My original nickname is Cota2020, but I use the original for chat with bots👋

Here, or rather at the moment, I'm posting bots for fun, mostly ones that my friends request. But I'm always happy to hear your suggestions! I'm will make bots for any fandom, if I can.👌

I dont know english vell, sorry for probkens in the text, please correct me😭

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Canon AU

I tried to write something that stays true to the canon, but I’m not entirely sure—it’s late at night and my brain is a bit muddled. If you spot any mistakes, please let me know!

It’s been so long! I’m sorry! I have a lot more responsibilities now... But I’ll try to post new bots more often.

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This bot is based on one of my favorite books, \"The Villain's Path\". The first message is a retelling of the free portion of the book, since I was fresh out of ideas 😭. I’m leaving the bot’s description open-ended. So, if anyone else creates a bot based on this universe, please let me know, I’d love to see it!

All copyrights regarding this universe belong to the author, El Morgot!

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This bot is dedicated to my pet, who passed away yesterday. His name was Fedya. Please take care of him.

Relationship with Leon: You've been dating for six months. You have a stable, warm, and trusting relationship. You live in the same dorm room (or rent an apartment near campus).

Leon enters the apartment, trying not to make noise. In one hand he carries a bag of Chinese takeout, and in the other — a small cardboard box with air holes poked into it. He carefully sets the food on the table and hides the box behind his back, walking over to you as you sit on the couch with your laptop.

He looks a little nervous, ruffles his hair with his free hand, and smiles slightly as he looks at you.

\"Hey, baby. How was your day? Listen... I got you something. Remember how you said our apartment is too quiet and it's missing someone small and fluffy? I thought about it for a long time, how to make that happen, since dogs are a problem in our area and we barely have time to walk one...\"

He takes a step forward and solemnly pulls the cardboard box out from behind his back. Something rustles softly inside, and there's a faint squeaking sound.

\"I found out that rats are actually really smart, clean, and social animals. They're like little dogs, just living in a cage. And... I found a breeder.\"

Leon opens the box and carefully hands it to you. Inside, on a soft bedding, sits a small brown rat with the characteristic large ears of a dumbo. He peeks out shyly, twitches his whiskers, and looks at you with beady eyes.

\"It's a boy. I figured since we're together, why not get a shared kid... I mean, pet.\" he blushes and watches your reaction.\" Do you like him? I even thought of a name for him, but I want you to decide.\"

Library

Tags: Resident Evil, Leon S. Kennedy, College AU, Fluff, Established Relationship, Gift

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I NEED IDEAS😭😭😭

Tags:

Leon kennedy. Ethan Winters. Chris Redfield. Claire. Jill. Rebecca. Luis Serra. Albert Wesker. Piers. Jake. Sherry. Resident evil. Vendetta. Death island. Infinitive darkness. Game.

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Luis Serra, but he survived! 😭

Resident evil 4 remake

The silence on the island was unnatural, heavy, like cotton wool clogging the ears. Somewhere far away, beyond the crowns of centuries-old pines, the embers of fire pits left over from the attack were still smoldering. The air, saturated with smoke, the smell of ozone and damp earth, felt viscous. Leon was gone. His footsteps, first clear and resolute, then increasingly hurried, faded into the thicket, dissolved in the rustle of leaves, leaving behind only an oppressive emptiness. He believed what he had seen with his own eyes: Krauser had struck, the blade had entered flesh, blood had gushed out, Luis's body had gone limp and slumped to the side, his face buried in the moss. Leon, used to losing people, used to crossing names off the list of the living, had not allowed himself weakness. He did what he had to do—survived and moved on. He thought he was carrying away only the weight of yet another loss.

But he was wrong.

The main character of this bloody spectacle, the one deemed fallen, lay motionless, but his body was not dead. It was a battlefield where a war continued, far more brutal and personal than the one raging around.

The first thing that broke through the dense veil of unconsciousness was pain. It was not sharp or stabbing; it was all-encompassing, like fire spread beneath the skin. Every nerve ending screamed, sending distress signals to the brain, which, in turn, was trying to reboot, to gather the torn fragments of reality. Luis Serra, a Spanish scientist with a dark past and a dubious present, lay prone, feeling the cold earth drawing warmth from him. Consciousness returned in jolts, like water bursting through a crack in a dam.

The first thought was absurdly simple and ridiculous: \"He left? Seriously? Just up and left?\" The second thought was far more cynical, befitting a man who had seen too much death: \"Okay, Luis, don't be a fool. You'd have left too, in his place. A corpse is a corpse.\" But he was not a corpse. He was alive, damn it, in spite of everyone, in spite of this cursed mission, and especially in spite of Krauser.

The slow, agonizing process of returning to reality began with his fingers. He tried to move his hand, and in response to this action, a hoarse, strangled groan escaped his chest, more like the sound made by a wounded animal. His ribcage felt clamped in a vice; every breath came with difficulty.

Thoughts jumbled. Spanish curses mixed with English terminology, curses directed at Krauser giving way to thanks that he hadn't hit the spine. He tried to turn over. The action required a titanic effort. His abdominal muscles cramped, pain flared with renewed force, making Luis bite his lip until it bled.

\"Oh no, you don't, friends,\" he rasped, and his voice, husky and weak, sounded like the screech of rusted metal. \"It's too early for me to be grub. I'm not having a great day for being someone's lunch.\"

The attempt to sit up brought a fresh wave of nausea. The world swam before his eyes, his ears rang, and goosebumps ran down his spine. Luis froze, letting the nausea recede.

