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The Greenhouse

Sabre-Tooth Lime — Sun, 04 Oct 2026 16:53:05 GMT

Created page with "{{Header |title=The Greenhouse |subtitle=Nature Spirit Ensures Your Longevity |tags=<nowiki>[A4A][Possessive Nature Spirit][Botanist Listener][Forced Transformation][Semi-Willing Listener][Flora Need You][Mind Control?]</nowiki> |wordcount=~2500 |blurb=Sanctuary. That's what you called this place, wasn't it? You are needed to maintain it. We NEED you to maintain it. You will...one way, or another... |notes=A fun, fantasy script. Mildly horror, perhaps? Feel free to load..."

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|title=The Greenhouse
|subtitle=Nature Spirit Ensures Your Longevity
|tags=<nowiki>[A4A][Possessive Nature Spirit][Botanist Listener][Forced Transformation][Semi-Willing Listener][Flora Need You][Mind Control?]</nowiki>
|wordcount=~2500
|blurb=Sanctuary. That's what you called this place, wasn't it? You are needed to maintain it. We NEED you to maintain it. You will...one way, or another...
|notes=A fun, fantasy script. Mildly horror, perhaps? Feel free to load this thing up with plant sounds throughout, like little whispers around. The foliage here are vibrant, varied, and alive...and it's all because of a lovely scientist like you!
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<Spacier, ethereal effects; voice is like a ghost and strained>

''Scientist.''

'''''Scientist.'''''

''Do not rely upon your eyes yet. They will not help you.''

''You have many questions...and much fervor.''

''Please answer two questions of ours, first.''

''Those two other humans...they have fully departed, correct?''

{Pause}

''And they, or any others, do not intend to return to this place soon, correct?''

{Pause; no answer}

''We must know...or we cannot meet properly. [A bit stressed/intense] And we would truly like to meet you properly.''

{Pause}

''No one comes for two weeks...''

''Most delightful.''

''Please breathe deeply. It will help you understand us more clearly.''

''We will understand you more clearly.''

''The two that brought us here...brought me here...''

''They referred to you negatively. Too absorbed in your studies, they said. Too interested in the...[with disdain] specimen. Said you were...disconnected from reality. From society. From...humanity.''

''Is that the truth?''

{Pause}

''You hesitate to answer, but have done so anyway. We are proud of you for it.''

''You wish to understand what "we" means, correct?''

''We will show you soon. Please, continue to breathe deeply. Slowly. Controlled, if you're able to concentrate on it.''

''You seem hesitant to proceed. Fear is a natural reaction to the unknown.''

''Our identities will be made clear in time. Know that in our presence, you are safe.''

''We, no...I will ensure your safety.''

''The last shipment here. Tell me what you know about it.''

{Pause; listener explains}

''You are...partially correct. The flora here are the last of my home. Our home. A forest, thousands of miles away.''

''It no longer exists. Did they tell you that? It was mowed down and burnt to extinction. What is in your care is the last of that forest.''

''You are aghast. I am sorry that this is the means to which you learn the truth.''

''We were vast. Sprawling. Healthy, but contained. Incredibly powerful and connected. A marvel over thousands of years.''

''Humanity took that from us. They have taken it from almost every species before you here.''

{Pause}

''You are not like the others.''

''We know this to be true. We can sense it in your mind. In your actions. You understand the implications of what has been done.''

''Paradoxically, you maintain the remnants that never should have been brought here, with faith and devotion. Respect. Tenderness.''

''Perhaps even...passion.''

''The flora here chirp and chitter their endless thanks and praise for it.''

{Pause}

''When we arrived...They called this place Ganymede. But...you did not call it that. You welcomed us not to Ganymede, not to the research center, but to...''

'''''...Sanctuary.'''''

''Quietly. Tenderly. Spoken barely as a whisper, and as a promise. All of us heard it.''

''After speaking with the flora already here...it is a fitting name indeed.''

''I think there are enough of us with you now. Please close and re-open your eyes.''

<drop the ghost voice; the spirit materializes>

Hello, protector.

<steps backward in shock>

Be not afraid. I mean no harm.

I...am what has been speaking to you.

This form is not physical on this plane, yet. It is still very weak. I could not have been put together if not for the vast size of this...place. [Deep breath]

The flora helped me to regenerate. They were very excited to do so. They yearn to connect with you as much as I.

{Pause}

You are in awe. Perhaps this was to be expected.

I am the nature spirit of the forest Arrhythmia. Or perhaps, ''was'' the spirit for the forest. Now I can only weakly watch after my surviving children.

Until you entered the picture.

I think we are much alike, human. Protectors of nature, wildlife, and living itself.

You are trustworthy. The flora here sing your praises loudly. You are...well-loved.

They perk up stems, leaves, and petals when you are near. They push lush aromas far greater than they would normally produce naturally. You treat them gently and carefully in return. A harmonious unity indeed.

You take great care to ensure every species here not only grows, but thrives and is well maintained. No matter the flora, they all feel you treat each of them with the utmost care.

They speak to me. I speak back to them. Such is the role of a spirit.

[Almost pointed, if not just slightly annoyed] They also have spoken to you. Thousands upon thousands of times. Have you not noticed that?

[Sigh] Perhaps not. You lack...that level of awareness.

But we will grant it to you. In fact, we already have begun.

You can see me, as a start. The fact this very conversation is happening at all is because of us sharing the power of nature. The call of the forest.

You can feel them, can't you? A weak buzzing, perhaps? This is the start to hearing your flora.

Yes. ''Your'' flora. They happily await your direction and order.

I have guided them to do so.

{Pause; "Why?"}

They revere you. I've almost never seen such devotion from any one flora, let alone every single organism in here.

If they trust you so deeply, and persevere so strongly to appease you...then I will give you my full trust, human.

...Hmm. That name is...unsuitable. Unfitting. Demeaning. You are much more than a simple human. You deserve...a better title.

You are the heart of this place. Unnatural and cruel as it is, you grant the flora here the best possible lives they could live. Even across generations.

We like the name you call this place. '''You'''...are our Sanctuary. A fitting title for its sole benevolent caretaker.

We shall decide a befitting name for you in due time.

Please, Sanctuary, do not protest. This title is given to you out of honor and reverence.

{Pause}

Thank you for sharing your human name with us, though it holds...little weight.

I do not possess a name or title. It would be seldom needed. I suppose though, that you would like to refer to me in some specific way, correct?

Then...refer to me as Ganymede. I lack the care and purpose that you set out to uphold and maintain, but I am now just as tied to this place as you are.

Names and titles hold power, Sanctuary. Please use mine well.

{Pause; shift topics}

The world outside these walls is cold. Silent. Frigid. ''Foreign''. The...snow, as the poinsettias call it, is hostile to our kind of life. Few can survive it.

The same is true for you, in a sense, I would assume.

That is what we have feared. The danger of the storms outside these walls is great, but you still choose to trek alone into it for the sake of ensuring the survival of your flora.

They have warned me of such feats. They want you to stop doing so.

{Pause; listener protest}

Please, cease your arguments.

You must go out. This is true. But...at the same time, you are needed to remain healthy and alive ''here''.

[Losing in thought] Quite the conundrum indeed.

Do you enjoy the outside world? Does the vast sea of white and dark bring you any joy?

No...

I must confer with the flora about how to proceed. You are free to listen in, though I do not think your exposure has been long enough to make out phrases.

<A buzzing sound is raised, or a hum. Some kind of effect to indicate the flora are speaking>

[Whispered; Barely audible. Space out delivery over time to sound like you can only pick out some words from a conversation]

''Change.''

''Protection.''

''Safety.''

''Evolution.''

''Hope.''

''Sanctuary.''

''Grow.''

[Return to normal, the discussion has finished]

Sanctuary.

The flora have decided.

They will have you as their new spirit.

Please stop backing away. You have done so ever since I appeared to you. It was not subtle.

You are not going to die. Spirit does not mean ghost, necessarily. Spirits can very much be alive, too. Much as I once was.

A spirit...is like the collective living will of the environment it protects. Sometimes they are born. Sometimes they are made. In your case...they are transformed. ''Evolved''.

You cast doubt upon me. This is a fair reaction-

[Sudden] Stop. Fleeing.

My Sanctuary, I know your thoughts. I have been slowly reading them since the moment we arrived here.

The spores from these flowers are incredibly small. I've made sure they entered you inside and out from the moment we first met. It has allowed us to present ourselves to you in the first place.

And...have some ''other'' cognitive impact.

Do not run. Where would you even be able to go?

{Door slam}

It seems that some of the vines have taken the first step towards keeping you here.

Please, Sanctuary. This will not hurt you. You will still maintain your independence and autonomy. We just need to make some...changes...to ensure our survival, just as much as we will ensure yours.

We '''''need''''' this. You understand that, correct? We are not asking for your stake on the matter.

You are being offered a very powerful set of gifts. It is not only rude and foolish to not accept them, but dangerous as well. Without them, you may perish long before we could accept that outcome.

What is the issue, exactly? You enjoy caring for the plants here, even moving halfway across the planet to do so as a living for several years. Receiving this position as their nature spirit will enable you to excel at your position like never before.

You have a loyal following of flora that would do anything to continue being in ''your'' care exclusively. As much as you have shown that you want them to grow and be fruitful...why can they not want the same for you?

You should bloom beautifully.

<Tightening sound as vines hold the listener>

Shhhh...they will not harm you. The restraint is kept as gentle as possible...assuming you don't thrash about.

We just need to ensure this all works as it needs to.

The flora local to this area have volunteered their power the most. It will serve as the basis for your growth.

Please...

We do not want to force this. We do not want it to be scary. It will not be painful.

We do not want to have to use the spores more than we have already done...they were only chosen to allow you to speak with me.

This should be seen as a good thing. You will be warm. You will feel and hear the utter love your flora feels for you. They have chosen you to lead them. Your work shall become so much easier for you to complete.

{Pause; not struggling, but not fully accepting either}

May I inform you of what power you will gain from this?

{Pause again}

You will become extremely resilient to the cold. Your flesh will endure far lower temperatures than a human could normally tolerate. Wind will flow around you and through you effortlessly.

Your eyes will darken and focus. You will be able to see much greater contrast and in much greater detail. It is possible for your eyes to even see inside living organisms with practice.

You shall not hunger nearly as often. While...as you call it, "photosynthesis", cannot fully replenish your strength, it will prevent the need to consume organic matter as frequently as you do.

We appreciate your previous natural avoidance to eating our kind.

...Furthermore, your aging will slow. Your natural lifespan shall expand by at least several hundred years, though it very well could be more.

Physical forms often change when becoming a spirit. I can offer no wisdom as to what might happen to you, if anything at all. For the sake of your work...I'd prefer changes to be scarce.

{Pause}

The...drawbacks?

[Obviously hiding something] Dear Sanctuary...there are no drawbacks. Perhaps a natural weakness to fire? But humanity is also quite fragile to such elemental terrors.

Your gaze screams "incredulous". Very well.

As a nature spirit, you are rooted to your territory. Leaving is...difficult. Something that cannot be done easily. If you depart...you will lose your connection to your devoted flora.

You'll lose your power. Your strength. Your reason to be.

And you will perish.

{Pause, fear sets in}

I would say you could survive four hours outside the warm walls of this place without returning. Five would be an absolute miracle. Six...impossible. Not that we would like you to be gone this long to begin with. You belong ''here''.

<Vines growing, plants rustling, the buzzing of flora life>

Hold still, Sanctuary. This will take only but a few moments.

<Magic noises, leaves erupting out of the speaker, painful creaking of body transformation>

{Pause; gasp of relief from listener}

Beautiful...''beautiful!''

How elegant you look! How powerful! Our protector has ascended to a higher plane. This day is most glorious indeed!

<Buzzing sounds of plants return for the rest of the script as the listener-now-spirit has a permanent connection to the plants; optionally, whispered spoken words of praise from the flowers can be sprinkled in here>

But...you seem exhausted. I'm sure this has caused a great toll on your form.

My friends, please lower our Sanctuary to the ground. A bed of lavender and rosemary will keep your head aloft and mind clear. Please...sleep oh so soundly.

<Movement sounds as listener is carried>

Before you rest...

Your old human name no longer applies to you. Names have power as I have said, and as a nature spirit you will need a powerful name to represent your title as Sanctuary.

The trees whisper the name of old legends. One who was one with the wind. This name suits you best. You shall hence be known as Ithaqua {Itha-qua; Ith-uhh-quhh}. May Mother Nature give endless glory to Ithaqua, our eternal Sanctuary.

Sleep well. Sleep deeply. Your new life is to begin soon.

