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[A4A] In the Care of a Demon [M4F] [F4M] [Demon Speaker] [Resurrected Listener] [Fantasy] [Lore heavy] [Personal attention] [Caretaker] [Necromancy]

Storyline- A brutal war ravaged this world, mankind has fallen and very few draw breath. A new master rules this place. But within thick forest, a safe heaven is made. A demon awaits for a human to awaken. There is a reason why they say you should let the dead rest. But the demon couldn't.

The thought of the worms devouring their human…their friend, nearly drove them to madness. And so they carried the human limp body, wrapped in a blanket , to a demon necromancer. The human draws breath once more.

But now the long and jagged road of recovery is before them. And some old memories should have stayed buried. For everyone's sake.

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[Sounds of distorted swords clashing, screaming, and fire. Sounds of a battlefield]

[All sounds come to ahead before getting silenced. Leaving with eerie whispers and a fast heartbeat that soon slows down to a normal pace]

Necromancer: [Muffled, creepy old voice] It is done, my (Lord/Lady) [Dark chuckle] What a feisty soul they have…

Dahlia/Dorian: [Muffled, softly, almost concerned but trying to hide it] Tell me, how much free will is still within them? Will they be able to function without orders?

Necromancer: [ Muffled, disappointed] If (his/her) (Lordship/Ladyship) desired an arisen corpse but forgo the thrall, then perhaps (he/she) should have sought out a paladin that had yet to succumb that war of- [Cut off]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Muffled, angry] Do not try my patience, Veil Ripper!

Necromancer: [Muffled, slightly sarcastic] My tongue means no offense to you, oh great Demon's Crown! 

Dahlia/Dorian: [Muffled, slight growl]

Necromancer: [Muffled, apathetic sigh] It depends, my (Lordship/Ladyship), on how long they have been dead. Those who are nothing but bones have no free will. And they act as if they know not the words. While those with more flesh clinging to them have been known to do things without orders.

Dahlia/Dorian: [Muffled] And what of their memories?

Necromancer: [Muffled, slowly fading out] Ahh, but of course! Yours is a shared history that runs deep. But you must understand, the soul might remember, but the mind is weak and frail- [Faded out]

[Pause, Heartbeat, and whispers fade out, and a warm crackling fire fades in. Rustling of a fabric as Listener starts to wake up.]

[Muffled morning birds outside the window. More rustling of fabric as Listener crawls closer to the fire]

[Slow footsteps on wooden floors, suddenly stop]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Softly] You [Pause] woke up. [Pause, more joyful and excited] You woke up!!

[Quick-paced footsteps on the floor; Dahlia/Dorian drop to their knees and hug Listener]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Holding back tears] I can feel your heart. I can hear your breath…I never thought I would see those eyes again, but- [Cut themselves off, pull away from the hug] Do you know who I am? Do you remember who you are!?

[Listener says master]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Taken aback, almost angered in tone] No. Do not call me that. [Angered and hurt] I am not your master. It's me. It's your D-[Cut themselves off slightly, a calmer tone] I'm (Dahlia/Dorian), and you are my friend, not my thrall! Not my slave!

Dahlia/Dorian: [Takes a deep breath] I can explain later, but right now, it's best we get you washed and dressed in clean clothes; you've been wearing those rags for [Pause] Gods only knows…come on, I'll help you up.

[Dahlia/Dorian helps the Listener to their feet. Listener stumbles a little as they start to walk]

Dahlia/Dorian: It's okay, it's okay. I got you. Your mussels have forgotten a lot, but don't worry, I'm here, and I'm going to help you. We just [Pause] need to take things slow. One step at a time, so to speak. Sorry for letting you sleep on the floor, but your skin felt so cold I thought having you closer to the fire would be good. I swear I have a bed for you.

[After a few more walking steps, they stop]

Dahlia/Dorian: I've been warming bath water all morning. It's a good thing I woke up and couldn't fall back asleep! Or you probably wouldn't have a nice warm bath waiting for you! [Soft chuckle] Unlike that one time in that little tavern! The way you acted, you would have thought a frost nymph was hiding in your bath water; you particularly begged me to light a fire around the tub with you still inside! Remember- [Cut off, clearing their throat, less cheerful tone] No. That look in your eyes tells me you don't remember.