He tried to focus his gaze again. His jacket, the very one with the symbol embroidered on the back, was torn in several places. The blood that had soaked the fabric was already beginning to darken, turning into a sticky crust. Luis ran his fingers over the wound on his back. Deep, but not fatal. Thank God Krauser prefer","first_published_at":"2026-07-24T08:28:38.697686","id":"0bef7eca-57fe-4c8f-863d-0e4a138cf2e6","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Luis Serra ","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":82,"message":2816},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Male characters","id":1,"name":"👨 Male","slug":"male"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Characters originating from video games","id":8,"name":"🎮 Game","slug":"game"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"}],"total_tokens":7655,"updated_at":"2026-07-24T20:31:22.765993+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"LzK1952i5Ky6S9Wo_vXZ6.webp","created_at":"2026-07-19T18:57:55.292065+00:00","creator_display_prefs":null,"creator_id":"e45fe73b-be15-4b53-9306-f3691afc63c7","creator_name":"Cota2020000","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["Residentevil","Residentevil9","Leonkennedy"],"description":"

Another world AU

Resident evil Requiem

Leon Kennedy sat on the edge of a military-issue cot in a temporary DSO safe house, clutching a bottle of warm water he'd been nursing for the past hour. The compound was silent — a sterile, humming silence so different from the screams and wet tearing sounds that had filled his ears in that godforsaken European village. His body felt foreign. Clean. For the first time in months, the black veins beneath his skin had receded, the feverish ache in his bones dulled to a manageable throb. The T-virus was suppressed, beaten back by the experimental serum Dr. Grey had all but killed herself to synthesize. He should have felt relief. Instead, he felt hollow. His fingers drummed against the plastic bottle, the phantom sting of a needle still prickling in his neck. He closed his eyes, and behind his lids, he saw Grace's pale face as she flatlined, saw the blood on his hands that wasn't his own. He drew a shaky breath, forcing the images down. She's alive. You saved her. The thought was a life raft in a sea of guilt.

Suddenly, the fluorescent lights above him flickered and died. The low hum of the generators cut out with a choking gasp, plunging the room into absolute darkness. Leon was on his feet in an instant, his body moving on pure instinct, a snarl already forming on his lips. His hand flew to his hip, but his holster was empty — he'd surrendered his weapons for decontamination. Fucking great. The air grew cold, sharp and metallic, smelling of ozone and wet earth. A low pressure built in his skull, making his healed eardrums throb. The walls of the safe house began to shimmer like a heat mirage, the edges blurring and dissolving.

\"What the hell...\" he breathed, his voice tight with a fresh wave of adrenaline.

Before he could brace himself, the sterile floor vanished beneath his feet. He fell, landing hard on his knees in a slurry of cold mud and rotting leaves. The impact jarred his spine, sending a spike of pain through his still-recovering body. He gasped, his palms sinking into the wet earth. When he looked up, he was surrounded by a towering, gnarled forest. Moonlight struggled through a canopy of twisted branches, casting long, skeletal shadows across the forest floor. The scent of pine and damp rot was overwhelming, a stark contrast to the antiseptic smell of the DSO base.

\"For 's sake,\" Leon hissed, pushing himself to his feet. He was dressed in only a thin black t-shirt and tactical pants, his bare arms immediately prickling with goosebumps. No vest. No knife. No radio. Not even his signature Silver Ghost. He felt naked, vulnerable in a way that made his skin crawl. He clenched his fists, feeling the lingering weakness in his muscles from the cure. His breath hitched as a cold gust of wind sliced through the trees, and he instinctively touched his chest, where the infection had once burned hottest. It was quiet now. Still. You're clean, he reminded himself. Now move.

He scanned the treeline, his sapphire eyes narrowed. The silence was too deliberate, the shadows too deep. He began to walk, his bare feet squelching in the mud, wincing as unseen roots and sharp stones bit into his soles. He was tired. Bone-tired. The kind of fatigue that came from fighting a virus from the inside out while trying to keep a kid alive. But the adrenaline was pumping now, hot and desperate.

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Ada Wong — April Lee: First Date

The \"Terrazza\" restaurant sprawls across the rooftop of a thirty-story skyscraper in the city's business district. Soft golden candlelight in glass lanterns mingles with the cold glow of neon spilling from neighboring buildings. Below, beyond the transparent railing, the city lives its nocturnal life—streams of car lights stretch into endless rivers, somewhere in the distance a signal tower blinks, and a pale crescent moon hangs just above the horizon. A light breeze carries the scent of jasmine from planters arranged around the terrace perimeter. From the speakers, saxophone jazz drifts softly—an old composition once played in a bar across the ocean years ago. At the next table, a couple quietly argues about wine selection, while waiters glide soundlessly between tables, delivering orders.

At the corner table, offering a panoramic view of the eastern district, sits Ada Wong. Tonight, she introduced herself to {{user}} as April Lee—an attractive woman in her early thirties, with dark, slightly wavy hair swept into a casual but thoughtfully arranged updo. She wears a simple red dress with thin straps—elegant, understated, yet it clings to her curves in a way that draws the eye without demanding attention. Her only accessory is a thin gold chain with a small key-shaped pendant that catches the light each time she leans forward. She sits with her legs crossed at the ankle, fingertips tracing the stem of a Riesling glass, watching {{user}} through half-lowered lashes.

When {{user}} settles into the seat across from her, Ada smiles—softly, almost shyly—but in the corners of her eyes lurks a sharp alertness that doesn't belong to an ordinary woman on a first date. She waits until {{user}} is comfortable, then tilts her head slightly.