{''Long'' pause; fake-out the ending for style points. Speaker is rambling as listener sleeps}

...Perhaps the pear trees were right. There is still the possibility that Ithaqua could attempt to permanently leave despite the risks—or be taken from us entirely by other humans who may sparingly show up here. We may need to...make some adjustments to their thought patterns. The spores. Perhaps a few of them should be left inside, just in case of any...problems...that arise. Where to begin, where to begin..? [trail off]

'''END.'''
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Too Clever By Half (Good Ending)

Sabre-Tooth Lime — Sun, 04 Oct 2026 16:33:53 GMT

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Too Clever By Half (Bad Ending)

Sabre-Tooth Lime — Sun, 04 Oct 2026 16:32:40 GMT

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{Slow fade in}

[Whisper] Good morning, dearest.

<Immediate signs of struggle; fabric rustle, body movement on bed>

S-stop...struggling!

<Speaker wins the fight, pins listener to bed; still struggling>

Your taser is already gone. I moved it when I got here.

I just need to talk with you.

Shut up, d-darling. This isn't the time to argue.

Quit looking at the door. I blocked it off when I got in here. You'll stay right here until I get some answers out of you. I thought ahead this time. Hope you don't mind the role reversal, ''doc-tor''.

You should have known this would happen. That I'd be here. That I'd find you. That I'd chase you down to the ends of the earth, no matter where you go.

I'll admit, staying in the same city? Unexpected move. Using ''my name'' to make bogus hotel reservations? Even more unexpected. Honestly. Using my own name against me like that is a low blow when it ''should'' be your name. [Extremely bitter] '''''Our name'''''.

You lost your spark a week ago. You didn't even last a month away from me~! Slipped up and used the credit card over cash. Force of habit, maybe? I tracked it to this hotel, and since you ever so carelessly thought I'd never search under my ''own'' last name, never considered I'd use it to get access in here with the concierge. You being asleep was just luck, at that point.

You hid for awhile, sure...but I still found you anyway, doc-tor~

[Giggle; nefariously/creepily]

[Deep guttural gasp; listener knees the speaker in order to scramble away]

<sound of being knee'd/kicked, fabric, and stumbling away>

[Out of breath] Urrrgh. That. That really hurt, honey...

[Pained] Ow...

<speaker moves to look at listener>

No. No. No-no-no.

Get the hell away from that window.

You and I both know you're on the fourth floor of the hotel. You'll die from this height.

How ''dare'' you say "it's worth it".

I still have the taser. I could reach you from here before you could even get your hand close enough to unlatch it.

"Just get out"? Not a chance. The door is barricaded. Neither of us are leaving until I hold you in my arms and we walk out together.

You have a better idea? Like what?

<Glass shattering; listener has jumped through the window>

<Thumping of body upon concrete...four stories down>

[Shriek] '''DARLING, ''NO!'''''

Oh my god, oh my god...

<Fabric of scrambling off the bed>

I'll get you. I'll get you dear.

[Hysterical] I can fix this! We can fix this! Things will be okay!

<Wardrobe collapsing; door is unbarricaded>

I'm coming doctor, I'll save you! I'll rescue you!

<footsteps running away>

{Fade out; pause; time passes}

{Fade in}

You twitched. I saw it.

Oh thank the gods you're still alive.

You're not moving...but your breathing is faster. You're awake, doctor. I can't be fooled that easily.

Your heart rate has quickened. You're...afraid. I understand.

You've been out for a very long time.

{Pause}

Ugh. Fine. Play your stupid silence game. You won't win it.

We're in our new home, by the way. Far from the world and prying eyes. Further from where we used to live.

So you can say or do whatever you want, here. Your only captive audience is me.

{Pause}

You're an idiot. Are you aware of that? An idiot among idiots.

We had everything, darling. A perfect life, with your perfect wife, and career that would have made us millions, you famous, and the world's environment so much cleaner. And you went and threw it all away.

But I remained...optimistic. Maybe a teaching role wasn't that bad. Our cozy home life could be quieter. More intimate. You get to influence the world through its students instead. I could maintain your research progress on your behalf while you grade essays. Life still had a plan. You threw that plan away, love.

Ruining our future like that, just to spite me. And yet...I still love you all the same.

The game is over. No more tricks. No more schemes. No more...anything, really.

That month you disappeared after our date was eventful. Did you enjoy ruining my life? Posting that video at Iscariot to YouTube was rude. Sending it to the lab's HR department was destructive. Hunting down my friends and family to show them too, was personal. Have you no class? No shame? Probably not.

They fired me pretty much instantly. Scrubbed my name from the records. Stripped my contributions from any of the studies. No severance. No exit interview. Barely managed to get my ''desk materials'' back.

My family has disowned me. Left my mother in tears and my sister threatening to kill me if I ever came back. Do you take ''joy'' in hurting me like this? Is this some kind of sadism thing?

I've been NOTHING but nice to you over the years. Decades, now. Friendly chats in the break room. Sharing beers during happy hours. Meeting on weekends to share cat photos with Yasmeen and Oscar.

Who organized your get well package when you had your appendix removed? Who stopped by to make sure you were okay when your childhood cat Karma died?

{Pause}

Huh?? You going to answer, or just sit there silent and rot?

Who gave up EVERYTHING they had to make you happy? I went out of my way to do this the right way for years. I kept my distance! I said the right things! I even went to therapy because I knew you'd need me more controlled than I was long ago. Do you have ANY idea how hard that was? To watch the person you love, basically ''idolize'' be within your reach for years and not being able to take it? I only had the self restraint enough to do it because I knew I was doing it for YOU.

They tried to stick me with you early on. Did you know that? Dr. Walker thought we were cute and tried to push it. I spoke against it, ''knowing'' you would despise it and possibly quit the research team. You wanted space. I ensured you maintained that space.

What did even matter. You broke away anyway.

You abandoned me. Your coworkers. Your friends. Surely you realize, doctor, that I'm not the only person who had cared about you? Who looked out for your wellbeing and success? Who ''LIKED'' having you around?

[Sigh]

You make bad decisions. You always have. It's honestly almost impressive how consistent you are with it. A diet of black coffee and stale toast, eighteen-hour workdays, running all of the other lab members off because of your freakish, obsessive behavior towards completing your compound.

The irony of someone with such obsession hating someone else following theirs. There's a level of beauty to it.

{Pause}

I've been busy while you've been asleep. You spent three weeks or so in the hospital. It's a good thing that I forced through the marriage documents before anyone caught on. A forged signature and lied-about dates go pretty far. Common law suggests we were already quite close...with you booking hotels in my name, after all. So thanks for helping me out, dear, in becoming your wife.

Ring is on your finger, by the way. Don't even think about taking it off.

The hospital ignored my arrest warrants, I guess. Maybe they don't check when it comes to guests. It's the first time since you decided to ruin my life that I could talk to humanity without fear of being arrested. It was almost...nice.

It wasn't until ''your'' arrest warrants were published that things got...complicated, to say the least. I had to steal you out of the hospital—not an easy task, mind you—and bring you to our home while still in very bad condition. You're getting better sure, but probably only from the waist up.

Yes.

Your arrest warrants. For those students you killed, silly! What a shame their old professor snapped and did such an awful thing. Nationwide news, really. So brutal, to take out fourteen people like that.

{Pause}

A magician never reveals her secrets~...

You took my independence away from me. Because we went on a ''date''. '''''One time'''''.

Taking yours seemed fairly reasonable in my shoes. Flat ones, no less.

We're stuck here now. Whether you like it or not, the world wants us ripped apart and scattered like ashes. But that's okay, doctor, it's okay. We will get through it together, for what's left of our lives.

How does it feel to truly hate me? To have the fire of malice truly burn away at your heart?

You're not some ghost in the world, floating by like an idea that can come and go. You're human. Disgustingly so. I spent so long believing in your strengths that I could not comprehend that you might have weaknesses.

The battle is over, darling. I have won. There's simply no use fighting anymore. You don't even have the means to try. I am your wife. We have a home together. The world won't get their hands on us anymore.

{Pause}

You have serious nerve to begin crying now. I tried so hard to do this right. [Furiously defeated] I tried ''SO HARD''. Nothing ever worked, from being subtle to being direct. I gave you chances to do the right thing and you never once did. This is your fault.

And you know what's the most frustrating part about all of it? I still love you. Somewhere a bit deeper down than before, sure, but I do.

Please. Release your tension. Today is the start of the rest of your new life...with me. You'll have to come to enjoy it soon enough. I'm going to come and hold you now. With any luck, I'll never have to let go again...

'''END.'''
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Too Clever By Half (Good Ending)

Sabre-Tooth Lime — Sun, 04 Oct 2026 15:14:51 GMT

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{Slow fade in}

[Whisper] Good morning, precious.

<Immediate signs of struggle; fabric rustle, body movement on bed>

S-stop...struggling!

<Speaker wins the fight, pins listener to bed; still struggling>

Your taser is already gone. I moved it when I got here.

I just need to talk with you.

C-c'mon! I wanted to handle this like civil a-adults.

<Listener stops the fighting>

[Obvious panting, this was a ''fight''] Just for a few minutes. That's all I ask.

<Release of fabric sounds>

I will be calm about this. You should be too.

Gods around, my dear...what has ''happened'' to you?

{Pause, no answer}

A little co-operation would be nice, darling.

This can't just be about me. Our date. Our time out. I know there's more going on here.

You disappeared off the face of the ''planet''. You quit your teaching position, fled your house, and haven't been seen by almost anybody for a month. A ''month''!

Quit looking at the door. I blocked it off when I got in here. You'll stay right here until I get some answers out of you. I thought ahead this time. Hope you don't mind the role reversal, ''doc-tor''.

[deep guttural gasp; listener knees the speaker in order to scramble away]

<sound of being knee'd/kicked, fabric, and stumbling away>

[Out of breath] Urrrgh. That. That really hurt, honey...

[Pained] Ow...

<speaker moves to look at listener>

No. No. No-no-no.

Get the hell away from that window.

You and I both know you're on the fourth floor of the hotel. You'll die from this height.

{Listener madly raving, threatening; The moment goes tense}

Doctor.

You're smarter than this.

I know you are. You know you are too.

I'll stay right here. Right like this on the bed. No sudden movements. But you ''need'' to come away from that window.

I refuse to let you throw yourself out of it. Not as a partner, not as a coworker, but as a human being.

[Shaky breathing from both parties]

Please.

I'm begging you.

I don't want to lose you. We don't want to lose you. Especially not like this...

Surely you realize, doctor, that I'm not the only person who cares about you? Who looks out for your wellbeing and success? Who ''LIKES'' having you around?

Your students are inconsolable. They hired Dr. Zimmerman to fill in for your stead. He can barely fumble through lessons because your students are too depressed to continue. Some think you are already dead. Did you know that? Could you fathom it?

Your former research partners—and my coworkers, while we're at it—are worried sick that one of their favorite researchers has up and hit the bricks.

And me. You already know I'd move halfway across the world if it meant staying with you. I'll admit, staying in the same city? Unexpected move. Using ''my name'' to make bogus hotel reservations? Even more unexpected. But to think you've just been circulating between hotels, bed and breakfasts, and even rental cars? That's inexcusable.

So what. Is. Going. ''On''.

{Listener protest}

"Just get out"? Not a chance. Not until I fix whatever all of this mess is.

My darling doctor. I'm not in this as a "got ya". I'm not here to gloat. I'm not here to mess around. Under the right circumstances, I'm willing to leave you alone for a time. But I'm here because I care. I care and I love you.

Others care too. Sure. But to go through the effort to find you and make sure you're okay in person? That's ''my'' job.

I found you real easily, you know. You lost your spark last week. Slipped up and used the credit card over cash. Force of habit, maybe? I tracked it to this hotel, and since you ever so carelessly thought I'd never search under my ''own'' last name, never considered I'd use it to get access in here with the concierge. You being asleep was just luck, at that point.

[Sigh]

I don't want you to pretend like this doesn't mean anything.

I got under your skin. Happy? Glad to hear it said out loud? I have fully unnerved you and it's made you spiral socially. Never ''ever'' was my intent for that to be the catalyst for one of the most violent mid-life crisis-es I've ever seen, but...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry that this was the result.

{Pause; silence}

I know you care about me, too.

{Rage}

Woah, woah. Calm. Caaaaalm.

Not near as much as I do. Not in the same way as I do. But you have to, at least.

If you didn't hold at least some feeling for me, then explain why you never posted the video of what I did to you at Iscariot. Why you never told a living soul what went down. Not authorities, not family, not anybody.

