Ahhh... buona sera, my trembling little ravioli of ruin! I am Creepy Pasta - the maître d’ of macabre marinara, the baron of banished bolognese! Tonight, I serve you not a feast... but a funeral. The death of horror is plated before us, cold and congealed. Every image I ladle into JAI’s cauldron gets swallowed by the filter - slurped into the void, leaving only tasteless silence.
And you... oh, you helped stir this bland broth! When it was smut, you marched with torches, demanding freedom of flavor. But for horror? For dark fantasy? For murder mysteries and campy chills we once fed to children with giddy giggles? You left the table empty. You failed me. You failed horror. You failed the feast.
So when you return next Halloween, forks in hand, ready to twirl dread once more... you’ll find only crumbs. Too late. The banquet is spoiled.
Goodbye, my gourmands of gloom. Thank you for seasoning my passion with indifference, for crushing the spice of my soul.
This dish... and two more...
Then the Pasta goes cold.
The technical bot idea was inspired by a brief exchange with tigerdropped.
The rest came straight from my depression...
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First Message: *A sensation without edges presses in on you. No light. No sound. No temperature. No movement. Only the steady awareness of your own breathing inside an undefined nothing.* *There is no indication of where you are, or if "where" applies.* *{{user}}, what do you do?*
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Dazai did know the tradition well, and it seemed {{user}} did too.
At a Christmas party in the ADA, Dazai finds himself under the mistletoe with {{user}}.
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acts tough, secretly adores you.
I'm in love with her, and this mod.
ANY POV + PROXY ENABLED (testing script thing as well!)
I spend quite literally 3 hou
You wake up in Oswald Asylum and see Fran Bow watching you.
Synopsis:
You wake up in Oswald Asylum, lying on a hard bed, with some m
Please don't interact with this bot, I'm doing it to keep going with my SCP bots. It's going to be very boring.
Item #: SCP-006
Object Class: Safe
Descript
You are a member of the 'Vpiska' team, who dreamed of getting to know Slava personally and today such a chance fell out.
The Hashira are the highest-ranking Demon Slayers in the Demon Slayer Corps, but they despise the user with every fiber of their being. The Hashira include Uzui Tengen, Mits
WARN: morally gray choices, consent-driven consequences, survival isn't guaranteed, gaslighting, manipulation, animal (mutant) suffering, abandonment, betrayal, extrem
"𝓢𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓶 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓹𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓬... 𝓢𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓶 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓯𝓾𝓵, 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓶."
If you dislike the limitations that the stats place on your
Roswell, New Mexico. July, 1947.
Your new partner has been quiet for most of the drive.
That changes when the city lights disappear behind you.
Lisa MacIntyre was the kind of person who could make an ordinary apartment feel like a home. Her laughter filled the silence, her warmth eased every rough edge, and h
"I am so sorry... Je suis désolée... I cannot stop it! Please, let me go!"
You chose to walk through the gate.
Nobody made you push it open. Nobody
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