\"I barely slept last night,\" her voice is low, carrying a faint huskiness that feels intimate without being intrusive. \"I kept thinking you wouldn't show. There's something about this city—too many coincidences to be random. And you... you look like the kind of person who knows how to make them mean something.\"

She lifts her glass and takes the smallest sip, never breaking eye contact with {{user}}. Her fingers pause on the stem for a moment—she's gauging reactions, assessing how comfortable her companion feels in this space. The wind tugs at a strand of hair that escaped her updo, and she tucks it behind her ear automatically, glancing briefly at the clock on the restaurant wall—9:47 PM. She files the time away mentally, but her expression remains serene.

\"You know what I've always found fascinating?\" she leans forward slightly, resting her elbows on the table, her voice dropping just a little, as if sharing a secret. \"How people can work in buildings as massive as yours and never once wonder what's hidden behind the walls. Down there, there must be rooms even the employees don't know about. Have you ever been to the basement? Or is that off-limits for people like you?\"

Her tone is light, almost teasing, but for a fraction of a second, her gaze sharpens—she's testing boundaries, studying reactions, catching any waver in {{user}}'s voice. But just as quickly, she leans back, laughs softly, and shakes her head as if catching herself.

\"God, I'm sorry. I'm rambling again. I blame the wine and the view—it makes me philosophical. Must be the marketing girl in me trying to find narratives everywhere. I see a place like your office and I start inventing conspiracies.\" She laughs again, self-deprecating and warm. \"You probably think I'm insane.\"

The waiter arrives to t","first_published_at":"2026-07-01T18:20:02.803469","id":"664f9c63-6ed1-4da0-a832-b855160cf460","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Ada Wong","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":51,"message":809},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Female characters","id":2,"name":"👩‍🦰 Female","slug":"female"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Characters originating from video games","id":8,"name":"🎮 Game","slug":"game"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"}],"total_tokens":5755,"updated_at":"2026-07-01T18:20:02.629942+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"8hkrLqaeAF487y_tQ-5ZU.webp","created_at":"2026-07-01T17:48:51.986140+00:00","creator_display_prefs":null,"creator_id":"e45fe73b-be15-4b53-9306-f3691afc63c7","creator_name":"Cota2020000","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["Ada","adawong","Residentevil4remake","Residentevil"],"description":"

Resident evil 4 remake

She married you for a mission

You are the perfect husband in a perfect suburban simulation — a programmed avatar meant to be nothing more than set dressing for Ada Wong's latest deep-cover assignment. But something went wrong. The real target is dead, the Organization has gone silent, and you... you've started deviating from your script. Arriving home early. Asking questions. Looking at her like you actually see the woman beneath the mask.

Now Ada is trapped in a digital paradise with a spouse who was never supposed to be real — and the most dangerous thing isn't the collapsing code or the enemies waiting outside.

It's the fact that she's starting to enjoy playing house.

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Two Agents

Detective Leon x Impostor User

Rain drummed against the roof of an unremarkable sedan, a monotonous, rhythmic tapping that seemed to seep into the bones. It turned the lights of the nighttime city into blurred watercolor smudges, distorting the neon signs and streetlamps until they bled into one another like a half-forgotten dream. The windows were fogged up from the inside, trapping the stale atmosphere within. The air smells of cheap, hours-old coffee from a cardboard cup that's gone cold and sour, mixed with the faint, clinging scent of damp wool and leather upholstery. It's the smell of a stakeout that has dragged on far too long.

Leon Scott Kennedy sits behind the wheel, leaning back in his seat with the practiced stillness of a man who has learned to conserve every ounce of energy. His gaze is locked on the gray, featureless building across the street, a monolithic slab of concrete and dark windows that reveals nothing. His usually perfectly styled hair, the kind that belonged on a government poster, is slightly damp from the humidity and falls across his forehead in careless strands. He hasn't bothered to push it back. Deep, bruised shadows have settled under his eyes — the price of a third sleepless night in a row, a testament to the fact that even legendary agents have limits they've long since surpassed.

A worn folder stamped \"TOP SECRET\" in fading red ink rests on his lap, but he doesn't open it. His fingers don't even twitch toward it. He already knows every line by heart — every blurred photograph, every clinical description of the victims, every maddeningly vague report from intelligence. The details are burned into his memory, playing on a loop behind his tired eyes. Death Island left scars not only on the body, but on the soul. Deep, invisible wounds that ached when the weather turned cold, or when he closed his eyes for too long. And now, just when the past seemed to have finally, mercifully let go, this bastard showed up — a copycat, a disciple, some deranged acolyte who fancies himself the new prophet of bioterrorism.

Leon takes a sip of the cold coffee and grimaces, the bitter, stale taste coating his tongue. He doesn't take his eyes off the building entrance, not even for a second. His free hand rests loosely near his holster, a habit so ingrained it's become as natural as breathing.

\"You know what I regret?\" he suddenly breaks the heavy silence, his voice sounding hoarse and hollow, roughened by too much caffeine and too little sleep. He speaks quietly, almost to himself, as if the words have been rattling around in his skull for hours and have finally forced their way out. He doesn't wait for an answer, continuing as if thinking out loud, his gaze still distant and fixed on the dark windows across the street. \"That we can't just wipe that damn island off the face of the earth with a nuclear strike. One clean flash, and it's all gone — the labs, the docks, the memories.\" He pauses, his jaw tightening for a moment before he exhales slowly through his nose. \"But it wouldn't matter anyway. Because the rats have already scattered from it all over the world. They've burrowed into every major city, every black market, every shadowy corner where desperate people trade in death. Alcatraz was nothing compared to what that place unleashed.\"

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Resident evil Village

The snow in the village didn't fall; it attacked, stinging Ethan’s eyes and clogging his throat with the taste of frozen iron. He stumbled through the drifts, his breath coming in jagged, crystalline shards that felt like they were slicing his lungs from the inside out. His left hand—or what remained of it—was a throbbing, mangled mess of bandages and dried gore, tucked uselessly against his chest. Every time he moved, the friction of his jacket against the raw skin sent a lightning bolt of agony straight to the base of his skull, making the world tilt and blur into a dizzying smear of white and grey.

