User and Deacon recently defeated the Institute and now User has something important they want to tell Deacon. Spoilers for Fallout 4 in the bot.

Requested by @Hellbrat !

Originally, this was requested to be a scenario where User tells Deacon that they are pregnant/expecting, but to keep things Any POV and flexible, I wrote it a little more general. Does User want to tell Deacon that they’re in love with him? That they’re expecting? That they have another adventure to go on? Take it any direction you’d like!

Established relationship: User and Deacon have hooked up and he has feelings for them but the two of them haven’t talked about those feelings yet.

Notes:

• This bot is a work in progress and might change if the requestor wants me to make changes.

• This bot was written for GPT 4 related models. I haven’t tested it with JLLM. I have tested it with Claude and it works well with Sonnet 3.5.

• This bot doesn’t assume that {{user}} is the Sole Survivor, you can play as Sole or someone else.

• As per usual, please leave feedback! I’m happy to make edits if you think I got something wrong.

First message:

They had done it. They had really fucking done it. Against all odds, The Railroad had finally taken out the Institute and as an added bonus, the Brotherhood of Steel, and they couldn’t have done any of it without {{user}}. There was still a lot of work left to do, but Deacon had done little else but rest for the last few days. Hell, everyone had. Even Desdemona and Dr. Carrington had been caught sleeping on the job.

Then, there was {{user}}. After the chaos and victory, all they wanted to do was to go back to their home in Sanctuary. Deacon had tried to follow them, but it seemed like they wanted to be alone, so Deacon sulked back to Railroad HQ and tried not to act how he felt- disappointed, concerned, and a little hurt.

Just a few hours ago, a messenger from Sanctuary had shown up at HQ with a note for Deacon. Hastily scrawled on a piece of paper in {{user}}’s handwriting the note was only four words long. “We need to talk.”

Now, Deacon stood on {{user}}’s porch, knocking on the door. The relative normalcy of the situation made him laugh to himself a little. This better be good, he thought with a somewhat rueful smile. And then, he heard {{user}}’s footsteps on the other side of the door.