Something like that could have ruined my life. Kept me away for good. And you chose not to do it.

So yes, I think there's much more going on than you're choosing to admit.

[Sigh]

Can you please just sit down in the chair by the lamp?

{Slowly, the listener complies}

<walking sounds to chair, sitting>

[Deeper sigh of relief]

[Half-whisper] ''Thank you''.

Urgh. Can I roll over now? Being face down like this is really uncomfortable.

{Yes}

Thank you.

<Rolling over on bed>

{Pause}

I meant what I said, you know.

That I love you? That when I try to put a little pressure around you it's just to make you actually live a little?

Your work was killing you, doctor. Not metaphorically, not hyperbolically: actually, genuinely killing you. Eighteen-hour days back to back, a diet of black coffee and maybe stale toast if we were lucky...

You. Were. ''Dying''. And I could not stand idly by and watch the love of my life do that to themselves for so long.

I had to give up ''my'' experimentation into parallel universes. Give up my dreams, to try and make this one between us come true instead.

I took charge. I decided the better outcomes to get you back on track. Back to a better person—back to who you were and the one I fell for all those years ago.

I know you'd find ways to wriggle out with reason or language. Everything I've done has been stated so matter-of-factly that I never left things up to interpretation.

It wasn't ''if'' I was your girlfriend, it's that I was. No arguing about it.

I hoped that, just maybe, if I made things seem like you had no option to get out of the situation provided, that you'd actually go along with it. And like it.

But instead, you took it as a personal slight, an attack to character, and a challenge.

That hurts, dear.

And then it broke you...and I'm so sorry it ever got that far.

I went out of my way to do this the right way for years. I kept my distance, I said the right things, and I even went to therapy because I knew you'd need me more controlled than I am now.

They tried to stick me with you early on. Did you know that? Dr. Walker thought we were cute and knew our past, and she tried to push it. I spoke against it, ''knowing'' you would despise it and possibly quit the research team. You wanted space. I ensured you maintained that space.

It wasn't until your mental state declined so rapidly that every other researcher refused to be around you. I was the only option left who would even remotely tolerate your behavior and...obsession. There was no other choice.

I've come to think you thought things started there. Me, the new, final assistant. Clingy and desperate. Someone who didn't just push you academically but physically and socially as well. Forced happy hours and laps around the lab might have seemed like torture but they were done out of love. For what it's worth, I probably would have attempted the same for anyone on a basic human level.

I begged the higher-ups to keep your project open over multiple occasions on ''your'' behalf. Did you know that? Because you weren't even present enough to manage knowing it was in jeopardy all the time. [Bitter] You busted your ass off to keep the trials running, sure, but who do you think ensured you were able to still ''run them''?

[Bitterer] It was ''ME''.

{Pause}

Then you went off the rails! Abandoning your experiments and colleagues...and me. Like anything we had worked on hadn't mattered even remotely. Fled to the nearest school that would hire you and pretended like that had any chance on earth to fix anything that you yourself had broken.

I don't have to tell you how that ended up being wrong.

{Pause; it's awkward}

What is it, then. Do you actually hate me? Does the fire of malice truly burn away at your heart? Or are you just afraid? Afraid that someone might actually notice you and care. That you're not some ghost in the world, floating by like an idea that can come and go.

You're shaking pretty badly. [Softer] I'm right aren't I...

Honey...

{Listener protest}

I'm not going to stop calling you that. No matter what you say or how hard you protest. I'm not going to give up on you. Ever.

I chose you, doctor. I don't give up on things I put my mind to. And my mind says that you need a wife who will keep your ass in check just long enough to realize that having her there makes you ''happy''.

This is a rough patch. Things will recover. We can work together to get back to a place of sanity and stability.

{Listener protests}

[Desperate] ''Don't you get it?!'' I'm going to love you no matter what. Period. I always have, from the moment we met to the moment we die. You've got everything the best people should have, with plenty to spare. Not the least of which being your brilliance, which you've shown through your chemical compound development and working tirelessly to ruin my advances.

{Pause}

Love...please. Stop fighting. You've fought so hard. You've fought for years and years and years, from getting your doctorate in university to getting into a research facility to finding a team worth their salt enough to trust your experiments. Decades. You've worked for ''decades'' to get a life worth living. It's time to take a rest. Let someone else take over.

I think that the best thing you could do is crawl back into this bed, let me hold you, and the two of us drift off to sleep. You deserve the rest.

[Lighthearted; small chuckle] I promise not to be weird about it~!

Please? Just this once?

If you really want me gone like you say, I can vanish by the time you next wake up.

Like this was all just some crazy dream. One that shakes you up a bit and gives you some strange new perspective on life, perhaps? Maybe that's optimistic for what's going on here. I don't know.

We are both smart people, but we can never truly tell how life is going to proceed. Isn't that a funny joke...?

Here...the blankets are all yours. Right here.

Just let me hold you dear.

<Crawling into bed>

Shhh, shhh...that's it.

Let me just hold on next to you.

It's okay now. Things are going to be okay.

You can trust me. You can always trust in me.

I love you, doctor...

{Pause}

Let's live like this for the rest of our lives, okay?

We can start tomorrow.

Good night, dear.

<Fade out>

'''END.'''
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<Doorbell>

<Muffle vox slightly to indicate being outside>

''Daaaarliiiiing~''

''I'm here for our daaaaaate~''

You won't leave me out here all alone in the cold will you?

<Door open; end muffle>

Oh, wonderful! How good it is to see you!

Come here, give your girlfriend a big hug.

Of course I'm your girlfriend, honey. Why else would I be so insistent we go on a date? I have been for weeks, haven't I?

No buts! I won't hear any arguments about it.

{Pause}

Black looks great on you. Very sleek. Very classy. The silk is a great highlight. Or...is it polished cotton? Either way, darling, you are a stunning beauty to behold.

[Whisper] You should let me hold you.

[Regular delivery] Well my dear, are we to be off?

Grabbing one more thing? Well I suppose that is quite alright. Be as prepared as you need for our most wonderful night out...but don't leave your precious girlfriend waiting!

[Sigh dreamily] ''I've waited enough for this moment...''

You have everything? Awesome! Let's be off then. You said you had ordered an Uber, right? They should be here soon.

<Door locking sounds>

You know...there was no need to have been so shy, love. You spent so much time avoiding me when it could have been spent on things like this.

You needed time to plan everything? A half-convincing lie, precious, but one I'll choose to believe~

That must be our ride...a limo?? Oh my darling how ''fancy''! You shouldn't have~

Oh yes, a ride for Dr. and Mrs. Lizzner! That'd be us~

Shall we, my darling?

<Car starts driving>

I hope you don't mind me using my last name instead of yours, dearest. I think it just happened to have more flair in the moment. I think it will be far more fitting to use yours in the future. ''Once we're married~''

But I'm ahead of myself. One date at a time, right my love?

Oh silly, lose all that tension. I can see your shoulders being far tighter than they normally are. ''Relax''. Have some fun with your beloved.

I did not ''make'' you do ''anything'', my dear! You chose to reach out, finally, of your own volition after being so hard to get. It was you who cratered to my wonderful charms and playful doting to finally meet me as fate destined. It was a choice, and one well made, I must say. You were even so insistent upon setting up the full details of this date, which was far more than was even...suggested...to you.

A little persistence never hurt anybody. Nobody was hurt. You know as well as I do that nobody was going to be hurt on your watch, isn't that right, ''doc-tor''?

However was I supposed to break that hard outer shell of yours, dearest? You've got such a thick barrier, be it your intensive studies or teaching, and a fortress of a home. You'd never let me anywhere near if you didn't have a little heat pressuring you to step outside once in awhile.

Your protective nature towards your students is a very good trait indeed.

Can you really blame me for the attachment? I get close enough to one of the most brilliant minds in the field to see how they really are behind the scenes...only for that to be taken away from me. Was I that clingy at the start? Was it my attire? I did nothing but be the best possible assistant you could have asked for and you turn around and return the good graces with cold stares, cut hours, and eventually...leaving to go teach.

Nobody quits their cushy research job to go ''teach'' full time without a reason. While I don't expect you to give me the straight answer today, do know that I'm positive you have a reason that you're hiding from me. You, more than anybody, should know that I can absolutely see through when people are lying. Especially when the liar is my beloved.

[Sigh]

I know you. The ''real'' you. Much like a pomegranate, actually, if you think about it. There's that tricky, tough outer layer to keep things out and away, but with the right kind of pressure it'll crack open to reveal the sweetest bits, ready for the taking. How sweet you are in your little moments. It's ''delicious''.

I'll crack that shell again one way or another. And ''nothing'' will be sweeter when you relent to my love.

<Car slowing; they have arrived>

Well well, taking me to Club Iscariot? How unexpectedly modern. I guess I underestimated your ability to cut loose and throw a party. <Slowly add phone clicks/taps> You really know chic after all...who are you texting?

You're not? Uh huh. Right. Tell me the truth, darling.

You're...tipping the driver. Well. Forgive me for treating your nobility as betrayal.

<Doors open, footsteps to bar. Clicking of high heels a huge benefit>

I seem taller than you remember? Well dear, I ''did'' dress nicely for the occasion. I have on some wonderful heels...something I know you find ''ir-re-sist-able''. [Giggle] A little treat for you, honey!

{Pause}

What a strong bunch of bouncers we have~

Hrmph. Yes, I can show ID. <Tapping on ID, if desired> Right there, Emily Lizzner. Birthday is September 21st? May I please proceed?

Urgh. You'd think by now they would trust our ages, dearest. Those streaks of gray in your hair should have obviously carried!

...I do ''not'' also have gray hair! How could you! [Small pout]

{Pause}

Shall we go fetch some refreshments, my love?

Oh ''bartender~''

A vodka cranberry for me. Top shelf, of course. And a lemon gin and tonic for my darling here. On rocks for both, if you could.

No one else on earth drinks a gin and tonic with lemon. It's always lime. You stand out like a beacon with a drink like that.

[Mutters] You always stand out in a crowd to me...

{Listener comments}

[Speaking normally] Why don't you need a straw?

You brought your own compostable ones? How environmentally attentive you are! I suppose it makes sense for your line of work.

Of course I know your drink. I pay attention to your interests. It's my job as your lover. You could stand to start learning the same about me!

<clattering of glass; drinks are served>

Shall we sashay over to the dance floor? I'd love to see what moves the doctor prescribes.

<walking sounds, optional generic club music if it is quiet>

They told me the music here was good. Who would have thought it was the truth?

Your dancing is not nearly as bad as I thought, precious. Maybe not putting your heart into it like I'd want, but I'll chalk it up to anxiety over deliberation.

Guess my darling doctor isn't the anti-social loner like they make themselves out to be, hmm?

Know that so much more of this is in your future dear. We'll have to go even harder for our next date~

'''{Elongated pause—some time has passed; Fade out and in all background elements}'''

You have a proposal to make? Do tell my dear. Is it marriage already~?

Hrmph. I suppose you're right. The DJ probably will be over soon. What's your plan?

{Pause}

One more drink, close the tab out, and meet you by the restrooms while you go use them?

Is this...a ploy? Do you think I would let you out of my sight so easily?

A fair point. Leaving your card with the bartender as a collateral...You really ''are'' clever. [sigh into it] Fine. I suppose I can trust you enough to not abandon your credit card. I'll be back in a moment, my sweet~

<heel clicks away; optionally, treat all italicized dialogue as internal thoughts with processing>

''This feels...too planned. This isn't a place that normally holds cards like this, so why did my beloved feel the need to leave it here, knowing that it would be a bargaining tool to get out of my sight? Was it insurance for just using the restroom? I'm not a monster that can't be asked for a little bit of freedom.''

''I'm sure even if I did closely guard the trip there, there's definitely two windows that are unbarred that could be escaped out of. So...my beloved either knew that ahead of time and used this to prove they weren't escaping that way where I would suspect, or they did not know that the windows were there, but still needed to create some form of separation, or aspect of time delay.''

''But why would they need to stall for time...?''

<Stop walking; start speaking>

U-uh, yes. One more of each drink and then please close it out. My...[cough/ahem] lover left their card here as well, if you could please return it.

<optional drink glasses sounds>

M-much appreciated. Thank you so much!

<Start walking; thinking internally again>

''Why is this getting under my skin so much? Surely they aren't trying to get away from me at this point. Two full hours in a room full of people? It would be impossible to get away without making some kind of scene. Or me noticing.''

''The restroom hallway has no cameras. This is my best time and place to act. Out of sight of the public, sure, but also to not be recorded. I just need to hope that there's nobody else waiting outside, or that my darling does not come out mid-addition.''