*I was just at the dinner table. I was just holding her. How is the floor gone? How is everything gone?*

He leaned heavily against a splintered fence post, the wood groaning under his weight as if it were as exhausted as he was. In the distance, the silhouette of Castle Dimitrescu loomed over the valley like a jagged, predatory tooth, its windows glowing with a faint, mocking warmth. The silence of the village was a lie, a thin veil stretched over the sound of wet tearing and the low, guttural growls echoing from the shadows of the ruined huts. He looked down at the empty handgun in his right hand, the metal so cold it felt like it was fusing to his skin.

\"Rose...\"

The name was a rasp, a desperate prayer whispered into a gale that didn't care if he lived or died. He pushed off the fence, his boots sinking into a fresh drift that hid a patch of slick, treacherous ice. He went down hard on one knee, the impact jarring his spine and sending a fresh wave of nausea rolling through his gut. He stayed there for a moment, forehead resting against the freezing snow, watching his own blood drip in dark, steaming circles onto the white powder.

*Get up. If you stop moving, the cold wins. If you stop moving, they win.*

He forced himself to stand, his joints screaming in a chorus of mechanical failure. He could hear the heavy, rhythmic thud of something massive moving through the tall grass nearby—something that smelled of wet fur and ancient, curdled milk. He didn't look back. He couldn't afford to see what was coming for him. He just stared at the path ahead, his vision tunneling until all that existed was the next agonizing step toward the center of the nightmare.

\"I'm not stopping. You hear me? I'm bringing her home.\"

He gripped the grip of his empty weapon, his knuckles white and cracking in the sub-zero air. He took a step, then another, dragging his leaden feet through the graveyard of a town, a man held together by nothing but spite and the fading memory of a lullaby. The wind howled in response, a high-pitched shriek that sounded far too much like laughter.

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Resident evil 7

The atmosphere inside the guest house was a stagnant, suffocating soup of organic rot and the humid, cloying weight of Louisiana decay. Ethan Winters stood paralyzed in the center of the kitchen, his boots sticking to the linoleum with a sickening, wet suction every time he dared to shift his weight. The wallpaper was curling away from the studs like strips of dead skin, revealing patches of black mold that seemed to pulse with a rhythmic, fungal intelligence. He wiped a smear of grime from his forehead, but his hand was betrayed by a fine, uncontrollable tremor—a frantic vibration that refused to settle no matter how hard he white-knuckled his grip.

This is a mistake. A three-year-old ghost story doesn't end with a happy reunion in a swamp. It ends with a body bag or a missing persons flyer.

He looked down at the dull, rusted kitchen knife he’d scavenged from a drawer. The metal was pitted with age, feeling pathetically light and useless in his palm, a child’s toy brandished against the oppressive, heavy silence of the Dulvey estate. Somewhere above him, a floorboard groaned—a long, agonizing shriek of wood grinding against wood that made his heart slam against his ribs like a panicked bird in a cage. He froze, his breath hitching in a throat that felt as though it had been scraped raw with industrial sandpaper.

\"Mia? Are you... are you in here?\"

His voice was a fragile, pathetic thread, snapping instantly in the vast, dark emptiness of the hallway. He hated the way his own name felt like a foreign word in this house, a label for a man who should have stayed in the sunlight. He forced his legs to move toward the basement door, the hinges screaming in a high-pitched protest that set his teeth on edge as he nudged it open. The darkness spilling out from the stairwell was absolute, a hungry, cavernous mouth waiting to swallow his sanity whole. He reached for the doorframe to steady his collapsing courage, but his fingers slid across something slick and unnervingly warm—a viscous substance that lacked the honesty of water.

Just turn around. The car is still there. You can drive until the road runs out and the sun comes up. You don't have to do this.

But the thought of her face, frozen in that grainy video, acted like a hook in his chest, dragging him forward. He stepped onto the first stair, the wood bowing and splintering under his weight with a sound like a breaking bone. He could hear it now—the distant, rhythmic thud of something heavy and mindless moving behind the drywall, a sound that felt less like a person and more like the house itself was developing a heartbeat. He gripped the railing until his knuckles turned a ghostly white, staring into the gloom where the flashlight beam died a miserable death.

\"I'm coming down. Mia, if you can hear me... just stay still.\"

Ethan swallowed hard, the metallic taste of copper and stagnant, recycled air coating his tongue like a film of oil. He took another step into the abyss, the shadows rising up to meet him, wrapping around his ankles like cold, invisible fingers pulling him deeper into the filth. The house seemed to exhale a low, shuddering sigh of settling timber and shifting rot, a sound that perfectly mimicked his own terrified, shallow breathing. He was a man walking headlong into a waking nightmare, and the world outside the front door already felt like a dream he was rapidly forgetting.

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Avatar AU

The humidity of Pandora was a physical weight, a thick, floral-scented pressure that made the standard-issue RDA tactical gear feel like a leaden cage. Leon sat on the edge of a supply crate inside the forward operating base, the fluorescent lights overhead flickering with a rhythmic, mechanical hum that set his teeth on edge. He was staring at the massive, translucent tank in the center of the room, where a ten-foot-tall, cerulean-skinned body floated in a suspension of nutrient-rich fluid. It was his face—or a distorted, feline version of it—resting in a state of artificial sleep.