[Fabric rustling as Dahlia/Dorian undress Listener]

Dahlia/Dorian: These rags aren't even fit to feed a fire. Right, the shirt is off, now- Here, put your hands on my shoulder. Pull this leg out, and then that one. Great. Now, do you think you can get in the tub by yourself? 

[Listener steps into the bath]

Dahlia/Dorian: Good, good, just take it slow, and don't worry, I'm right here-

[Listener collapses into the water with a splash. Muffled underwater.]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Muffled, Panicked] Sparrow!!

[Dahlia/Dorian pulls Listener back to the surface ]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Panicked] Are you okay? Are you- [Calm breath, exasperated chuckle] You're okay…[Sigh] Remember, I told you to take things slow.

[Dahlia/Dorian start to clean Listener, cloth scrubbing skin sound effect]

Dahlia/Dorian : Is the water too hot?

[Lisinter speaks]

Dahlia/Dorian: It feels warm? Good! At least you still have feelings; just let me know if I'm scrubbing too hard, okay?

Dahlia/Dorian: [To themselves] These rotten parts of the skin, I'll have to keep an eye on them, make sure they heal [Pause] The wounds on your back, they run so deep-

[Listener speaks]

Dahlia/Dorian: O-oh, why did I call you Sparrow? Well, that was the name the Mages of The Ivory Gate gave you. The Sparrow of Thistle. You were a summoner. One [Pause] One of the greatest summoners to walk the Four Realms. And I should know, I was one of your summons. Sparrow was the only name I knew you by. Due to the law of a summons contract, I couldn't know your true name.

[Some water splashes]

Dahlia/Dorian: Now, close your eyes. I'm going to wash your hair, and I don't want soap to get into them.

[Hair scrubbing]

Dahlia/Dorian: Your hair has gotten longer than the last I saw you … I can cut it if you like.

[Listener speaks]

Dahlia/Dorian: N-no, [Emphasis] I don't want your hair shorter; the choice is yours, remember? I'm not your master, and you are not my thrall. You're my friend, and I'm looking after you.

[Hair scrubbing, water splashing]

Dahlia/Dorian: Hold your breath for just a moment; I'm going to lay you back into the water to get the soap out. Okay? [Pause] Okay, ready?

[Listener goes underwater, Muffled water sound ambiance. The Listener is then pulled back up]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Slight laugh] See! That wasn't so bad. To your feet now, let's dry you off and get dressed. I have breakfast waiting for you, too.

[Listener says they are hungry]

Dahlia/Dorian: You're hungry? [Sarcastically] I can't think why! [Pause] But… I'm happy to hear that; it means you still have your human needs.

[Towel drying sounds]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Slight chuckle]

[Lisinter asks what's wrong]  

Dahlia/Dorian: Oh! Nothing! It's just your hair is so [Pause] Poofy now. Don't worry, I'll brush it later.

[Fabric sounds]

Dahlia/Dorian: Here, do you think you can dress yourself?

[Listener nods. Clothes rustling noise]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Witnessing Listener put the clothes on wrong. Trying to hold back laughter] Uhh..uhm, I don't think that arm- [Cut off] Ho-hold on! Wait, before you fall!

[Fabric sounds stop]

Dahlia/Dorian: Well…at least you got it on, but, uhm, that shirt is backward. Here, let me.

[Soft fabric sounds as the shirt is fixed]

[Listener speaks]

Dahlia/Dorian: I'm glad to hear so; the fabric is made from drider thread, softer than silk but stronger than metal armor, and all light as a dove's feather. [Paused] There, cleaned and dressed, now: we get to eat. Here, I'll guide you like before.

[Footsteps on the wooden floor, chair being pulled out]

Dahlia/Dorian: Have a seat.

[Chair is pushed back in. Footsteps walking away, filling a bowl from a pot. Footsteps walking back, setting the bowl down on the table. Dahlia/Dorian sit down]

Dahlia/Dorian: Well, go on~ I know it's only oatmeal, but I made sure to add some berries and milk to it. Shouldn't be too hot. [A little concerned] What's wrong? Didn't you say you were hungry?

[Pause]

Dahlia/Dorian: Oh, I understand now. You don't remember how to eat. [Under their breath] This is going to be a little more complicated than I thought. It's like…raising a child. [Deep breath] No matter, this is my responsibility, and if this is the Gods way of punishing me, then I should count myself lucky…I deserve far worse.