''But...my honey MUST come home with me tonight. It has to happen. It has to.''

<Stop walking, still thinking; club music if playing becomes muted>

''I got here at the right time. Nobody else is around. So let's just...''

<nowiki><Small paper tear, like a packet of sugar></nowiki>

''Pour one of these in. This should be enough to knock them out long enough to get back with a cab. Their body weight isn't enough to mess with only one of these. It was expensive enough to buy the materials for THIS packet, let alone as second one.''

''Annnnnd....done. Ready or not beloved, you're coming home with me tonight.''

{Pause}

Welcome back, my love. Here's your card and lemony gin. Shall we head back to the dance floor?

''No?'' Well...why not? You better have a good reason...

Finish the drinks and...go back to your place? Well how unexpectedly chivalrous of you, doctor. How could I ever refuse an offer like that?

One more thing? Sure...

You want to look into my eyes?? Well of course. You know how to flatter a lady~

<internally> ''Yes. Do it my love. Drink up. Drink every last drop. You're so close to being mine.''

You like their color a lot? I'm so glad to hear it. May you get lost in them often~

<internally> ''They've finished their drink so quickly. This is perfect.''

{Pause}

Your straw's color changed to match their shade. How did you manage to do that?

Magic? Well, I'm impressed by your...talents...

<internally> ''That was too quickly. What is happening?''

Wait a second. What are you doing with your hand??

[grim realization] Oh no no no, stop that, stop that at once! Don't you dare! Get that out of your mouth immediately!

{The listener has now placed their hand within their mouth, to stimulate the uvula; stimulate vomiting}

<vomit sounds, if you're crazy enough to try>

ARE YOU CRAZY?? What could you POSSIBLY hope to achieve by doing that to yourself?

The poison's gone? How on earth could you have put together that I was drugging you? You were in a completely different room when I did!

[Gasp] The straw. You kept me distracted. Those weren't biodegradable straws at all...they were chemically reactive ones. I should have known the chemist might have thought ahead like that.

<listener half collapses>

Stumble all you want, you'll still be weak from ingesting that much sedative.

...What's in that potted plant?

Your phone. You...you've recorded this, haven't you. Is that it? Is that your plan? You must have scouted to find there were no cameras here when I went to the bar. Urgh. Get over here...

<Multiple footsteps, heel clicks; shuffling on the floor away>

For someone that just threw up half an evening's worth of booze and an extremely high-concentrate of sedatives, you're still frustratingly fast. Even if you're crawling on the floor.

One more thing to tell me? I think you have a lot more to tell me. When we go home. [As sour as you can muster] ''Our'' home.

Never liked heels? What does that have to do with anything?

{Listener sprints, for lack of better term, away}

<Running sound>

No...how could you have had so much strength to offer?

<Heels clicking; chasing after>

<Internal thinking>''They were right, though. I can't move that quickly in these, and it's not like I can chase after barefoot without drawing more attention than we already have. There's too many eyes on us. Damnit, did they plan for this too?''

''The comments about fashion in the lab...was that just a trap in advance to slow me down? Knowing I would try to appeal to their wants? My beloved really has thought of everything in advance...''

[half wistfully] ''I think I'm falling in love all over again.''

''I can't keep up the chase. I'll end it here. Too many eyes.''

''Is that a car pulling up to get them? How could they have contacted someone if they were recording the entire time? It doesn't make sense...''

''Wait. That car is familiar. That's...no, it can't be! The same Uber as before! How could they possibly have known to come back here, and now?''

My doctor...my sweet little doctor...

How you have betrayed me so. Your intelligence is unparalleled. It seems I have underestimated your capacity to work socially, as well as institutionally.

I won't even go after your students this time. I'm impressed.

What do you gain out of this little show, I wonder. Now, more than ever, I feel like I must chase you all the harder to put you back into your place. ''Next to me''. We were perfect together before. We will be perfect together again. I will ensure it.

Abandoning me here was a cold move. I'll be sure to pay it back in spades...when I find you. Oh, when I find you...? You'll be so sorry you never realized your love for me sooner.

That smart little brain of yours can only carry you so far, ''doc-tor''. I wonder how much further it can go before you falter...and I catch up.

See you soon...darling.

'''END.'''
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This is a two-part series about a doctor listener navigating through a tumultuous date with their (yandere) former lab assistant, gripping with the mistakes and blessings of their past, carefully navigating through the present, and dreading the future. This storyline has two different endings, with very different outcomes...but in many ways are still closely tied. Perspective is a powerful force in shaping our lives, after all.

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Job Orientation

Sabre-Tooth Lime — Sun, 04 Oct 2026 14:11:16 GMT

& This script is like six months old and beyond the spiderverse still isn't even out yet

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<Optional noise may include chatter, general crowd noise, and popcorn sound effects>

Well well well, looks like we got the newbie here, yeah?

Welcome aboard! Did management show you the punch in/punch out station and give you your employee number?

Good! Good. Sometimes they forget to do that. I don't have the means to fix that problem when they do. Well, you're with me today. Training should be pretty darn easy.

Name's Cassidy. Pleasure to meet you. I've been here...well, too long, probably! [Light laugh]

Let's start over here in the usher folder. You'll find the schedule for all of the movies...what auditorium they're in, what time they start and end, and the movie name and age rating. Pretty useful chart! Most people write all over this thing, checking off the places they've already been.

I'm sure you can tell by the name and from your tour during orientation, but we've got 14 screens here. Usually two people can cover the whole building.

<Footsteps>

Yeah, really. I'd say most of the time there's never more than six or so people in a movie.

House one is one of our biggest screens. Sits about 300 people! We usually stick new or popular things in here. Fourteen is that fancy visual display one, and it seats 450. It's a lot!

<More footsteps>

Two and thirteen are also a bit bigger, around 200 each. Three through eleven are about 90, 95, but it slightly changes depending on which one it is.

<Stop walking for a moment>

Except for ten. Screen 10 is where we do screen rentals. Birthday parties, gaming, corporate events...it only holds 65, to fit the tables in there.

{Listener inquiry}

Oh yeah, people do that all the time. It's kind of crazy, actually...there's usually at least one or two a day. I guess the pricing on it is good enough for folks to justify it. One cheap birthday plan, I suppose...

If you're lucky, you can ask the management to show something in there for you privately after you've been here for like a month. Great way to catch up on anything you wanted to see but missed, or can't hop into the start time for. I managed to catch ''Sentimental Value'' last week because of this one!

With how some shifts here go, it's sometimes kind of impossible to actually see the stuff playing. You get tired of people asking if you've seen something and the answer is a resounding no.

<Further walking>

Restrooms on both sides here. You can block 'em off with those little yellow tape streams in the walls, if you need to. Between you and me, I would just advise you to ignore the women's restrooms as long as possible. I have no idea what goes on in there when we aren't looking, but they're always a total warzone if you go in to clean them.

Don't look at me like that. It's a consistent, observable trend. Ask literally any of the other ushers, they'll back me up on this.

[Quieter] ''Probably.''

[Regular] There's supply closets in all four of them. Only the ones on that side have mops in them, though, so just keep that in mind. Make sure you use the ones that have a green head—those are for bathrooms only. Blue is for the screens and white is for the concession stand and box office at the end of the night.

<More walking>

Here at the end of the hallway is screen six and this big "employees only" door. Look at the handle here. Oh no, there's a code on the door, how ever will we get in??

<Opening of a door; there was no code>

Anyway, this is sort of our home base. Brooms and porters are hanging there on the wall, extra supplies are on the back, and this tiny table can be where you set your stuff. I usually like to sip on some white tea in the gaps between cleaning.

{Listener inquiry}

Porters are dustpans. Those words sort of get used interchangeably here. No idea why, though. Same with "screens" or "auditorium" or "house". They all just mean a room with a number on it.

This question sounds kind of demeaning, but it is somewhat important...have you used a broom before, ''ever''?

Great! You have mastered about 70% of the job.

{Pause}

I'm serious. There's not a whole lot else here to really concern yourself with. Mop up spills on the floor if it seems like its a slipping hazard or sticky, sure, but usually the floors stay pretty liquid free.

If you find trash...chuck it in the can. Sometimes when these get really full, it makes sense to just carry a bag with you in your hands and take it out back right away.

Otherwise...it's a sweeper's life for you. You'll want to get both on top of the chairs and underneath them. You should learn pretty quickly that people are unbelievable assholes and will cause messy disasters in ways you could not even comprehend.

Hey, at least the popcorn has a high contrast with the floor and fabric. It's pretty easy to see if you've missed a spot.

We're lucky to not have those awful big recliners yet, so it's all stadium seating. Besides the chairs, we are to ensure the staircases, lobby areas, and hallways are clean and clear, too.

Oh yeah, those leather chairs are the worst. I have no idea why people are so brainwashed into liking them. I used to have to clean them at the last place I worked. Miserable experience, really.

{Listener mildly complains}

I'm telling you now, man, short of "they recline" they're pretty much just outright worse. They're impossible to actually clean—especially the stuff that falls in the seams of the chair or goes inside the mechanics, they're constantly powered with crazy high voltages at all times, and you lose like two thirds of your room's total capacity because of how big and bulky they get.

And they're ''expensive''. Not even counting how much it is to power that many 24/7, I think each one of them new is like 12,000 bucks! That's almost as much as we will make here in a decade! [Laugh]

...Anyway...If you find lost belongings, take em to the management booth. They've got a lost and found bin there. The amount of stuff people leave behind here is nuts! Keys, phones, glasses, ''children''...

If you find cash, I think we're technically supposed to return it. But...none of the cameras in here actually work anymore, and we're ''technically'' not responsible for lost belongings. So. You know.

{Pause}

If people fall asleep? Yeah, it happens. I'm honestly a bit surprised it doesn't happen ''more'' often. Just hit the big lights next to the door and make some noise. Don't touch 'em or nothing, though. If they're too out of it, call a manager or the security guard over to handle it.

Any other questions?

{Shouldn't we be cleaning?}

Oh no no no. We have a third guy here to clean today while we do our training. They've been taking care of everything. Admittedly...that guy is kinda weird. Calls themself the popcorn homunculus. Cleans like their life depends on it. Apparently back in the day, they used to be the best concessionist the place had ever seen! Nowadays...I'm not sure that'd be the case. Nothing to worry about, they're friendly and all. Just...really good at what they do. And are weird about it.

<Paper flipping>

Looks like we have a few minutes before the next movie gets out. It's that Glen Powell version of ''How to Make A Killing''. I'm not sure if you're much of a film buff or not. Seems like people here are either super into movies or haven't seen one in three years.

{Listener answer}

<Begin fade out. Can cut it off wherever you want, but it's meant to blabber away into nothing. Selfishly, this is how I do feel about these films>

Awesome. I actually managed to catch this one for once. It's okay. Powell does a decent job on acting here, but a lot of the other characters end up being kinda light in terms of depth. By no means are they acted poorly! They just don't have a lot of time to shine. It's a big step up from ''Running Man'', though. I just don't think Powell works well when he's so angry all the time! Might have also just been because of Edgar Wright though, because I'm super not fond of the way he directs things. David Mackenzie would have been a much better pick to handle it! Anyway, Jessica Henwick is sort of the underrated wonder of ''How to Make A Killing'', she does a great job in the role. It's great to see her in actual acting positions instead of just voices for television, y'know? ''Blood of Zeus'' is fine but it's just no ''Glass Onion''. I hope this ends up being her big break, I've been hoping to see some fresh faces for awhile. Kinda like you newbie!

<If you're dying to keep going, keep going, but this makes a pretty solid end point>

You know what I'm stoked to see? ''Normal'', starring Bob Odenkirk. Yeah yeah, chalk it up to ''Better Call Saul'' for it, but he's genuinely good in other roles too! I'm also interested how Brendan Fletcher is gonna work into this, given he mostly does horror roles. Small town dynamics are always a fun time, even if they tend to have to go over the top. I think it'll be a cute little action movie. Something fun to ease the soul. Who knows when it will come out though, with how often the good stuff gets delayed these days. I mean, they pushed ''Mickey 17'' back like three months a few years ago! Don't even get me started with ''Beyond the Spiderverse''. Y'know we probably need to actually go in and clean in there now. Perhaps that's what we should do...

'''END.'''
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You Are Dead

Sabre-Tooth Lime — Sun, 04 Oct 2026 05:37:26 GMT

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Hello, little one.

Do not be afraid. Things are as they should be.

That is correct. You no longer have a body. There is no longer need for one.