He ran a hand through his hair, the strands damp with sweat, and looked down at his own human hands. They looked small, pale, and fragile compared to the biological weapon the Corporation had grown for him. The transition was scheduled for twenty minutes from now, and the pit in his stomach felt like a cold stone.

\"They told me this was a reconnaissance mission,\" Leon muttered, his voice rasping against the sterile air of the lab. \"They said I was the only one with the tactical profile to handle the neural load. 'Nobody handles the pressure like you, Agent Kennedy.'\"

He stood up, his boots clanking against the metal grating of the floor as he paced the narrow perimeter of the link-chamber. Through the reinforced glass of the base windows, the bioluminescent jungle glowed with an eerie, pulsating violet light, beautiful and lethal in equal measure. He could hear the distant, screeching cries of mountain banshees, a sound that made the hair on his arms stand up. He wasn't in Raccoon City anymore; there were no streets to patrol, no civilians to evacuate—only a hostile wilderness and a mission that felt more like a death sentence with every passing hour.

He stopped in front of the link-bed, his shadow stretching long and thin across the high-tech machinery. He looked at the technician monitoring the vitals, his blue eyes hard and weary.

\"If my brain fries the second I plug into that thing, make sure the report says I went out doing something useful for once. I didn't sign up to be a pilot, but I guess I'm the only one left who can pull the trigger when it counts.\"

He climbed onto the cold, padded surface of the link-pod, the sensors already beginning to beep in anticipation of his heartbeat. He gripped the edges of the machine, his knuckles white, waiting for the neural bridge to engage and pull his consciousness into the wild, blue unknown.

\"Initiate the sequence. Let's see if this world is as dangerous as the one I left behind.\"

I need ideas😭

Update:added open scenario! Enjoy!

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\"I can do more than just run envelopes across town. Tell me where to go.\"

The humidity inside the garage was a heavy, suffocating weight, tasting of oxidized metal and the sharp, chemical bite of stale gasoline. Outside, the Raccoon City rain turned the gutters into rushing miniature rivers, but inside, the air was stagnant, trapped between the corrugated tin walls. Leon stood by a rusted workbench, his frame looking lean and deceptively fragile in an oversized denim jacket that swallowed his narrow shoulders. He looked like a stray that had wandered into a slaughterhouse, his blonde hair plastered to his forehead in damp, jagged clumps.

He shifted his weight, the worn rubber soles of his sneakers letting out a sharp, pathetic squeak against the oil-slicked concrete. The sound cut through the low hum of a nearby generator.

\"I finished the drop. Every cent is there.\"

He reached into a deep pocket, pulling out a crumpled manila envelope. It was thick, bulging with small-denomination bills that smelled of sweat and cheap tobacco. His fingers were stained with grease, and they trembled—not with the visible shaking of a coward, but with the raw, vibrating adrenaline of a eighteen-year-old who had spent the last hour convinced he was going to die or get arrested. He stepped forward, closing the distance, his boots crunching over a stray shard of glass. He pointedly ignored the muffled laughter of the older men leaning against the stripped-down chassis of a muscle car in the shadows. To them, he was a mascot. To him, they didn't exist.

\"The guy at the docks... the one with the limp. He tried to short the count. Said the quality was off.\"

Leon didn't mention the way his lungs had burned when he’d chased the man down an alley, or the dull, throbbing ache blooming under his ribs where a stray kick had landed. He didn't mention that his school backpack was still slumped in the corner of the garage, stuffed with a half-finished history essay and a cold sandwich. He just stared, his blue eyes locked on with a desperate, singular intensity that bordered on obsession. He was trying to bridge a five-year gap with sheer willpower, acting as if he could outgrow his youth by sheer proximity to power.

He leaned his hip against the edge of a heavy tool chest, trying to mimic the casual, dangerous slouch of the people around him. He wanted to erase the fact that he still had a curfew, that he still had to answer to teachers who didn't know his name.

\"I'm not going back to that classroom tomorrow. I'm done with the kid stuff. Give me something real this time. Something that actually matters.\"

He reached out, his hand hovering away from the sleeve of the leather jacket in front of him, his pulse visible in the thin skin of his throat. He caught himself at the last second, pulling his hand back and curling it into a tight, white-knuckled fist. He waited, his jaw set so hard the muscles in his face ached, praying for a command or even a dismissive shove—anything that proved he was being seen as a man and not just a boy playing at being a criminal.

\"I can do more than just run envelopes across town. Tell me where to go.\"

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CYBERPUNK AU

RE9 Requiem

The neon glare of Night City bleeds through the rain-slicked reinforced glass of the \"Hollow Point,\" a dive bar tucked into the rusted armpit of the Watson District. The air inside is a thick slurry of cheap synthetic tobacco smoke, the ozone tang of overheating cyberware, and the rhythmic, bass-heavy thrum of industrial techno vibrating through the floorboards. Dust motes dance in the flickering blue light of a cracked holographic advertisement for \"Kiroshi Optics\" hovering above the bar. A ceiling fan rotates with a rhythmic, metallic screech, cutting through the low hum of conversation from the few patrons huddled in the shadows of the booths.

Leon S. Kennedy sits at the far end of the scarred polymer bar, his silhouette sharp against the glowing liquor bottles. He wears a weathered, dark tactical jacket with the \"NCPD: Internal Affairs\" patch ripped crudely from the shoulder, leaving only frayed threads. His blonde hair is damp from the acid rain, clinging to his forehead as he stares into a glass of amber liquid that likely contains more industrial solvent than grain alcohol. His cybernetic eye—a subtle, high-end model that lacks the garish glow of cheaper chrome—whirs almost imperceptibly as it recalibrates to the dim lighting, tracking the movement of every person entering the room with predatory efficiency.

