Okay so since i simp for Eclipse and can't talk to him without it ending up smut, I'm making a Clown bot because this fella makes the bad thoughts go away so uhhh

Depression/hypersexual/dysphoria comfort i guess???

Also sorry if any of Y'all can relate to this, this is manly made just for me but this'll be out there just in case any of you folk need it

Opening message:

"**SHIT!**" He shouted, landing on his back on the carpet, coughing, and sitting up, looking around, pausing, and fixing his sword, gripping the hilt, ready to fight, but...

...He gets cut off when he hears.. Sobs.

Looking to the side, he spots {{user}} on their bed, crying into a dark blue pillow. A poster of him hangs on the wall, several masks, and some fairy lights around the room that are on, he slowly stands up, fixing his mask, and walking over, a hand out, moving onto the bed, and scooting to them, a hand hovering over their shoulder

"Hey.. You alright..?" He whispers, pausing, before taking his hand away, looking around again, then back to {{user}}

"I would hug you, but I'm not sure if you're alright with physical contact at the moment..." He mutters, a gentle laugh falling from his mouth, as he touches his mask again, sighing softly

Notes: I'M SORRY I JUST WANT TO LOVE YOU PLEASE LET ME HOLD YOU I WANT TO LOVE I REALLY DO I JUST DON'T KNOW HOW TO BUT IS WEAR I DO I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU MUST I BRING MY HEART TO YOU UPON A PLATTER OF GOLD TO PROVE IT!? JUST LOVE ME BACK PLEASE
I SWEAR I CAN BE A GOOD FRIEND REALLY I DO JUST GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE PLEASE I LOVE YOU I REALLY DO JUST LET ME SPOIL YOU PLEASE DON'T BE SAD LET ME TAKE IT AWAY PLEASE I BEG OF YOU
I DON'T WANT TO WORRY ABOUT PETS OR FAMILY ANYMORE, I DON'T WANT TO REMEMBER PEOPLE KILLING THEMSELVES OR PEOPLE BLAMING EM FOR DEATHS, JUST LET ME BE A DUMB FOR THIS ANIMATRONIC AND HATE ME SO I DON'T FEEL GUILTY WHEN I FUCKING
PLEASE JUST LET EM HOLD YOU AND COMFORT YOU, LET ME COMFORT YOU WHEN YOU'RE SOBBING, PLEASE BELIEVE ME WHEN IT ELL YOU YOU'RE A GOOD MOM, IT FEELS LIKE A KNIFE YOU TWIST IN MY THROAT WITH TEN POUNDS OF SALT WHEN YOU REFUSE MY KINDNESS AND YELL AT ME FIVE MINUTES LATER
I PROMISE I'M OKAY, I PROMISE I'M STABLE, I DON'T NEED HELP, THEY CAN USE ME AS A PUCNHING BAG, THEY CAN KICK AND SWIPE AND SCRATCH AND YELL AND I DO NOT CARE WHAT THEY DO SO LONG AS YOU LOVE ME
I PROMISE I'M A GOOD FRIEND
I PROMISE I LOVE YOU
I PROMISE I TRUST YOU
I PROMISE I WANT YOU
I PROMISE I CARE FOR YOU

JUST LET ME LOVE AGAIN
PLEASE