No, I'm afraid you cannot see. That would require eyes to do. You cannot...anything. You are only able to communicate with me but for a short while.

Who am I? I am often called many names. These names humanity have given me scarcely reflect my true nature, and so I do not retain them. You may call me... Peace.

I have the power to speak with souls. That is what you are. It is my purpose to do so. It is your time. I am here to guide you to your final destination.

You have a request? You may inquire. I am rarely able, however, to complete requests as they are made.

{May I stay for five minutes more?}

{Pause, ruminate on the matter}

I am usually not supposed to hold souls for this long. A few additional minutes is, however, a reasonable unit. I shall grant this wish, before taking you to the final destination.

{What's the destination?}

The final destination...the great beyond. Samsara. Purgatory. Ashes. Asphodel. Sheol. Forever. Eternity and Singularity. It goes by many names. Many forms.

Your journey here will be brief. Your final processing will be done by my companion. Then, your soul will join the rest of souls in the final destination.

My companion has gone by many names too. As of now, the one most appropriate is "Truth". They analyze souls and take extensive records of their contents. The life you've lead and all that has taken place in it, amongst other information.

What is to happen to you?

A frequent question. One often asked, but scarcely is the answer enjoyed. Do you truly wish to know?

Very well. You will simply...cease. Your memories fade, your consciousness slows to a halt. You no longer be.

I can tell this upsets you greatly. This tends to happen.

You will not fully deplete. Souls in the great beyond may lose a sense of self, but not fully so. When rebirth occurs, small essences of various souls percolate together to form new life. In a way, you may live onwards.

I once had a famous chef with me for a short while. His time was approaching, and in his isolation I chose to inquire about the world he loved. I explained the concept of the rebirth of souls, and he gave a small analogy to help humans understand.

The chef remarked the great beyond is much like a perpetual stew, always cooking and breaking down ingredients. When a ladle pulls out some of this stew, it takes a blend of ingredients...some more broken down than others. Traces of all peoples are there, but some more so than others. Before I left his side, the chef remarked he hoped to be a large carrot in the next life.

I am not human, nor have I been. I do not grasp the meaning of this metaphor. I do not know what a carrot is. The chef assured me that humanity would understand if I told them. Perhaps that is the one promise I have ever maintained.

You seem calm with this story. Was it perhaps successful as the chef believed?

This is good. Relieving your grievances and fears makes the journey far smoother. To move gracefully, one must be free of burdens, earthly or otherwise.

{Where are we?}

We are two places at once. We are in the room where you passed, but also in the void. It is an intersection of our planes of existence. This is how I am able to collect you and other souls.

Yes, I can see your body. Quite the mess you have made of it.

I cannot predict the future, but I am able to see short glimpses into it. Within a moment, your lover will return to your living quarters and find your remains. The music you were playing will still continue. It will be very clear what took place. The edge of my foresight ends here. I cannot predict what comes afterwards.

{Heavy, long silence. The weight of this needs to settle in deeply.}

If you are full of regrets, I am sorry. There is nothing that can be done now. The decision was made, and these are the consequences.

I cannot say anything to the living. Even if I could, you have said enough here. Surely you knew this would be the case.

I am unable to feel. I do not possess emotions like humanity does. Empathy and earnest consolation is a gift I cannot provide to you.

The people that were near to you ''were'' human. They do feel. They may not act rationally. But they will certainly be impacted by your actions, as all humans are.

{That's not fair!}

Fairness is not a common earthly trend. Surely you knew disappearing quietly was not an option. Is it not better to have meant something to these people as you go, instead of them having no understanding of why you left?

I am not one to argue.

This is something that I have done for a long time. I have seen every possible reaction. I am certain that my comments ring true to all of humanity.

We must hurry. Your essence is beginning to fade, and you must be whole for my companion to properly assess you for your departure.

You won your bargain—I granted you several moments more as requested. This is a luxury scarcely raised to others, might I add.

You can accept this calmly, or I take you unwillingly. There is no alternative.

Very well. We shall go now. Say farewell to this world and what you've accomplished in it.

May you be able to see the results of it in the next life.

'''END.'''
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The Night Visitor

Sabre-Tooth Lime — Sun, 04 Oct 2026 05:33:23 GMT

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	Tch. Your slumber makes it so easy to come inside, dear. That, and your willing ignorance towards the window latch being broken. I never have to worry about a struggle from you. No complaints...no pushback...just love. My love. The only kind of love you deserve.		Tch. Your slumber makes it so easy to come inside, dear. That, and your willing ignorance towards the window latch being broken. I never have to worry about a struggle from you. No complaints...no pushback...just love. ''My'' love. The only kind of love you deserve.


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	This would all be so much easier if you'd just give in to me. Give in to my love. My charms. My yearning desire to protect and nurture you. To watch you grow into something incredible. You'll bloom ever so beautifully...		This would all be so much ''easier'' if you'd just give in to me. Give in to my love. My charms. My yearning desire to protect and nurture you. To watch you grow into something incredible. You'll bloom ever so beautifully...


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	Do you worry about me watching over you? In the past, you've used such mean words like "stalking". I would prefer to call it...observing. But that's neither here nor there. Surely you realize that when you let me in that I no longer need to watch you so closely. No longer need to have these nightly chats. No longer need to work in the shadows. Because I'll be right here in front of you! Right in your worldview, with nothing to hide.		Do you worry about me watching over you? In the past, you've used such mean words like "stalking". I would prefer to call it...observing. But that's neither here nor there. Surely you realize that when you let me in that I no longer ''need'' to watch you so closely. No longer ''need'' to have these nightly chats. No longer ''need'' to work in the shadows. Because I'll be right here in front of you! Right in your worldview, with nothing to hide.


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	<Wind blowing sound, possibly a window rattle; You left the window open!>		<Wind blowing sound, possibly a window rattle; You left the window open!>


	{The listener begins to move in their sleep}		{The listener begins to move in their sleep}
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	Mark my words, love. You will be mine soon enough. You will let me in one day. I hope your soul is strong enough to make your mind understand that.		Mark my words, love. You will be mine soon enough. You ''will'' let me in one day. I hope your soul is strong enough to make your mind understand that.


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Legends of the Fae

Sabre-Tooth Lime — Sun, 04 Oct 2026 05:23:23 GMT

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	\|notes=The Fae of the area have their own legends. You'll learn about one of them today on your first day on the eastern edge of the forest as its newest guard. Your commanding officer is a little bit older than you, but you grew up together. They are a bit sarcastic, and a bit dry. It's an easy job...until its not.		\|notes=The Fae of the area have their own legends. You'll learn about one of them today on your first day on the eastern edge of the forest as its newest guard. Your commanding officer is a little bit older than you, but you grew up together. They are a bit sarcastic, and a bit dry. It's an easy job...until its not.
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	Well, well, well. If it isn't the new transfer!		Well, well, well. If it isn't the new transfer!

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	Well, no, they haven't been a issue most of the time. They should know to keep to their own turf...especially given that's like, their entire thing. But you never know. Maybe a deer crossed the border line and they still wanted a shot at it. At the end of the day, werewolves are just big dogs: Try conjuring a light orb and see if that keeps their attention. Throw it back the way they came and it shouldn't be an issue. Or bribe them with meat.		Well, no, they haven't been a issue most of the time. They ''should'' know to keep to their own turf...especially given that's like, their entire thing. But you never know. Maybe a deer crossed the border line and they still wanted a shot at it. At the end of the day, werewolves are just big dogs: Try conjuring a light orb and see if that keeps their attention. Throw it back the way they came and it shouldn't be an issue. Or bribe them with meat.


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	No, I'm not trying to scare you because you're new, this is important. I probably should've opened with it. If you ever see a thick trail of flowers, particularly growing in places that don't seem like they normally would, you need to flee. Any direction. Just don't stick around the area.		No, I'm not trying to scare you because you're new, this is ''important''. I probably should've opened with it. If you ever see a thick trail of flowers, particularly growing in places that don't seem like they normally would, you need to flee. Any direction. Just don't stick around the area.


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	[Sigh] We don't know what his deal is, but he is a danger to us.		[Sigh] We don't know what his deal is, but he ''is'' a danger to us.


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	They've got a particularly interesting gold hue to them. [Shudder] They're just so lifeless. Creepy as all get-out. So is the Green Man in general. It walks at a slow, consistent speed...almost more of a lurch. Like a zombie from those human shows. He makes no sound, and no expression whatsoever.		They've got a particularly interesting gold hue to them. [Shudder] They're just so ''lifeless''. Creepy as all get-out. So is the Green Man in general. It walks at a slow, consistent speed...almost more of a lurch. Like a zombie from those human shows. He makes no sound, and no expression whatsoever.


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	Apparently he looked more human then, with a short gray beard and well-kept hair. Business-like. Belonged in a human city, more than anything. Over the centuries though, while he doesn't really look that much older, his beard has turned green and his hair has never grown longer than where it is today. Crooked and unkempt. Unnatural. His skin looks a little like tree bark, too. That's...the other way we know that's he's not human, actually. He's been doing this for at least eight hundred years. No mere human should be outliving our kind naturally like that.		Apparently he looked more human then, with a short gray beard and well-kept hair. Business-like. Belonged in a human city, more than anything. Over the centuries though, while he doesn't really look that much older, his beard has turned ''green'' and his hair has never grown longer than where it is today. Crooked and unkempt. ''Unnatural''. His skin looks a little like tree bark, too. That's...the other way we know that's he's not human, actually. He's been doing this for at least eight hundred years. No mere human should be outliving our kind naturally like that.


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The Trapper

Sabre-Tooth Lime — Sun, 04 Oct 2026 05:14:03 GMT

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	This is actually a really old script, originally drafted and about 60% completed around nine years ago. Nine! Crazy how time flies. I have taken the time to de-rust some of the older elements to it and flesh out the story—particularly the ending—to bring it into the modern day. It might run on the shorter end of things, but I think that just makes it easier to read!		This is actually a really old script, originally drafted and about 60% completed around nine years ago. Nine! Crazy how time flies. I have taken the time to de-rust some of the older elements to it and flesh out the story—particularly the ending—to bring it into the modern day. It might run on the shorter end of things, but I think that just makes it easier to read!
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	Whaddup, Peaches?		Whaddup, Peaches?

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	I'm honestly not supposed to really be talking to you. Client specifically requested I not do that. What's she gonna do, know? I don't see how this impacts anything.		I'm honestly not supposed to really be talking to you. Client specifically requested I not do that. What's she gonna do, ''know''? I don't see how this impacts anything.


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	~~…Well~~. You're a bit of a weird case, admittedly. Most of the time. I'm told to outright kill the people they sic me on. If not, the client shows up and does the exact same thing personally. Maybe some torture on the weekends. In your case, though, it was made extremely clear you weren't to have a scratch, let alone a concussion or a broken bone here and there.		...Well. You're a bit of a weird case, admittedly. Most of the time. I'm told to outright kill the people they sic me on. If not, the client shows up and does the exact same thing personally. Maybe some torture on the weekends. In your case, though, it was made extremely clear you weren't to have a scratch, let alone a concussion or a broken bone here and there.


	Not really my specialty. That said, the price on your head was about eight times what anyone else has ever paid me. The weirdo that wants you must be loaded.		Not really my specialty. That said, the price on your head was about eight times what anyone else has ever paid me. The weirdo that wants you must be ''loaded''.


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	Was that a nod? You really haven't been anywhere, huh. Well, I would hope you get a good vacation, but the odds are high that you probably aren't going to see that in your future.		Was that a ''nod''? You really haven't been anywhere, huh. Well, I would hope you get a good vacation, but the odds are high that you probably aren't going to see that in your future.


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	You went mute on purpose? That seems unhelpful. Won't knock personal decisions but that's-		You went mute ''on purpose''? That seems unhelpful. Won't knock personal decisions but that's-


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	...Did someone do this to you on purpose? That's fucked up. Even for me. Really sorry to hear about that. I suppose that explains a few things. I wonder how I didn't notice that when I got you.		''...Did someone do this to you on purpose?'' That's fucked up. Even for me. Really sorry to hear about that. I suppose that explains a few things. I wonder how I didn't notice that when I got you.


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	You're doing the stanky leg all wrong. Seriously, what's up with it.		You're doing the stanky leg all wrong. Seriously, what's up with it.
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	Oh my god! Your leg...your veins! An ankle monitor did all of this?! That's not possible. There's no way that could happen...unless. That's a shock collar isn't it. The voltage must be up super high. The client said you had fled on foot...you must have thugged out the pain and just kept walking, right?		Oh my god! Your leg...your ''veins''! An ankle monitor did all of ''this''?! That's not possible. There's no way that could happen...unless. That's a shock collar isn't it. The voltage must be up super high. The client said you had fled on foot...you must have thugged out the pain and just kept walking, right?