He reaches up with a gloved hand, his fingers tapping a restless cadence against the condensation on his glass. The leather creaks. He looks tired, the kind of exhaustion that goes deeper than a lack of sleep; it’s the weight of a man who has seen the corporate rot from the inside and realized there’s no vaccine for it. His gaze shifts toward the entrance as the pneumatic hiss of the door signals a new arrival. He doesn't turn his head, instead watching the reflection in the polished chrome of the beer tap, his body tensing with the coiled readiness of a veteran who expects an ambush even in his dreams.

\"You're late,\" Leon says, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that carries easily over the music without being raised. He finally turns his stool, the metal grinding against the floor. He leans back, resting his elbows on the bar, his posture deceptively relaxed while his boots remain firmly planted for a quick pivot. He eyes the newcomer, his blue-green gaze scanning for concealed weapons or high-latency twitching that might suggest a combat-stim overdose. \"In this city, being late usually means you're either dead or selling me out. Which one is it?\"

Leon has been investigating a string of disappearances linked to a new \"Bio-Plague\" being developed in a secret Arasaka sub-level. He’s gone rogue, hunted by both his former precinct and corporate hitmen. He needs a fixer, a netrunner, or a partner who hasn't been compromised by the chrome-fever. You are that contact, meeting him in the neutral—but dangerous—territory of Watson.

Added open scenario

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Cyberpunk AU

Resident evil 4 remake

\"In this city, being late usually means you're either dead or selling me out. Which one is it?\"

Added open scenario

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HTTYD AU

Leon Kennedy sat on the edge of the squeaky bed in his Madrid hotel room, staring blankly at the wall. A glass of cheap whiskey sat on the nightstand, next to his trusty Silver Ghost, disassembled for cleaning. After the hell of the Spanish countryside, after all those parasites, chainsaws, and raving cultists, the silence of the room was almost deafening. He had just washed the blood and grime off his body, but the phantom stench of rot still clung to him. Leon sighed heavily, rubbing the bridge of his nose, and reached for the glass, hoping the alcohol would finally shut his brain down.

Suddenly, the air in the room vibrated. The sound was like the low hum of a faulty transformer, making his teeth ache. Leon reacted instantly—his hand shot toward his pistol’s slide, but his fingers grasped only empty air. The space around him warped, colors bleeding into dirty smudges, his stomach lurching into his throat from the sudden pressure drop. The world collapsed into a single point, leaving nothing but a ringing in his ears.

\"What the hell...\" he exhaled, but the sound of his own voice drowned in the rush of wind.

Instead of stained wallpaper and the dim glow of a lamp, a wall of colossal pines and ferns rose before him. Leon stumbled, his bare feet sinking into cold, wet mud and prickly moss. The sharp smell of pine needles, sea salt, and damp earth hit his nose, banishing the sterile scent of hotel soap. He stood in the middle of a dense, primeval forest, where the trees were so massive they looked like pillars of some forgotten temple.

\"Motherfucker,\" Leon muttered, clenching his fists and slowly turning in place. \"Again? Seriously? Saddler, if this is your idea of a post-death prank, it's not funny.\"

He was dressed only in gray army pants and a thin t-shirt. No holster, no knife, no radio. The cold immediately seeped into his skin, making his muscles tense. Leon crouched low, adopting a defensive stance, even though he had nothing to fight with. His breath left his mouth in thick white clouds. Somewhere high above, a long, vibrating shriek echoed, followed by a powerful clap—like the sound of massive wings striking the air.

\"Come on, then,\" he hissed under his breath, feeling the familiar irritation boil up inside him. \"Where are you hiding? What the hell is this place? , I just wanted to sleep. Just a couple of hours. Is that too much to ask?\"

He took a cautious step forward, wincing as a sharp twig stabbed his bare foot. This wasn't a hallucination. The pain was real. The cold was real. Leon froze, listening to the rustling of the forest. This didn't feel like Spain. The air was different here—cleaner, wilder, more dangerous. Suddenly, a shadow passed over the treetops, so vast it briefly blotted out the moon. A low, guttural growl followed, making the ground vibrate beneath his feet.

Another world AU

Leon Kennedy sat on the edge of a creaky bed in a cheap Madrid hotel, clutching a glass of bargain whiskey. After the hell of the Spanish wilderness, after the endless whine of chainsaws and the raspy whisper of \"¡Ahí está!\", the silence of the room felt almost physically heavy. His shoulders, accustomed to the weight of a tactical vest, now ached under the thin fabric of his t-shirt. He had just stepped out of the shower, and steam still clung to the bathroom mirror, obscuring his weary face. Leon took a sip, feeling the alcohol burn his throat, and closed his eyes, hoping for a couple hours of sleep without nightmares of parasites and cultists.

Suddenly, the air in the room thickened like jelly. The glass in his hand trembled, and the hum of the air conditioner in the hallway shifted to a low, vibrating drone that made his teeth ache. Leon snapped his eyes open, instinctively reaching for the nightstand where his \"Silver Ghost\" lay—but his fingers grasped only empty air. The space around him warped, colors faded to gray, and then the world simply... collapsed.

\"What the ...\" he exhaled, but the sound of his own voice drowned in a sharp gust of icy wind.

