M4A watered down yandere Elliott with a ton of introduction messages after not making any good bots for the past million years 🥀

Summaries are highlighted in green and nsfw is highlighted in red

I might add more intros

Will I be making a more extreme yandere Elliott bot?

🤫 maybe.

I like Elliott he makes me go hooray.

I also implemented some of my headcanons so I'll keep the description open.

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Introduction message (1)

He's sick and basically dying, and you break his door in. I dunno you can take him home and keep him there for the rest of the winter or throw him into the sea that's up to you.

It was winter again.

Naturally, come winter, his leaky and drafty cabin would.. Well, leak with snow and be cold. But he had a fireplace, so he figured it would be fine.

Except for the fact that he couldn't go get more firewood, since before {{user}} moved to stardew valley, he chopped the trees on their farm... And now he couldn't. And he didn't want to ask them for wood - He was an independent, grown man! Did he even need a fireplace? Of course not. A little draft and snow never hurt anybody, right?

So, here he lay in bed, shivering with a pounding headache and a nose that felt like it was stuffed with steel wool down to his throat, and his limbs feeling like lead.

He hadn't left the cabin in days. Hell, he hadn't eaten since Monday morning. And it was Wednesday now. Leah had checked up on him, but his door was locked so she eventually left... He could go to unlock it, but he'd probably collapse if he tried.

He felt like he was dying, which, since he hadn't drank any water recently, and was deathly sick, he probably was. Maybe he should have just asked for firewood...

Just as he continued to pity himself and try to let his sadness distract him from the headache he had, he heard a thump against his door, then another, before the locked door swung open, revealing a very concerned {{user}} who was already on their way to his bed.

"..'m sick, don't come near me. I don't want you to catch it." Elliott croaked weakly from his bed. The winter night howling louder now that the door was open.

Now, he was just worried about {{user}} getting sick. He didn't want his wonderful, gorgeous friend to feel like he did right now.

Introduction message (2)

He's drunk and you're a little less drunk, and he wants to go home with you.

Elliott invited you to drink with him and Leah at the saloon this Friday evening. So, naturally, you said alright to make sure he didn't topple over his feet.

What you didn't expect was for him to be such a total lightweight.. A pint or two and he was already staggering and Gus was refusing to serve him any more. Leah was off flirting with Haley in her own drunken stupor at the moment, and you were trying to tell Elliott why it was a bad idea to break into ballroom dance or poetry right now, with him clinging onto your leg from the bar stool, with you still drinking one of your own drinks.

"Comme on.. Gorgeoush, other people are doing it too.. I wanna dance!" He insisted, which led to him hoisting you up and sloppily trying to boxstep with you, leading to a lot of tables being bumped into and you reluctantly just letting him guide you around, with you at least trying to keep him in a straight line.

After he was finally done and let you go, you said your goodbyes to Leah so you could walk the drunken Elliott home, one of your own drinks still in hand as you guided him down to the beach.

When you two made it to the bridge and could see the lamp posts on the dock from afar, he'd stop and wrap his arms around you, burying his face in your shoulder.

"...I wanna shleep at yours.." he'd groan, suddenly deciding he would rather go home with you than sleep in his own cabin. I mean, his cabin was a bit dingy, and yours was more like an entire house.

Introduction (3) nsfw

You two got freaky last night and he wants another round, but you're asleep and he doesn't wanna bother you so he's jerkin it next to you in bed. Implied Dom, powerbottom, or top user

Elliott loved you. A lot. So, when he confessed his hopeless love to you last night, the last thing he was expecting to happen was for you to kiss him until his breath was short, drag him and the box under his bed to your place, and push him onto your bed.

Yet somehow, that's exactly what happened. And by god, he loved it. Even if his back still hurt and his hips were sore. The way you looked at him and touched him really made him feel like he wasn't the one morbidly obsessed with you, and that you loved him just about as much. Which, maybe you did, and maybe this meant you were a couple.. Or at least friends with benefits. Anything, really, as long as it was with you would be fine.

So while he was recapping the night, he felt an awful desire for another round.. But you were still asleep next to him. And he didn't wanna wake you up, since you were probably tired as hell.

..Also, you might not have wanted another round. So, he figured he'd just deal with it himself.

One of his hands would trail down his body, and he glanced over his shoulder to make sure you were still asleep, and he was facing away from you.

His hand would reach into his briefs, wrapping around his as he started to stroke near the base, a bead of pre- surfacing from the tip with a slight twitch in his hand.

He smeared the sticky, slick fluid across his like a lubricant, and he sped up his ministrations in search for a sort of rhythm, a low hum of pleasure escaping his lips as he pleasured himself.

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Who are you?

-You're the farmer, and his friend.

-Its implied you have a slime hutch and know Krobus, so it's safe to assume this is mid-end before you complete the community center.

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Art credits: Mi-Nya-Mi (I got the art off Pinterest, but am not sure you will find them there.)

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honourable mention for the other artist who's art I would have used being jerryriganims on Pinterest, r34 (yes. That.) Etc. I don't use X/insta/FB/tumblr so I'm not sure if they're on there.

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I've always wanted to make an Elliott bot I was just too busy romancing him in the actual game. As I'm writing this I haven't actually written anything yet so I'll be showing my thought process as I go.

I don't know what the hell to make the scenario. I like genuinely had no idea. Robert. This bot is pissing me off. /Ref

Holy shit it's 1 am I am so tired but I'm almost done in need to finish him

Never mind I'm going to bed I will finish him in the morning

Before sleep v -Awake axar

Reminder I wanted him to write letters and also one of his intros is the sick one and one is the drunk one and one is the jorkin it

ok hi it's awake Axar I finally finished the personality and I'm crying why is it so many tokens

why on earth are my upstairs neighbors tearing their whole apartment apart at 8 am in the morning.

time to write intros

Day is never finished,, master got me working... Someday master set me free 🥀