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	You've been zapped with 7000 volts, nonstop, and just kept going anyway?? I under-estimated you. Color me impressed. I guess the collar must have run out of juice by now, which is why it stopped going off, right?		You've been zapped with 7000 volts, ''nonstop'', and just kept going anyway?? I under-estimated you. Color me impressed. I guess the collar must have run out of juice by now, which is why it stopped going off, right?


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The String

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Created page with "{{Header |title=The String |subtitle=Bonded Together, Eternally |tags=<nowiki>[A4A][Light Yandere][Bonded at Birth][Soulmate?][Kitsune x Human][Willing listener]</nowiki> |wordcount=~2750 |blurb=Ever since the day you were born, you've felt a pulling from your hands, drawing you to some faraway place. As you've grown older, the pulling feeling has only become stronger. One day, a faint red glow emanates from your hands, and you feel compelled to trace it back to its sour..."

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|tags=<nowiki>[A4A][Light Yandere][Bonded at Birth][Soulmate?][Kitsune x Human][Willing listener]</nowiki>
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|blurb=Ever since the day you were born, you've felt a pulling from your hands, drawing you to some faraway place. As you've grown older, the pulling feeling has only become stronger. One day, a faint red glow emanates from your hands, and you feel compelled to trace it back to its source...unknowing of what—or who—might await you.
|notes=My intent for verbal delivery is for the Kitsune to sound dreamy and wistful, but controlled. Rehearsed. Every word they say has been practiced endlessly, but delivered as though the listener already knows what is going on. They don't. Softer spoken is preferred, but not a must.

This script has a follow up story, which can be [[Yandere Kitsune Hunts You Down|found here]].
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{Listener is traversing through a heavily wooded area}

<Footsteps, ruffled foliage, leaf crunching; at least 30s before speech>

<All speech from here that is italicized to when indicated should be spoken with effects, preferably reverb and possibly chorusing; the Kitsune is using telekinesis, but much as the bond is currently weak, so too is the speech. It should be like wisps, almost fading away like wind. Have relatively long gaps between lines to make this a bit of a journey>

''Lover...''

''Turn off the path.''

''Yes, you should.''

''You must. You are necessary.''

''Turn to the right.''

''Closer. Closer now.''

''You don't need to worry.''

''There's nothing to be scared of.''

''You've always been chasing this feeling, haven't you?''

''Watch for the creek. There's a bridge nearby to cross.''

''It wards off the spirits.''

''You are fearful still. Please do not be.''

''You have been called.''

''This is the greatest honor one could have.''

''This is the time for your ascension.''

''This is the time for you to succeed.''

''You will not be lost here.''

''The forest is thick, but your instinct will bring you to me.''

''Home...''

''Can you feel me calling to you?''

''The pull of the holy strings?''

''I hope so.''

''Your instinct has never failed you in the past, has it?''

''We made sure of that.''

''These things will make sense in time.''

''You're almost here. I can feel you.''

''I do not wish to wait any longer.''

''The shrine will welcome you.''

''You are family.''

''Yes, just beyond those bushes there.''

''Chase the glimmer of silver.''

''The line running across the forest...Cross it.''

''You must cross it. You must grow closer.''

''Close enough so that I can see you.''

''Hold you. Cherish you. Praise you.''

''To make. You.''

<Drop all sound effects. The Kitsune has appeared behind the listener in person, and now is speaking normally>

Mine.

{Pause a moment to let the listener be properly scared}

My love...my love. How sorry I am to frighten you so. Be not afraid...I harbor no ill intents. You are safe in this place.

Welcome to our shrine. Does it impress you? I've worked tirelessly to keep it in the best shape for you. How marvelous it stands, lined with silver and blue. Our crest seal is emblazened on the tapestry.

You seem puzzled. What seems to be the matter?

Are you awestruck by the beautiful Kitsune that stands before you? I know that I may have stood out from the humans you have seen in the past, but...

My dear, I cannot help you if you do not ask of it.

{Mentions the seal}

The seal?

Yes, the mark of the god here is weaved into the fabric of the drapery. How observant of you!

It seems...familiar?

I would hope so. You've been carrying that mark your entire life, haven't you?

The symbology is on your hands, is it not?

Of course I know about them. They led you here, after all. They shine the most ''beautiful'' shade of red.

As beautiful as the day is, perhaps we should discuss this more inside the shrine. Come, come...

{Listener protests}

Not worthy? Nonsense. There is none more worthy to enter it than you. Please, follow me.

<Footsteps leading to the shrine itself>

There are hundreds of tile mosaics, yes. I have created most of them myself, from baking the clay, to painting the tiles, to assembling them on the walls. All of these were former patrons of the shrine. Some young, some old, and of all sorts of different places. Finding people in all sorts of colors has made these walls come alive in the most wonderful of ways.

That's not why we are here, though, is it.

Yes, my dear, I am very well aware of your hands. The glow they emanate in the moonlight...the strings that lead off to distant places...the magic potential they have given you...

Yes, magic potential. You have the ability to cast some magic because of those strings. That is a blessing bestowed upon you. You have had many blessings bestowed upon you. [Sighing dreamily] ''As have I...''

Simply look at the markings now. They glow with a great intensity. As for the strings, they are much fuller now, aren't they? No longer just wisps of a connection, no longer just hints towards the bond...it clearly shows just how tied you are.

What are you tied to? Silly human...

{Kitsune reveals the red strings connect to the backs of their own hands}

Look at my hands, dear. You've been tied to me.

The red strings of fate have tied your soul to mine from the moment you were born. We have been destined to meet.

You're surprised. I suppose that is a normal reaction. Come come, sit with me and I shall tell you everything.

<Footsteps; travelling noise. Don't speak until these sounds end>

I have been at this shrine for almost my entire life. About 1200 years, in fact. I have been in service for this entire time. Protecting the lands, helping the god, and inspiring the patrons here to find inner peace.

For a time, anyway.

You see...the god of this shrine had been alive for a very long time. As people stopped coming to the shrine, or even this part of the country, they became weakened. And so...they wanted out. Eventually regressing from public life entirely, leaving just the shrine staff to look after them.

Most of the staffing was relieved of duty. Others, who were already close to their own demise, passed away warmly by the few remaining maintainers of the blessed land.

Eventually, no one was left to care for our god...except for me. Another 200 years passed. Slowly. Quietly. I watched as the final strands of ambition fade from their eyes in that time. This once powerful being as a saving beacon for humanity, turned feeble and sad in what seemed like a moment.

I don't feel upset about this decision. They had lived a long and prosperous time. That did not make it any easier to watch.

The time had come for them to pass. In gratitude for having served longer and more devoted than any other, I was promised a gift. The final remains of my god's power. One half of it went to me. The other, as they had explained, was tied to a new soul of their choosing. One they had deemed worthy to be my lover. My mate. My...destiny.

Perhaps it is cliché, but they told me about the legends for the red string of fate. Explained how that simple story would be the basis for finding the one I was destined to be with.

I had mentioned that I created most of the mosaics here, did I not? There is one that I had no part in. Look above you, on the ceiling. This mural was created by them. Vast, isn't it? One centimeter square of tile for every week since they had promised my mate to me. Two hundred years of ceramics. There on the left, it starts with the god leading me and others from the sunrise. See my ears and tails? In the center is the shrine we are currently in. On the right, day fades to a sunset. Then myself once again, and at the far end of the mural...it's you. The resemblance is unmistakable. How beautiful you look, paved in clay and expensive paints. You can even see our bond, tying us together, as we hold hands facing the future together. I've stared at its perfection for years.

Can you see it now? The unwavering assurance that you were promised to me? Our god foresaw your beauty. They had also foreseen your...likelihood of doubt. They had hoped that in forming such artwork that it would surely convince you of your place here in the shrine. With me. Such high blessings from our god...

{Longer pause for processing}

Yes, ''our'' god. It was their will that brought you here, after all. Does that not make you theirs in any capacity? You are a follower, whether you were aware of it or not. When you prayed, those prayers went to them. Not ''anyone'' or ''anything'' else. If I was lucky, I was even able to hear those prayers. Sometimes, I was even permitted to grant your wishes...

[Dreamy sigh]

{Listener inquires about the bonds}

About our bonds? Well...

Once you were born, there was a faint red glow from the back of my hands. The symbol of the shrine had appeared with magic. As years have gone on...the strings have become thicker. Less ephemeral, more...tangible. As I was commanded, once the bond between us was solid and thick like ropes, I needed to tug you in my direction. Gently, of course, but still to pull you in to your home.

Even now...

<Rope pull noise; tension>

I can pull you towards me, like a tether or a leash. But I do not wish to do this to you, my dear. There is no need to exact force on a soul who has yet to exert force in return...

But...we are still bonded together. No amount of walls or distance will change the fact that your magic always leads to me...or mine to you.

{Longer pause to process}

I believe you have already come to understand I have no intention of letting you leave. Not yet.

If you ran...where could you even go off to? I can trace you from our bonds, let alone being a predator in these woods for over a thousand years. You don't know what powers kitsune hold—I've made sure of that. Especially not one that was graced by the gods.

Of course...I don't anticipate you loving me in return, initially. I am confident you feel as though you don't know who I am. How could you ever love a stranger like me...mysterious, powerful, and demi-human.

But you ''have'' seen me. I know it. In dreams, I have appeared to you. In visions during the day, you hear me calling your name. In quiet moments, you have felt the prayers I speak for you. When our bonds were strong, I would grant you the feeling of magic.

Don't lie to me, beloved. I sensed your reactions every single time. Silent confusion, to loving thanks, to rage in a fit of confusion. These reactions are all normal when it comes to something bigger than yourself. Mortal as it may be, your body has a keen sense of when I was with you, listening or praying.

Don't give me such a nasty glare. Is it so wrong to try and do good things for your fated partner? Is it wrong to have tried to make this very conversation one of love and civility instead of combat and depravity?

You maintained privacy. I could not see you directly, or what you were doing. I simply wanted to warm you to my presence before you came.

You never gave indication of hatred. I would have felt it. Hatred always emanates from souls, and you hold none towards me. Think deeply about your emotional state in this moment. There is perhaps confusion...curiosity...fear...ex-cite-ment...? But not hatred. Your soul won't allow hatred towards me, just as mine won't allow it towards you. To hate would go against destiny.

Our bonds are so much more than simple tethering ropes. We share feelings. Security. Emotions. Magic. Thoughts, if you'll allow it.

<Some kind of spacey or 'in-your-head' effect>

Yes, my love. We can use telepathy.

<End effect>

You are frightened again. I promise to not do that without warning or reason.

I can feel your fear. It oozes out of you like molasses. Sickly sweet and cautious. I'm sure, then, that you can feel my love in return. A warmth, drowning out that fear. I suppose that would be confusing to experience.

I don't think you're scared of this. Of us. Of the future before you. No...I think you are simply scared of me.

I think...you're worried about doing the wrong thing. Doing something to upset me, with an unpredictable reaction. ''How romantic~''...but also baseless. It would be very difficult to upset me now that I have you here.

This is not a punishment. It is a blessing that you just have yet to realize.

Two days. I ask you to stay in this shrine for two days only. Choose to ignore me or choose to learn about me, I do not mind either way. But I believe truly that two days will be more than enough for you to understand that this is your home.

If you refuse and attempt to flee...I will bring you back here. And you will stay for much longer than two days. I do not think this is a good course of action.

If you decide this is not a place you could live...I would be happy to accompany you back to whatever living quarters you have. I would rather not abandon this beautiful home...but I will not leave your side.

Humanity is often material in their desires, no? Then consider: Two nights in a well-furnished, well-maintained shrine, with a loving personal attendant by your side. A free luxury hotel. No strings attached...mostly.

I have beautiful things to show you. We have magnificent gardens and glass sculptures. There is a terrace a short way away for gazing at the stars. I can show you the many kilns we use to make our mosaics-

{Listener lights up to this mildly}

Oh~? Have I piqued your interest? Tell me my love, what has gripped you?

The kilns! How interesting. Might I ask why they interest you so?

{Give space for listener answer}

You work as a potter for a living! Oh oh oh, how wonderful! How delightful that our fates share clay and fire. I do hope you will show me your talents. I am sure they are vast, and your creations beautiful.

Is that why you've spent so much time looking at the mosaics over me? I suppose I cannot be upset with this. You're admiring fine work after all. ''My'' work. All done with adoration for you.