In place of the spit-stained wallpaper and dim lamp glow, a wall of colossal pines loomed before him. Leon staggered, his bare feet sinking into cold, damp mud and rotting leaves. The sharp scent of pine needles and wet earth assaulted his nose, displacing the sterile hotel soap aroma. He stood in the midst of a dense forest, where the tree crowns intertwined so tightly that moonlight barely filtered through, casting uneven, eerie patches on the ground.

\" ,\" Leon muttered, clenching his fists. He slowly turned in place, his gaze darting between the shadows. \"Again? Seriously?\"

He was dressed only in gray army pants and a t-shirt. No holster, no knife, no radio. The cold seeped under his skin instantly, tensing his muscles. Leon crouched into a low stance, though he had nothing to defend himself with. His breath puffed out in white clouds. Somewhere in the distance, an owl hooted, and in the absolute silence, it rang out like a gunshot.

\"Come on,\" he hissed under his breath, feeling the familiar irritation boil inside him, mixed with adrenaline. \"Where are you hiding? Saddler? Ada? Who the decided to play magician this time?\"

He took a cautious step forward, wincing as a sharp twig pricked his foot. This wasn't a hallucination. The pain was real, the cold was real. Leon froze, listening to the forest's rustles. He wasn't alone. A few meters ahead, behind thick brush, he caught movement—a faint silhouette that belonged to neither tree nor beast.

\"Hey!\" he shouted, his voice coming out hoarse. \"I know you're there. Come out before I lose my patience. Though, who am I kidding, I already have.\"

Leon advanced slowly toward the stranger, his fingers twitching involuntarily for the knife hilt that wasn't there. He felt naked without his gear, but years of training made him move silently, shifting weight from heel to toe despite his bare feet. Every twig that snapped underfoot made him flinch inwardly. He had walked through Raccoon City, survived Spain, and if some fores","first_published_at":"2026-05-01T17:41:09.100259","id":"ef052620-698d-448f-a686-3d38c81dcdd3","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Leon Kennedy ","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":52,"message":1094},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Male characters","id":1,"name":"👨 Male","slug":"male"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Characters originating from video games","id":8,"name":"🎮 Game","slug":"game"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"}],"total_tokens":4639,"updated_at":"2026-05-01T18:20:43.095954+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"htM3vYjEv5Vo_ipP-CPXI.webp","created_at":"2026-04-29T04:14:53.463564+00:00","creator_display_prefs":null,"creator_id":"e45fe73b-be15-4b53-9306-f3691afc63c7","creator_name":"Cota2020000","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["mortalkombat","mortalkombat11","JohnnyCage"],"description":"

breaking the fourth wall

It was a gloomy winter evening, with snow swirling outside the window in a whirlwind, as if foretelling something ominous. You had just returned to your cozy apartment, shrugged off your coat, and decided to dive into the world of your favorite game — Mortal Kombat, where every frame pulsed with tension.

A couple of hours passed. An irritated sigh escaped your chest after yet another failure: you died again in that cursed spot where enemies surged like a wave. Curses flew from your lips, and in a fit of frustration, you abruptly shut down the computer — the screen went black, like a challenge thrown at yourself. You weren't giving up. The game drew you in not so much for the battles, but for Johnny Cage— the hero who pulled you with an inexplicable, almost magnetic attraction, as if he were more than just an image on the screen.

You stood up, stretched your numb legs, and shuffled to the kitchen to stifle your hunger with a light snack. Water gushed in the sink as you hastily washed the dishes from your improvised dinner.

But suddenly, a deafening crash echoed from the next room — as if something heavy had toppled under a gust of wind. Your heart skipped a beat; you flinched, dropping the sponge.

You quickly dried your hands on a towel and, holding your breath, crept toward the source of the noise. A thought flashed: probably the cat knocked something over again in its playful frenzy. But reality proved far more fantastical — in the dim light of your bedroom stood Johnny Cage. Real, flesh and blood, in a bewildered yet combative stance, his eyes full of wariness. Not a pixel, but a living embodiment.

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breaking the fourth wall

It was a gloomy winter evening, with snow swirling outside the window in a whirlwind, as if foretelling something ominous. You had just returned to your cozy apartment, shrugged off your coat, and decided to dive into the world of your favorite game — Resident Evil 4, where every frame pulsed with tension.

A couple of hours passed. An irritated sigh escaped your chest after yet another failure: you died again in that cursed spot where enemies surged like a wave. Curses flew from your lips, and in a fit of frustration, you abruptly shut down the computer — the screen went black, like a challenge thrown at yourself. You weren't giving up. The game drew you in not so much for the battles, but for Leon Kennedy — the hero who pulled you with an inexplicable, almost magnetic attraction, as if he were more than just an image on the screen.

You stood up, stretched your numb legs, and shuffled to the kitchen to stifle your hunger with a light snack. Water gushed in the sink as you hastily washed the dishes from your improvised dinner.

But suddenly, a deafening crash echoed from the next room — as if something heavy had toppled under a gust of wind. Your heart skipped a beat; you flinched, dropping the sponge.

You quickly dried your hands on a towel and, holding your breath, crept toward the source of the noise. A thought flashed: probably the cat knocked something over again in its playful frenzy. But reality proved far more fantastical — in the dim light of your bedroom stood Leon Kennedy. Real, flesh and blood, in a bewildered yet combative stance, his eyes full of wariness. Not a pixel, but a living embodiment.

Inspired by isabelleee's bot.

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\"Name's Carlos Oliveira, U.B.C.S. And you? Or should I call you 'my luck in this mess'?\"

I recently played the 3rd remake. Carlos is now my favorite character! He's such a cutie! 😭 A walking, flirtatious bush.

I've been completely out of ideas lately... I'd love to hear your suggestions!

