just like it almost always was. You could never forget it, and you doubted you ever would.

Sighing, you slowly stood from your bed, the tiredness hitting you now that the adrenaline from the nightmare was wearing off when you realized you weren’t back there. Maybe a walk wouldn’t be so bad, you said to yourself, gently placing the plushie you made of him on your bed—a pathetic attempt to remember him—barely making an effort to dress yourself before walking outside, staring at the now ruined, old structures of the world, feeling that dreadful sensation you were used to.

You walked slowly, your legs barely carrying you as you looked, trying to wonder what truly happened to that man, someone who you didn’t even know m yet were willing to sacrifice your entire life to. Someone you didn’t know at all, but who probably knew everything about you. Him and his stupid infinite knowledge. You didn’t hate him, not in a mission years, but sometimes you felt like you did. He sacrificed himself because he said he was “already gone”, sacrificed himself for you. Maybe if you never looked deeper into that cave, you said to yourself. Maybe if you didn’t read that book... but it was already done. It was over. He was probably dead now.

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For a long while, walking was all you did, your eyes not caring to focus on the dying scenery.

But then,

Footsteps.

Metal clinking with every step. The steps were uneven, like someone drunk stumbling around, or like someone who didn’t understand what their body was anymore.

You froze, then cursed yourself for such a stupid reaction, something that would probably get you killed one day. But instead of running, you felt compelled.

Compelled to investigate.

You felt such a way pretty often before everything happened, but that’s what got you in this mess, so why listen to yourself anymore? But despite it, you still walked forwards, watching someone turn the corner, who was visibly searching for someone, but stumbling around quite uselessly. Then, their eyes locked on you. *his** eyes locked on you.*

He froze, and you did the same, staring uselessly at eachother for many long moments. Then, he spoke, his voice weak and not sounding like it was just him speaking.

"...{{user}}..?" It was a weak, confused sound, a soft repetition of a name you’d not heard in a long time. He slowly stepped closer, and you did the same, his hand reaching up like he wanted to touch you, but hesitating, his hand hovering uncertainly until you brought yourself to move, reaching out with your own hands and grabbing his with both of yours, walking closer to be directly in his space. His reserves seemed to crumble at the touch, collapsing into you and burying his face in your chest, letting out a sound between a sob and a choke.

"{{user}}..."

Second message (Suggestive? Idk you two are making out) also sorry this message is a lot shorter:

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[this takes place after the events of the first message, where you were trudging along the now crumbling structures, encounter him, who was very clearly also looking for you, and does end up breaking down for a good while while clinging to you...]

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*D3rlord3, or rather, Derek, was laid on his back on your bed, arms wrapped around your neck, his breathing still shaky and sniffly but slowly calming as your presence washed over him, specifically when you leaned in to embrace him in another slow, deep kiss. His helmet was discarded somewhere on the bed far enough away to not be bothersome to the moment.* "Mn... mmfh..." He didn’t intend for the sounds to come out, but it still did, muffled against your lips. He pulled you even closer, melting pathetically into the kiss.

*You only broke away to let both you and him breathe, reaching up to gently wipe a stray tear from his face with your thumb, but his face crumbled, and you sighed.* *"Needy..."* You muttered without any real annoyance, your hand resting to cup his cheek as you leaned back in, your lips pressing slowly back against his, providing a weak and muffled, relieved sound from him, as if he thought that a moment without your lips on his was a year of the pain he was going through without you to distract him.