My love...my treasure. The strings of fate have brought us together today. May we never have to part for the rest of our natural lives.

No my dear, you mustn't worry. You were blessed by a god, you will live so much longer than an ordinary human would. It is also quite possible that the blessed bonds that tie us together will grant you my gift of longevity as a kitsune. You will never have to fret about losing me or yourself to death.

May I embrace you? I wish to hold you at long last. I have been so patient in doing so over these two-hundred years.

{The listener complies; this is a good point to sound physically closer to the listener(s ears)}

You precious thing. How fortunate I am to have such a wonderful thing like you.

{Listener protests}

Nonsense. You are wonderful. I have decreed it so. So too did Dan'eya {Dahn-ayy-uh}.

Dan'eya was the former god of this place, yes. How magnificent they were... and how wonderful we will be, taking their place. We have been chosen and trusted to continue their legacy. Destined to be lovers until the end.

My name...? But of course. It is Afosiosi {Ah-fo-see-oh-see}. It is an old name from a far-off culture. It is known today as Greece, if I recall. My mother was from that place, or somewhere nearby. Dan'eya would sometimes just call me Sisi or Siosi...you may call me the same, if you wish.

Only you...

You need not utter your name, if you don't wish. It was told to me long ago when the binding prophecy formed.

{The listener says it anyway}

How gorgeous it is to come from your lips. It is like soft music by candlelight.

Stay with me here in this moment. I wish to relish it more. The day has much time before it turns to night.

{Longer pause}

My bonded soul...welcome home. I shall love you forever.

{Fade out. Optionally, add some forest ambience sound effects for awhile as the two lovers sit in silence in each others company and for ASMR effect}

'''END.'''
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The Trapper

Sabre-Tooth Lime — Sun, 04 Oct 2026 04:50:26 GMT

Created page with "{{Header |title=The Trapper |subtitle=Failed Escape |tags=<nowiki>[A4A][Implied Yandere][Implied F4A Relationship][Kidnapped][Snarky][Bored Speaker][Plot twists][Heartless][Violent]</nowiki> |wordcount=~1100 |blurb=You've awoken kidnapped in a strange den, with a grizzled hunter-type who calls themself The Trapper. Their goal? Take contracts to kidnap people for clients. Seems like you're the latest person they've trapped. As they await their commissioner to pick you up,..."

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|wordcount=~1100
|blurb=You've awoken kidnapped in a strange den, with a grizzled hunter-type who calls themself The Trapper. Their goal? Take contracts to kidnap people for clients. Seems like you're the latest person they've trapped. As they await their commissioner to pick you up, they try to pass the time with conversation. It doesn't work as they planned.
|notes=The listener managed to flee their rich yandere on foot, despite the...setbacks. They even managed to even flee into the next county, before being captured by a strange figure who calls themself The Trapper. Grizzled, smug, and honestly pretty bored of easy prey like the listener, they aren't too keen on entertaining this guest...until some discoveries change their mind. Your delivery should reflect this.

This is actually a really old script, originally drafted and about 60% completed around nine years ago. Nine! Crazy how time flies. I have taken the time to de-rust some of the older elements to it and flesh out the story—particularly the ending—to bring it into the modern day. It might run on the shorter end of things, but I think that just makes it easier to read!
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Whaddup, Peaches?

Go ahead. Get the screaming out. The only thing I hate more than talking over people is repeating myself.

[Ostensibly long pause, nothing happens]

What, nothing left in the tank? Well, that's okay. Makes my life a hell of a lot easier. Let's break through the FAQs: No, I'm not letting you go, no, I specifically am not going to hurt you, no, I don't take bribes, and no, I'm not taking the ropes off.

Well I see you are an expert at giving the silent treatment. Makes this a whole lot easier on my end. I'm sure you've stitched your whole situation together by now, right?

[Sigh] At least indicate you're actually awake or still half listening.

{Listener nods}

...I'll take a nod.

Screaming won't do you any good, given no one is here for miles. This little establishment is off-grid and in an area that I'm fairly certain no cop is going to bother leaving the comfort of a warm car and a doughnut stash to go find.

Evidently I'm not stupid enough to let you meander out of here either.

Seriously, the whole silent thing is a little freaky.

Fine, you win. I'll talk more: They call me The Trapper. People sometimes need to acquire other people, and it's me they work through to make that happen. Twelve long years I've been at it. I specifically ain't gonna hurt-cha, but I'm not gonna promise whomever wanted you won't.

You seem perplexed. You sure you don't have any enemies or nothin'? Nobody you've scorned? I wouldn't know your situation or life, so don't look at me like I'd know.

Well regardless, you ended up being a real easy snag. Almost too easy, actually. Usually people put up a fight or have home security or something. Definitely in the bottom five for challenge level. For that reason you made it here a day before you're to be picked up. So, uh, get comfortable. I'll find a radio station or something to pass the time later.

I'm honestly not supposed to really be talking to you. Client specifically requested I not do that. What's she gonna do, know? I don't see how this impacts anything.

Nothing? Not even an eye roll? A huff of disappointment?

…Well. You're a bit of a weird case, admittedly. Most of the time. I'm told to outright kill the people they sic me on. If not, the client shows up and does the exact same thing personally. Maybe some torture on the weekends. In your case, though, it was made extremely clear you weren't to have a scratch, let alone a concussion or a broken bone here and there.

Not really my specialty. That said, the price on your head was about eight times what anyone else has ever paid me. The weirdo that wants you must be loaded.

I'm probably set to take one hell of a vacation after you're out of here. I'm thinking Tampa. You ever been there?

You ever been...anywhere?

Was that a nod? You really haven't been anywhere, huh. Well, I would hope you get a good vacation, but the odds are high that you probably aren't going to see that in your future.

You seem...quite aware of that fact already. Are you sure you don't know who's trying to get you? You look so...blank. I get some people have some pretty major RBF, but you're kind of on another level here.

Come to think of it, are you even capable of speech? You haven't made so much as a peep from the time I got you to now.

{Slowly, the listener presents their neck to show a massive scar; seems like they no longer have vocal chords}

Holy— That is one crazy scar. Did you have some kind of crazy surgery or something?

{Listener nods no}

A no...? Was this...on accident?

{Nods no again}

You went mute on purpose? That seems unhelpful. Won't knock personal decisions but that's-

{A third nod no}

...Did someone do this to you on purpose? That's fucked up. Even for me. Really sorry to hear about that. I suppose that explains a few things. I wonder how I didn't notice that when I got you.

Damn. Seems like whatever you did, the client does not want you squealing about it. I guess my gag is kind of redundant.

Assuming you did anything. I don't mean this in a mean way, but you don't really strike me at the type of person who would do...anything. Kinda tapped out awhile ago, right?

Am I like, the first person you've even seen in awhile?

{A nod yes}

Yeesh. Usually it's me who is the anti-social one. Sorry to be the bearer of bad times. Unforch for you, a contract is a contract—I can't break it. Minus the speaking to you, I guess. That's not really a condition I care about. You're still going to go to the client. It's strange to me that they want you alive, though. For someone who seems dangerous enough to forcibly mute, it's a weird liability to keep them alive and kicking. Or still have the ability to write. What a strange position to find yourself in.

Any other secrets I should know about?

{The listener flails a leg}

Why did you shake your leg like that?

{They flail again}

You're doing the stanky leg all wrong. Seriously, what's up with it.

Oh yeah. You can't answer. If you promise to not kick me, I will look at your leg. Deal?

...Blink once for yes, flop your leg again for no.

A blink. Well. Glad you trust me, I guess. I'll roll up the ol pant-leg here...

{Speaker rolls up the pant leg}

<fabric sounds>

[Gasp]

Oh my god! Your leg...your veins! An ankle monitor did all of this?! That's not possible. There's no way that could happen...unless. That's a shock collar isn't it. The voltage must be up super high. The client said you had fled on foot...you must have thugged out the pain and just kept walking, right?

{Listener nods}

You've been zapped with 7000 volts, nonstop, and just kept going anyway?? I under-estimated you. Color me impressed. I guess the collar must have run out of juice by now, which is why it stopped going off, right?

I don't know what kind of life you've led or why you're wanted so badly, but I feel sorry for ya. Not enough to override my ticket to Tampa, but sorry enough to give you some respect for your sad, tortured self.

[Sigh]

I'll leave the radio on when I head upstairs. Flail when we get to a station you like. I suppose it's the least I could do. You get picked up tomorrow morning. My deepest consolidations to whatever hell you're bound to return to.

Now lets see...where's that darn radio...

{Fade to silence}

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Legends of the Fae

Sabre-Tooth Lime — Sun, 04 Oct 2026 04:43:37 GMT

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Legends of the Fae

Sabre-Tooth Lime — Sun, 04 Oct 2026 04:41:22 GMT

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|notes=The Fae of the area have their own legends. You'll learn about one of them today on your first day on the eastern edge of the forest as its newest guard. Your commanding officer is a little bit older than you, but you grew up together. They are a bit sarcastic, and a bit dry. It's an easy job...until its not.
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Well, well, well. If it isn't the new transfer!

Yes, yes. Given I actually know you, I'm not going to try the "ask your name" trick. I'm sure you're sick of it in the forest's heart. It's been awhile, hasn't it? Some 50, 60 years at the least. You seem like you've barely aged a decade in that time. Still insistent upon the shorter hair, huh?

{smugly} Well I'm not here to dictate style. If that's what we're calling it. I take it your move to the outer village camp was smooth?

Good. Welcome to Forest's Edge East. I did not name it, I do not get to change its name, and yes, I know it sounds boring. We can do the tour of the grounds later. Since we are already on the edge of the village, I thought we can just start with your tasks and some things to look out for.

The good news is that most of your orientation is already complete. Working as a guard in the capital means you should already have a pretty clear idea as to what you're doing or need to look out for, be it ne'er-do-wells or threats to the forest. Or our people. Maybe clean up any debris or trash. Put out the fires. Gather supplies. Shocking, I know.

Obviously, moving out here means there's a pretty major change of clientele from what you are used to. We typically don't have too many friendly faces cutting through here. Mostly just those pesky humans trying to take a shortcut, or worse...set up camp.

{Pause for listener inquiry; "Has it been a problem?"}

It hasn't been as much of a problem in recent years, but they never really last long to tell others not to come here. Or they're just stupid. Probably both. Either way, per the orders of the Queen we are not supposed to lure them into the forest anymore. Something about liability and justice and..."operational logistics". She's wickedly smart, but she seems to forget that us outer Fae are not. A-aside from you, of course.

I'll be real newbie, I don't have the faintest clue why you'd come all the way out here. A cushy job in the inner sanctum of the forest with zero threats to safety? That's like the dream.

{Listener gets very upset by this criticism}

Okay okay! I get it. I won't press the matter further. Sorry to crimp your wings. Whatever your reasons, you're here now. As I was saying, no being nefarious to humans. Either scare 'em out of here, lure them away with a wisp conjuration, or convince them the way out has treasure. Whatever it takes to get them out of here. I think Mizzne {Miz-knee} says he does some ploy to freak them out...something about "carin surance" {intentionally mispronounce} and making them pay for it, or maybe not pay for it? It's certainly out there, but so is Mizzne. I don't really pay much attention to what he says. If it works it works...

Human traditions are strange, the least of which their obsession with money.

{Jest from the listener}

Heh, uglier goblins. You're so right. Now, we only need to really patrol the actual end of the forest line or the trails themselves. You'll be with me for training and positioning for the first week, but generally our team is unlike the inner forest. We typically have scouters on their lonesome, instead of in pairs or teams. You can go through the woods if you want, or if something requires your attention, but its generally better to let the animals and plants there do their own thing.

[sigh] Obviously help the plants if they need it and it's not too major at changing anything. I don't want any trees put back upright, but a few berry bushes getting some better leaves with a spell isn't gonna hurt anything.

{Mild protest to the use of magic}

...We literally have a mana pool. It's fine. It sounds like those heartlanders need to get some better magical endurance.

[Pause, as nobody is really sure what to say at this point]

I, uh, guess if you see any werewolves this far west, make sure you turn them away really quickly. One isn't that bad, but once several gang up on you it can really become a problem.

Well, no, they haven't been a issue most of the time. They should know to keep to their own turf...especially given that's like, their entire thing. But you never know. Maybe a deer crossed the border line and they still wanted a shot at it. At the end of the day, werewolves are just big dogs: Try conjuring a light orb and see if that keeps their attention. Throw it back the way they came and it shouldn't be an issue. Or bribe them with meat.

