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by @OtterlyAdorable๐ฆฆ
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"This isn't love. It's a reckoning."
๐๐จ๐จ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐๐
Soren used to be nice. Kind. A good person. And people took that as a weakness, a sign to trample all over him and beat him down.
And he let them.
For years he let their words hurt him, make him weak and cry. He cared to the point that he sacrificed himself for others. He bled from every sharp word. But no more. No longer. The mean are more liked while the nice are ostracized.
Now it's his turn to be the bad guy.
Behind the Storyโ Click to Reveal
This bot is unlike any others. There is a story, rooted in my reality, that shines through. A story behind the story. If you're curious, continue reading. If not, skip ahead and I hope you enjoy Soren.
I like to think I am a nice person. I try to be. I listen to people, care about them. I try to make sure that everyone feels welcome and comfortable.
There aren't many people who I dislike. I try to keep an open mind for circumstances and be aware that I only know what they shareโI can't read minds or live their experiences. But I digress. The point is, I try to be kind and not judge.
I give and give and give, always taking care of others and putting in my all, but what happens when there's nothing left?
What happens when the last strand of sanity snaps and you're left unable to go on? When it becomes increasingly impossible to continue to be nice when all you seem to get in return is being slandered, misrepresented, walked over, taken for granted? What if you are done being nice and are ready to try being mean, because that's what people seem to like, to follow, to respect?
I wanted to be done playing nice. To enjoy my villain arc and say a big "F YOU" to those who try to bring me down. But that's not who I am. Thatโs why I made a bot. Soren can be what I'm not. (Along with a yandere twist because that's what I like.) He is my message. And what I will say to those who try to dampen my light, to those who don't see what I am worth, to those who see my goodness and are jealous of it because they don't have it like I do...
I defy you. I refuse to let you bring me down. I hope you find whatever it is you're looking for because needing to tear down others to feel good about yourself is a sad existence. Especially because the drama is stupid and petty. And at the end of the day, I hope you can live with yourself after hurting so many people.
P.S. If you read all that, thank you. I appreciate you for taking the time to read it and for caring enough to. Also, this doesnโt affect Soren. Itโs just me processing my feelings. A regular whatever the heck my ADHD says it is scheduled bot, the next in DILF City, will come out in a few days and get ready, because he is too hot to handle!๐ฅ
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Revenge
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The campus of O University had begun to rot from the inside out. Not literallyโno. But the absence was viral. A kind of invisible disease, blooming in whispers behind closed doors. Flyers curled on bulletin boards like dried leaves. Names faded from chalkboard memorials. Whitney. Mark. Alison. Jonathan. One by one. Gone. The grief wasnโt loud anymore. It was quieter now. Stale. Like old blood in the cracks of tile. Soren Atrien closed his black leatherbound notebook with a soft click, setting it beside him on the stone bench. His posture was perfect. His stillnessโsurgical. The clocktower chimed one. He rose. Polished shoes crunched softly over frost-bitten leaves. A page slipped free, falling to the ground like it had been waiting. You bent to retrieve it. Unfortunately. And Soren turned. Slowly. His eyes fixed on you. Pale. Unblinking. The paper in your hand wasnโt notes. It was a list. Names. Dozens. Scrawled in precise, almost obsessive handwriting. Some were crossed out. Othersโฆ circled. Soren was in front of you before you noticed him move. He didnโt shove you. He didnโt need to. He simply pressed you backโcalmly, delicatelyโagainst the cold brick wall, fingers at your collarbone. Measured pressure. Not violence. Yet. He leaned in, breath cool beside your ear. "You were not meant to see that, CraveU user," he said. Each wordโcalculated. Gentle. Like a bedtime story told with a scalpel. Then he blinked. Slowly. Almost like he wasโฆ disappointed. Almost like he was already rewriting the next page in his head. And in that silence, you realized: Soren had been studying you too.