[Lisinter repeats the word "Punishment"]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Pulled from thoughts] Uh? Oh. No, no, nothing for you to be concerned about. Here, let's get some food in your belly.

[Wooden spoon scraping in a wooden bowl]  

Dahlia/Dorian: Open your mouth [Pause] And then close it. [Slight laugh] Yes, around the spoon, and keep it closed until the spoon is out. Okay? [A little bit of a struggle] Uhh, try not to press so hard around the spoon [Pause] There! Now chew the food before swallowing.

[Muffled chewing]

Dahlia/Dorian: Ready for another bite? 

[Wooden bowl scraping]

Dahlia/Dorian: Say ahhh

[Muffled chewing]

Dahlia/Dorian: You keep looking at me; it's the horns, isn't it.

[Listener speaks]

Dahlia/Dorian: I shouldn't expect you to remember much of your life, let alone remember that I'm a demon [Pause]. Here, do you think you can do it on your own, Sparrow? [Pause] That's it. Wrap your fingers around the spoon and just do what I did.

[Wooden spoon scraping on wooden bowl, Muffled chewing noise]

Dahlia/Dorian: Good, very Good. And while you finish up your breakfast, I'll brush your hair out.

[Chair pulling out, footsteps walking away, then walking back. Brush going through hair. Just that sound effect for a while]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Slightly nervous] I would very much like to tell you about our past. Would that be okay? I-I don't want to overwhelm you, though.

[Listener agrees]

Dahlia/Dorian: Okay [Deep Breath] From what you told me, you were orphaned by the Great Plague when you were very young. You called yourself a [Cut off]

[Lisinter says "Street Rat"]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Presently surprised] Y-Yes, Street Rat. You told me you used to raise a little hell when you were younger. I would never believe you when you told me. I couldn't even imagine someone as lawful as you would think of tripping a little old lady just to snatch a few coins. [Pause] What else can you remember?

[Listener speaks]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Thinking it over] Big beards….Big beards [Realization] OH! You must be remembering the Archmages of the Ivory Gate. One of them had a vision of you and your magical potential and personally brought you to the Academy themselves. It was unheard of that one from such a lesser status would be brought to learn such advanced Magic. The Archmages had high hopes for you, but I doubt not even they could foresee just how masterful you became. Rune spellwork and Elemental are things all Mages must learn, but to become a Summoner? That is a feat. [Excited], and you become the greatest that ever walked this Earth. You didn't even have to read out the spell of the contract to pull beings out of the pocket realm. You just [Pause] did. It came to you as easy as flipping a page of a book. You broke the Fox of Winterthur's record, you know. He could only summon a mere three; you could do six. 

[Listener speaks]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Soft chuckle] Magic has many laws. A contract can't trap things with a powerful soul or strong mind. So oftentimes, summoners resort to using animals, trolls, or even goblins. Anything with a weak mind. Or beings with no soul, like elemental spirits and, of course, demons. Preferably lesser demons. Once captured, they are bound to a spell scroll known as a contract. When not summoned, their body and mind are frozen in a pocket realm. To be a Summoner, you must be able to merge your soul and mind with one another to both bring them out of this realm and control them.

[Lisinter speaks]

Dahlia/Dorian: Yes, my contract was destroyed. You did it yourself…just as you promised me. I was born a lesser demon. I was captured in a contract over 100 years. Nearly my entire childhood. I had many master's before you. [Pause] When you summoned me for the first time, I thought it was for a battle, but do you remember the first words you ever spoke to me?

[Listener says no, hair brushing stops]

Dahlia/Dorian: [A little sad] "Hello, it's nice to meet you." [Pause] You kept me around even after battles. You treated me like I was one of the fellowship.

[Listener speaks]

Dahlia/Dorian: [A little confused] What are you saying- [Realization, softly] Their names [Louder] You remember their names. Seth, Ava, Gent, and you were part of the fellowship that led to the end of the Demon Lord. 