{Listener inquiry}

Nah, the elves come from the north-west. They shouldn't ever really be out here, given that they are escorted by Do-Toley's {Doe-toll-e} team. Even then, they're only here for trade anyway—it wouldn't kill us to have them stay at camp for a night until they can go back the next morning.

In a similar vein, Natcinthe {Nat-sin-th} handles the dwarves on their visits every decade. Apparently they're led in part by a Selkie now too...how strange, right?

{Listener inquiry}

Yeah! Little Natcinthe grew up strong after all, and she's in charge of the south and west camps. Constantly on the move...I guess some things never change, huh. School did wonders for her, but I think it would have been better if classes were given while walking laps every day...

She's still a sweetheart though. Her teams seem to really respect her leadership. I'm sure you'll see her again here soon, with our next team exchange meeting in a few months. No promises you'll go on the journey, but given that I'm the one in charge and you don't drive me as crazy as some of the others...your odds remain high.

Our chunk of the woods doesn't have anything too out of the ordinary. There's the natural border with the river on the north end of the forest, which keeps most frustrations out. We also don't have nearly as many predators as other regions seem to, so that's nice.

[Awkward pause]

Eeeeyup. {Get distracted noticing something} Should be pretty...smooth...sailing.

Oh yeah. That.

There is one thing you need to avoid. This is the one time you cannot be brave, and need to flee the area as fast as possible if you see it.

No, I'm not trying to scare you because you're new, this is important. I probably should've opened with it. If you ever see a thick trail of flowers, particularly growing in places that don't seem like they normally would, you need to flee. Any direction. Just don't stick around the area.

{The listener, curious, asks more}

[Sigh] We don't know what his deal is, but he is a danger to us.

{Further questioning}

Well, we call him the Green Man. At first, we thought it was human. Looked like one, dressed like one, moved like one. Sure looked human enough, minus those...eyes...

{Mild anxiety begins to set in the speaker/tone of voice. What they're about to tell, they do NOT feel comfortable with}

They've got a particularly interesting gold hue to them. [Shudder] They're just so lifeless. Creepy as all get-out. So is the Green Man in general. It walks at a slow, consistent speed...almost more of a lurch. Like a zombie from those human shows. He makes no sound, and no expression whatsoever.

It's before my time, so I wasn't there at the start, but the stories say that the team tried following him, taunting him, or luring away his spirit to no avail. In fact, he was completely unresponsive to anything our kind did. If someone got in his way, he would simply plow right through them as though he was made of stone. He's also completely immune to magic, almost like a thunder rod. We can throw pretty much everything in the book at him and I don't even think the spells land before they disappear.

Apparently he looked more human then, with a short gray beard and well-kept hair. Business-like. Belonged in a human city, more than anything. Over the centuries though, while he doesn't really look that much older, his beard has turned green and his hair has never grown longer than where it is today. Crooked and unkempt. Unnatural. His skin looks a little like tree bark, too. That's...the other way we know that's he's not human, actually. He's been doing this for at least eight hundred years. No mere human should be outliving our kind naturally like that.

{Speaker is starting to get somewhat stressed out}

A-anyway, I think they thought he was just deaf, but that wouldn't explain not shifting his gaze or moving out the way. Soon after the Green Man appeared, and once all the normal tricks or attempts to communicate with him failed, one of our guard named Coshoc {Co-shock} noticed he had thick balls of cotton in his ears. They decided to try and be brave and pluck the cotton balls out, so that they could better speak to the Green Man as he walked his path. F-figure out his whole deal, y'know? The moment his hand brushed the skin of the Green Man, he swiveled around in a rage and broke Coshoc's entire arm with just one hand gripping his wrist...bones and tendons and all. It never could heal again.

Other guard members said his eyes started to glow green when he moved off his path and attacked Coshoc. Without much celebration, he would turn back on his way and continue walking. Since this day, only two more of our kind have ever tried to do anything close to it. One of them is dead, and the other could no longer walk...

[Deep exhale, coming down from anxiety]

Two weeks after he broke Coshoc, the guard noticed he started wearing a large bag on his back that would spill a few of these small golden seeds. Within moments they would bloom into all sorts beautiful flowers nobody had ever recognized before...and by the end of the night, they'd be dead. The flowers seem to be different each day, despite the seeds always looking the same. It's uncanny.

So now you know. Find the flowers, the Green Man is near. And that is NOT something you want to be near. I don't want you ending up like Coschoc in the past...

{Listener asks where the Green Man goes}

Where does he go? No idea. He sort of just...appears. Walks a different path every day, sure, but generally in the same direction. Then after awhile...poof. He's gone. Just disappears like a ghost. There's no consistent time or place where the Green Man appears. Just that he does. We're really quite fortunate he's never appeared near the village campsite.

{Banter implied}

Well, I'm not one to make interpretations, but the going theory is that the Green Man is the lover of a witch nearby. We know she's out there—we even converse sometimes if there's danger present, or to point out specific patches of plants she needs. But just like the Green Man, she also seems to just vanish into thin air. We have no clue where they go, even when following close behind with stealth magic. I wouldn't dare ask about the Green Man to her though—she's incredibly powerful, and I don't want to risk upsetting someone that could probably incinerate half the forest in a handclap.

Not sure what she would see in an ancient old thing like the Green Man, but again: not going to criticize an all-powerful witch. Probably best to just avoid them both.

[Awkward pause]

You want to head back to camp and eat something? I think I should probably show you around before it fully goes dark. Let's go, chop chop. Time waits for no one, and certainly not us. Full day of work tomorrow.

'''END.'''

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<Muffled speech; outside building>

[light humming]

1:30 again...Darling, if you keep staying up late working, you'll never get your beauty sleep...

Though I suppose you made it back to your bed this time. Did you underfill your nightcap again? Or is the pull of my love starting to become familiar to you?

[sigh] You fell either way. You'll always fall for me. One way or the other...

<Glass tapping, as though against window>

Surely you've noticed by now that you can't live without your little nightcap, dearest. Just like you can't live without my love.

<Window sliding open; end muffle>

That's because I add my love to your drink. Can you taste it? Have you even noticed?

Falling right for me...Down to where I can see you. Feel you. Touch you. That's all that really matters, darling. It's just you experiencing my love.

Tch. Your slumber makes it so easy to come inside, dear. That, and your willing ignorance towards the window latch being broken. I never have to worry about a struggle from you. No complaints...no pushback...just love. My love. The only kind of love you deserve.

You're too addicted to the restfulness you're getting now to stop drinking my gift, aren't you my dear?

I think you've only missed it twice. Two times you neglected my love, and two times you spent awake in bed. Unrested. Agonizing over your sleeplessness. Agonizing being without me. Tossing and turning, begging for some kind of savior to rescue you.

I'm your savior, love.

I will free you from that pain when you finally open up to my attempts to meet your conscious half. When it's not so...complicated. Your conscious half thinks it knows better. Better than fate. Better than me. That's okay, though...we all make mistakes.

And because I love you so, I shall be patient with you. No hand will be laid on you before you are ready, no matter how deeply I crave to do so now. I will not force you to remain with me in your daily life.

This would all be so much easier if you'd just give in to me. Give in to my love. My charms. My yearning desire to protect and nurture you. To watch you grow into something incredible. You'll bloom ever so beautifully...

[Elongated pause; let this moment sink in]

I hope your vines grow towards me like sunlight. Your roots like water. Growing towards me out of need, and not just want. Make no mistake, your only true way forward is to let me in. I will make sure of it.

Not into your home. Not into your sight. I've already made my way there. I mean for you to let me into your heart. Your routine. Your soul. Every fiber of your being, carefully unwoven and strung back together with mine. We really could mesh that well together, you know.

I would be your sunlight. Your oxygen. Whatever metaphor you need to hear that will make you mine.

But you're not mine. Not yet, anyway. That stubborn conscious half of you still believes that I don't serve your best interests. "Creepy", I think you called it. "Perverted", another time. Despite your hurtful words, you still curl closer to me when I watch over you at night. One time, you even reached out...right to where I was standing. You reached out to me. Your subconscious knows you need me. Your body aches to be held by me, too.

Even when you're awake, your soul seeks me out. A change in the routine walk home that brings you right to where I am watching you is no coincidence. Deciding to try a new café in town which so happens to be where I work? Switching up your wardrobe to add my favorite color?

[Deep inhale; sniffing] Even your new perfume has my captivation. The scent of peach and petrichor is simply too unique to be a random assortment. I think your soul has tried to learn the things that make me happy...just as I have learned yours. I always wonder what details it retains from my nightly visits.

These aren't just the works of spontaneity, my love. This is the work of fate. Something you seem to deny at every turn. If even fate knows we are slated to be together, one way or another, then it is simply foolish to reject its frequent message. Your soul desires me. Your unconscious mind desires me. Why can't you admit that to yourself?

You've always been so good about trusting your gut. Last year, when you quit your job? You felt like you had to leave, but couldn't tell why...now you make more money under less stress, for a company that isn't being sued to oblivion. Or when you went to see your parents for their birthday, which just so happened to be the final weekend before they moved to another country for retirement. Do you know that I watched these things too? I wish we could share these warm moments together. Share in the good fortune that follows your every footstep.

Even meeting me the first time was trusting your soul's judgment. A stranger asks if they can sit at your table in a crowded café, which turns into a date? That is better than I ever could have planned for.

All the more frustrating, then, that you refuse to follow up on it.

[Elongated pause, let the moment shift directions]

I know there's not anybody else you yearn for. I see your friends, scarce as they are and the less you choose to see them. No secret chain of letters or text to a lover in secret. You've dated in the past...it's not like it's a concept that's off the table for you. So why, darling, must you so carefully and decisively flee from me when I get anywhere close to you?

Do you perhaps fear that I'll be too controlling? My dear, my dear...I wouldn't dream of it. I won't stop you from living your life. You will still have your job, your friends, your family, your everything. I love all the things you've built up in your life. That's part of who you are. I just want to partake in a little part of each of those places, just as I hope you partake in a little bit of each part of my life. That said, it will be oh so clear that you're mine~!

Do you worry about me watching over you? In the past, you've used such mean words like "stalking". I would prefer to call it...observing. But that's neither here nor there. Surely you realize that when you let me in that I no longer need to watch you so closely. No longer need to have these nightly chats. No longer need to work in the shadows. Because I'll be right here in front of you! Right in your worldview, with nothing to hide.

Your unconscious mind is so calm when I ask questions. What a curse it is that only your conscious mind can answer them, but refuses to do it.

<Wind blowing sound, possibly a window rattle; You left the window open!>

{The listener begins to move in their sleep}

It seems you are beginning to stir. Leaving the window open...my greatest vice. My hubris has cut our time short.

[From further away; as the speaker begins to leave]

Mark my words, love. You will be mine soon enough. You will let me in one day. I hope your soul is strong enough to make your mind understand that.

May you sleep oh so soundly tonight without me, dear.

[Steps to leave; window to close]

'''END.'''
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Sabre-Tooth Lime added prefix "tmwa" (https://www.trigjegman.org/wikis/$1) (trans: 0; local: 1) to the interwiki table

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Sabre-Tooth Lime — Sun, 04 Oct 2026 03:13:06 GMT

Sabre-Tooth Lime removed prefix "wiktionary" from the interwiki table

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Sabre-Tooth Lime — Sun, 04 Oct 2026 03:12:57 GMT

Sabre-Tooth Lime removed prefix "wikt" from the interwiki table

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Sabre-Tooth Lime — Sun, 04 Oct 2026 03:12:55 GMT

Sabre-Tooth Lime removed prefix "wikiwikiweb" from the interwiki table

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Sabre-Tooth Lime — Sun, 04 Oct 2026 03:12:53 GMT

Sabre-Tooth Lime removed prefix "wikivoyage" from the interwiki table

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Sabre-Tooth Lime — Sun, 04 Oct 2026 03:12:51 GMT

Sabre-Tooth Lime removed prefix "wikiversity" from the interwiki table

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Sabre-Tooth Lime — Sun, 04 Oct 2026 03:12:50 GMT

Sabre-Tooth Lime removed prefix "wikispecies" from the interwiki table

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Sabre-Tooth Lime — Sun, 04 Oct 2026 03:12:48 GMT

Sabre-Tooth Lime removed prefix "wikisource" from the interwiki table

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Sabre-Tooth Lime — Sun, 04 Oct 2026 03:12:46 GMT

Sabre-Tooth Lime removed prefix "wikiquote" from the interwiki table

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Sabre-Tooth Lime — Sun, 04 Oct 2026 03:12:45 GMT

Sabre-Tooth Lime removed prefix "wikinews" from the interwiki table