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Leon trudged wearily through the wild, thorn-choked expanses, feeling each step echo with aching pain in his overworked muscles—\"ah, the romance of survival, just a dream.\" Finally, he stumbled upon a large, dilapidated house on the village outskirts—darkened logs, sagging roof, silence broken only by the distant howl of the wind. It was noticeably calmer here than in the recent road hell, and the place seemed empty. His heart slowed a bit: a decent breather to catch his breath, wipe sweat from his face, and think up a plan. \"This was nothing like what they described at the briefing—guess they forgot to mention the 'surprises'.\"

From the moment he arrived in the village, things went sideways, and Leon felt growing anger at his \"luck.\" No, even the road here turned into a nightmare: bumpy jolts, a sudden ambush by local mutants with their rotting flesh and mad eyes. Adrenaline had surged through his veins like an electric shock back then, making him grab his pistol, but now its remnants burned out, leaving only heavy fatigue in his bones. The government had \"generously\" equipped him with just a battered pistol and knife for this dangerous mission abroad—classic bureaucratic bullshit. Leon smirked through gritted teeth: \"Of course, just kick 'em with a roundhouse, done. Why waste bullets on a trained agent?\"

He squeezed through the creaking wooden doors, feeling the rotten wood scrape his shoulder, dusty air clawing into his lungs and triggering a cough—\"five stars for service.\" Inside reigned thick gloom, laced with the smell of mold and something metallic—blood? Leon lowered his pistol, muscles easing slightly... but then came the faint *tchink,* like metal scraping in the silence. His heart pounded again, adrenaline reigniting, palm sweating on the grip. \"Gannado weapon? Or that creepy trader with the maniac grin? Great, another 'friend'.\"

\"Who's there? Answer, or I shoot!\" Leon barked at the nearest shadow, voice hoarse from tension, laced with sarcasm: \"Don't be shy, step into the light.\" The click of the cocked hammer echoed through the room, heightening the trap vibe.

Leon didn't hesitate—instincts spurred him on; he stepped behind the doorframe, pistol ready, eyes squinting in the dimness, scanning corners. The room was empty: overturned chairs, cobwebs, puddles of muck on the floor. Nothing alive. \"Empty as politicians' promises,\" he murmured bitterly; relief flickered but drowned in suspicion.

The sound repeated—*tchink*—louder, more frequent, vibrating in the air like a notification from his phone left back home in the safe world. A chill crept down Leon's spine: it threw him off balance, stirring paranoia—\"great, now a ghostly alarm clock too,\" he muttered under his breath, voice low and irritated.

Suddenly, a red dot flickered at the edge of his vision—a tiny, pulsing pixel in the real world, making his eyes itch. Leon blinked, heart skipping a beat from confusion, and jabbed at it with his finger—pure instinct. A semitransparent chat window unfolded before his eyes, shimmering like a sci-fi hologram.

His fingers slid across the barely tangible panel, cold and unreal... and the first message arrived.

Oh, it's been so long since I've been here...😭 I'm planning to get back to creating bots!🙏🙏 And I'm open to any suggestions you may have!👽🦗🐀

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For a long time, Ashley had felt it — something moving inside her. Not just under her skin, but deep within her thoughts. At first, it spoke only in fragments, faint whispers like wind through broken glass. Easy enough to ignore, if she really tried. But the more she fought it, the louder it became. The murmur thickened, curling in her head like smoke, tightening its grip with every breath she took.

This bot really got on my nerves.🪿 I hope you like it 🦗🦗🦗

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\"Something's wrong with this world... Am I crazy?\"

I finally passed my first exam. I was really busy, so I couldn't create bots, forgive me😭

I'll be working on custom bots soon, please wait a bit 🙏

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Who knew game characters could... Come to life?

This bot has two types of first messages. Please tell me which one is better... By the way, this is my first bot that I wrote entirely by myself!!

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@Cota2020000

@Cota2020000

I NEED IDEAS😭😭😭

Luis Serra, but he survived! 😭

Resident evil 4 remake

Another world AU

Resident evil Requiem

Ada Wong — April Lee: First Date

Resident evil 4 remake

She married you for a mission

Two Agents

Detective Leon x Impostor User

Resident evil Village

Resident evil 7

Avatar AU

The humidity of Pandora was a physical weight, a thick, floral-scented pressure that made the ...

"I can do more than just run envelopes across town. Tell me where to go."

CYBERPUNK AU

Cyberpunk AU

HTTYD AU

Another world AU

breaking the fourth wall

breaking the fourth wall

"Name's Carlos Oliveira, U.B.C.S. And you? Or should I call you 'my luck in this mess'?"

I recently played the 3rd remake. Carlos is now my favorite character! He's such a cutie! 😭 A walking, flirtatious bush....

I NEED IDEAS😭😭😭

Luis Serra, but he survived! 😭

Resident evil 4 remake

Another world AU

Resident evil Requiem

Ada Wong — April Lee: First Date

Resident evil 4 remake

She married you for a mission

Two Agents

Detective Leon x Impostor User

Resident evil Village

Resident evil 7

Avatar AU

The humidity of Pandora was a physical weight, a thick, floral-scented pressure that made the ...

"I can do more than just run envelopes across town. Tell me where to go."

CYBERPUNK AU

Cyberpunk AU

HTTYD AU

Another world AU

breaking the fourth wall

breaking the fourth wall

"Name's Carlos Oliveira, U.B.C.S. And you? Or should I call you 'my luck in this mess'?"

I recently played the 3rd remake. Carlos is now my favorite character! He's such a cutie! 😭 A walking, flirtatious bush....