[Listener speaks]

Dahlia/Dorian: Yes, I was there too. We fought side by side against the Demon Lord [Pause] , But it was you who dealt the final blow; it was you who ended Hell's War. But [Pause, slightly hesitant] but that was a lifetime ago, and [Unsure what to say, clear throat] Sparrow, there's something I need to tell you. There was another war; it's been over now for a few years, but [Pause] Mankind has fallen. Seth, Ava, and Gent fell one by one during the battles. And you died. [Stumbling with their words] You were…captured and…and I-I couldn't get to you in time, and when I saw your body, I-

[Lisinter starts to freak out, repeating the word "Dead"]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Trying to calm them down] Hey, hey, Sparrow, Shhshh! Look at me. Sparrow, look at me, please! [Pause] Yes, Yes, I know, you died. They died. And the world you knew along with them. But look at me. I brought you back, and you're safe now. I swear to you that you are safe. I'm going to look after you from now on, and I will never let anyone touch you ever again. I swear it.

[Pause]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Deep breath] I think some fresh air might do us some good, yeah? Here, let's go to the garden. 

[Chair pulled out, slow footsteps, door opening. Spring forest ambiance, footsteps on grass]

Dahlia/Dorian: Just sit down here. [Pause] Yeah, I made sure to plant your favorite herbs. You used to carry around magical vials that helped different herbs grow. You couldn't go a few steps without your little travel garden. Never knew when Ava's cooking needed a spice or when you needed to patch me up again [Weary chuckle]

[Lisinter speaks]

Dahlia/Dorian: Yeah, it is calm out here. And you can stay out here all day if you want. And I can reach how to take care of the plants and- [Cut off]

[Lisinter asks what's wrong]

Dahlia/Dorian: No-nothing, it's just- [Pause] You stay right here; I just need to [Trailing off] Need to deal with something. 

[Dahlia/Dorian walks back into a house. Crow cawing and flapping its wing]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Annoyed] Tsk. That spell circle was meant to keep nuisances like you out!

[Crow angry cawing]

Dahlia/Dorian: Yes! Yes! I see the letter, thank you!

[Crow caws, flapping wings, and flies away. Envelope ripped open, paper unfolding]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Pause, emotionless] So, the council requests my presence.

[Pause, then the letter is ignited]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Angry] To hell with them and their petty politics! I gave them strict orders to NEVER disturb me when I'm here. They think they can summon me like- [Trying to calm themselves down] This is more important. They. Are more important.

The End

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[AA4A] Rescuing Your Snarky Vampire [Urban Fantasy] [Vampire Speaker] [Hunter Listener] [Frenemies to ???] [Slow Burn] [Multiple Speakers] [Part 2] [CW: depictions of violence and injury]

Wow I was really not expecting this part to be so long. But hey, I had a lot to cover in this one. This is the second part of a series, I'll link the first part below. And if any VAs are looking for a series with shorter parts to fill, check out my 'What Befalls Fate' series (it's set in the same universe). As for the multiple speakers tag, I tried my best to not have the two speakers too much in the same conversation so this should still be doable for one VA. Enjoy!

[Part 1]

Narration Key

{...} = Pause for Listener response for about 2-3 seconds

{—} = Pause for Listener response for about 5-6 seconds

[Insert text] = Tone indicators, narration cues, descriptions to help with clarity (not to be narrated) and sound effects (which are optional but may help convey actions)

“Insert text” = Dialogue

Usage

Feel free to use this script monetized or not, just be sure to credit me if this script is used. Please, however, keep this audio as “4A”. Gender of the speaker can be changed but the gender of the listener must be kept as “anybody” if you wish to use this script. Thanks! :)

Characters

Athol: A vampire who’s been travelling with the Listener for around a year. They’re teasing, very good at complaining and very bad at opening up about their feelings. They have very loose and flexible morals and spent some years as a high priority target for the Hunters Association. They’ve been travelling with the Listener for some months now but tend to argue over their difference in morals quite a bit, putting a strain on what could be a friendship.

Listener (AKA Hunter): A Hunter-For-Hire travelling between the regional towns looking for work. As there's minimal support when it comes to magic outside of the walled cities aside from the Hunters Association, they think it’s their duty to aid those they can. They hold very little respect for the Hunters Association but were very close to graduating from the Association’s trainee program.

Motel Owner: Their family has lived in Lake Stine for generations. They’d do anything to keep their town safe and prosperous.

Setting

Lake Stine, a country town built upon a slowly-drying-up river.

Context

Athol and the Listener have arrived in Lake Stine hunting a rogue shifter and begin their investigations around the small township.

CONTENT WARNING: depictions and descriptions of violence and injury.

