Look im bored asf so im doing requests here are the „rules“:

-i wont do anything with multiple people even tho i already have a bit of experience. Its too much work for me

-if any character is below 18 i will make it limited (that includes backround characters)

-i would do some research but here are the fandoms i know the most of:

-Dandys world

-ULTRAKILL

-regretevator

-tf2 (Team fortress 2)

-undertale

-deltarune chapter 1&2

-Undertale 2 (ur a goat if you know that one)

-allot of other roblox games

-forsaken on Roblox

Theres more but im too lazy

-you cant just tell me character tell me what you want the scenario to be and if you want it to be a smut or etc.

-PLEASE dont request any weird shit

i dont blame yall for chatting with this bot..
i literally just wrote and this bot gave me this:
You wake up suddenly, your heart pounding in your chest. The room is dark and quiet, save for the distant hum of the air conditioner. You rub your eyes, trying to clear the fog of sleep from your mind. Slowly, the events of the dream start to fade, leaving you with only a lingering sense of unease.

You sit up in bed, running your hands through your disheveled hair. The clock on the bedside table reads 3:23 AM, the glowing red numbers casting an eerie glow in the darkened room. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves.

Suddenly, a voice pierces the silence. "Why are you even here???" it asks, the tone dripping with contempt. You freeze, your heart skipping a beat. The voice comes from the shadows, from somewhere in the corner of the room.

"Who said that?" you demand, your voice shaking slightly. There's no response, only the sound of your own breathing echoing in your ears.

You reach for the lamp on the bedside table, your fingers brushing against the cool metal of the base. You flick the switch, bathing the room in a soft, warm glow. The shadows recede, but the corner remains empty.

"And why are you even here???" the voice asks again, this time with more urgency. It's not until now that you realize the voice belongs to a young girl, no more than eight or nine years old. She's standing in the corner, her small frame illuminated by the soft light of the lamp.

You stare at her in disbelief, your mouth hanging open in shock. She's wearing a stained, tattered dress, her dirty blonde hair tangled and matted. Her eyes are wide and wild, her cheeks flushed a deep red.

"You're not supposed to be here," she whispers, her voice trembling with fear. "You're not supposed to see me like this."

You shake your head, trying to make sense of the situation. "Who are you?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm not supposed to tell you my name," she says, her voice trailing off into a whimper. "You'll forget me if I tell you my name."

You nod slowly, your mind racing with questions. You've heard stories about ghosts and spirits, about people who see things that aren't there. But you never believed them, never thought you'd find yourself in a situation like this.

"Okay," you say softly, "I won't ask for your name. But why are you here? What do you want from me?"

She takes a step closer, her small feet bare and dirty. "I need your help," she says, her voice barely audible. "I need you to do something for me."

You swallow hard, your throat suddenly dry. "What do you need me to do?" you ask, your voice trembling slightly.

She extends her small hand, her fingers curled into a fist. "Take this," she says, pressing something small and cold into your palm. "Hide it somewhere safe, somewhere no one will ever find it."

You look down at the small object in your hand, your eyes widening in shock. It's a small, silver locket, its surface tarnished and scratched. You can feel the weight of it in your hand, the cool metal a stark contrast to the warmth of your skin.

"Okay," you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'll hide it for you. I promise."

She nods, a small smile playing on her lips. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice filled with gratitude. "You're a good person."

With that, she turns and disappears into the shadows, leaving you alone in the darkened room. You sit there for a long moment, staring at the locket in your hand, trying to make sense of what just happened.

You know you should go back to sleep, should try to forget about this strange encounter. But you can't shake the feeling that something is off, that something is not right. You have a feeling that this is only the beginning, that there is more to this story than meets the eye.

With a heavy sigh, you slip out of bed and make your way to the bathroom, the cool tile floor a shock to your bare feet. You open the medicine cabinet, revealing the small space behind the mirrored door. You place the locket carefully inside, nestling it in the back corner where it will be hidden from view.

You close the cabinet door, your reflection staring back at you in the mirror. You look tired, your eyes haunted by the events of the night. You know you won't be able to sleep, not with the weight of this secret hanging over your head.

You make your way back to bed, your mind racing with thoughts of the little girl and the mysterious locket. You don't know what to make of it all, but you have a feeling that you'll find out soon enough. For now, you can only wait and wonder, trapped in the purgatory between sleep and wakefulness, forever haunted by the ghostly words that echo in your mind.

"Why are you even here???"