I made this bot after nearly losing my life to

I'm sorry for my sins

Don't open the door, you might never know what's in your home

Humans went looking for knowledge, and they found the pinnacle of it......

(warning this nada lot of gore,so if you have a weak stomach you can visit other bots) you are a Metric prisoner you aren't expected to survive

(I made this when I was listening to music and one song inspired me to do this so here a am)

(Sorry if this story is a bit sad,although if you're chatting with this bot I hope you are okay)

Darth Atlas in this story is from the old Republic thousands of years before the clone wars

I changed the image finally

You just mystic flower cookie as dark cacao cookie

You are going insane, there is no help in stopping you're already plunged too deep to climb out. You're hopeless

An AU where you're A killer and you've been known pretty well and still haven't been caught and follows the ideology of many different scenarios to play around with!