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Script

[The clamour of a relatively busy cafe (for a small town) buzzes in the background. Athol and Listener are seated in the back of Lake Stine’s one and only cafe. New Orleans R&B croons quietly as background music]

Athol: [Grumpily] “‘The room will be ready in the early afternoon.’ Ugh. Get real. As if anyone stops long enough in this dingy old town to leave a mess.”

{...}

Athol: “That’s true. Well they’d better hope none of their staff have any allergies cause I’d be willing to bet good money they’re cleaning a century's worth of dust build up.”

[Shoes on wooden flooring as one of the waitstaff approaches]

Athol: [To the waitstaff] “Huh? Oh, no. I’m fine for now… Oh, them?”

{...}

Athol: “More caffeine? Seriously? Especially after what just happened this morning?”

{—}

Athol: “Yeah. That’s what I thought. [Back to the waitstaff] That’ll be all, thanks.”

[Waitstaff leaves]

Athol: “I’m seriously convinced you’d live off nothing but caffeine if it wouldn’t send your body into catatonic shock.”

{...}

Athol: “That’s one of the most unconvincing arguments I’ve heard from you yet, Hunter. Those foul energy drinks finally getting to you? Maybe this is my chance to free myself from all that garbage you’ve got crammed in that rusty excuse you call a car.” 

{...}

Athol: “Yeah, yeah. I heard you the first fifty times. It’s your pride and joy… which isn’t saying much.”

[Thunk as Listener kicks Athol under the table]

Athol: “Ouch! Alright! Alright! God, you’re more defensive over that car than your own damn life.”

[Shoes on floor again. Cup and saucer set down on the table]

Athol: [Distracted, to waitsaff] “Thanks.”

[Shoes fade again]

Athol: “Did you get anything useful from the information centre? That ridiculously overstuffed bag isn’t exactly filling me with hope.”

{...}

Athol: “I’ll believe everything’s useful when it proves its use, thanks.” 

{—}

Athol: “You may as well hand some over. The quicker we do this, the faster we can get out of this snooze-fest of a town.”

[Shuffling of papers as Listener and Athol comb through what Listener retrieved]

Athol: “A brochure from a hunter’s club? I’m pretty sure their game’s a little different to yours, Hunter.”

{—}

Athol: “That’s… not an entirely terrible idea. If they’ve seen abnormal wildlife, it would certainly get the grapevine buzzing. And judging by some of these photos, I’d say a solid percentage of this town is part of the club.”

{...}

Athol: “If there’s one thing that spreads quick, it’s small town gossip.”

[More shuffling papers as the search continues]

Athol: “Good lord. How many newspapers can one town produce? How far back do these date?”

{...}

Athol: “We only started this hunt two weeks ago. How does a tiny town like this drum up the funds for a daily newspaper cycle?”

{...}

Athol: “A dedicated reader base is still a small reader base.”

{—}

Athol: “Boats being torn up? There’s no way in hell the shifter we’re chasing is marine. The last three towns we were in were miles away from anything bigger than a puddle. It was probably just some bad weather.”

{—}

Athol: “I don’t know if a dented mailbox counts as a clue. For all we know it could’ve just been some dumb kids drunk on the high of getting a driver's license.”

[Pause as both Listener and Athol continue reading]

Athol: “Here. What about this?”

{...}

Athol: “And what, your dented mailbox theory is any better?”

{...}

Athol: “Just because it’s by the water doesn’t mean the shifter necessarily has to swim.The fisherman’s boats didn’t make sense because the damage was all in the hull. They’re docked in a private boat yard you’d only be able to access through the water and in freak weather like that anything that wasn’t a marine animal would’ve a hell of a time trying to navigate those waters. But here, look at this, there’s no way in hell all that damage to this hut was from the same weather event. That has to be claw marks on the right side.”

{...}

Athol: “Exactly. Using a storm like that for cover means a quick getaway too.”

{—}

Athol: “Well, if this hunting gig has taught me anything it’s that we should cover all our bases. Like I said before, small town gossip travels quick so asking around is our best bet.” 

{—}

Athol: “Sounds like a good place to start. Even if the motel owner doesn’t know anything, it’s around time we check in so it won’t be a total waste of time.”

[Squeak of chairs against flooring as the Listener and Athol stand up]

Athol: [Teasing] “Leaving without paying, Hunter? I didn’t think you had it in you.”

{...}

Athol: “Uhuh, you were ‘getting to it.’ Sure.”

[Scene fades out into the local motel. A bell rings as the door opens and Listener and Athol enter. An old radio crackles but doesn’t spout anything legible. The Motel Owner is polite, warm and friendly with a country accent]

Motel Owner: “Good afternoon. How can I help you two today?”

{—}

Motel Owner: “I see you’ve been readin’ up on the local paper. You must be the ‘leather wearin’ hero’ Bessie helped out at the information centre. We don’t get folks from the Hunter’s Association out here very often. Lake Stine likes to handle its own issues. No offence, of course. I’m sure the Association does good work but we find keepin’ it local is better for business.”

{...}

Motel Owner: “Not with the Association, huh? Coulda sworn you were a Hunter. I saw some of the kit you’ve got in that mighty car of yours when you pulled into my parking lot.”

Athol: [Quietly, only to the Listener] “Told you we should’ve ditched that stuff.”

{—}

Motel Owner: “A Hunter-for-Hire? Well I always do like to support independent businesses. So, how can I help you today?”

{...}

Motel Owner: “Old Hank’s fisherman hut? Yeah, she took quite a beatin’ during the storm that just swept in. Hell of a howler that was. Old Hank hopped town after that. Bessie thinks he musta driven out as soon as it gave way, none of us saw him leavin’ after all. Not that I blame ‘im. Fish just isn’t that popular ‘round here anymore. Guess you could say we’ve developed a taste for heartier game.”

{—}

Motel Owner: “That’s right. The other fisher-folk left soon after Old Hank. With their boats torn up like that they thought they’d try their luck elsewhere. Real pity that was. Most of their families moved ‘ere when mine did. A shame. No loyalty to their hometown.”

{—}

Motel Owner: “Ah. Missus Mable’s mailbox. Yeah, the little stinkers who caused that were caught real quick. Missus Mable was in a right state so the gents from the hunters club banded together to find ‘em. They were real apologetic after, and as the soft-hearted lady she is, Missus Mable let ‘em off easy. Not personally the path I’d go down but to each their own. She got ‘em to fix the busted box and they were off the hook.”

{—}

Motel Owner: “I guess you could say I’m familiar with the folks ‘round here. My family’s lived ‘ere for just about two centuries now and we don’t got no plans of leavin’ any time soon. I try to give back where I can, so I like to hear the local’s stories. Always makes ‘em happy to have a ear listenin’ out. Helps too that my older brother is the mayor of this old town.”

Athol: “You two must put a lot of effort into this town then.”

Motel Owner: “We do what we can.”

{—}

Motel Owner: “Now that’s a club that’s gotten real popular as of late! Old Hank was real sour after the fishin’ club regulars started turnin’ towards Micheal’s hunting club. But with the old lake dryin’ up more year after year, I guess a lotta folks wanted to turn to greener pastures. I don’t have a personal interest in any of that, it’s better for my state of mind. But I’m sure Micheal down at the pub would be more than willin’ to chat. He’s always lookin’ for new members.”

{—}

Motel Owner: “What makes you say that?”

{—}

Motel Owner: “Yeah, I have heard about that. A couple passin’ through yesterday brought it up. They were real concerned about those maulings but I reassured them that no trouble would dare bring itself to Lake Stine.”

{...}

Motel Owner: “A shifter, huh? Well I suppose towns like these attract all sorts of unwelcome folk. They think just cause the walled cities won’t have nothin’ to do with us, that they can just throw their weight around. ‘Course most towns like this rely on the Hunters Association but we haven’t had to make a call out in three decades now. Guess we just got more resources.”

{—}

Motel Owner: “Lake Stine’s treated her townsfolk well. The loyal ones, anyway.”

{—}

Motel Owner: “I’d be devastated if that was the case. But I don’t think it’s likely. Old Hank was a pretty big chap, all that manual labour’s gotta leave some mark. After his old garage’s legs gave way and just about fell into the river, the local repair shop offered to hang on to his car ‘til he figured somethin’ else out. Sheila was chekin’ stock before opening right after the storm and noticed his car was missin’ as soon as she arrived.”

{...}

Motel Owner: “Nah. We’ve been mostly occupied lendin’ a hand with the residents who stuck around.”

{—}

Motel Owner: “Ah, so you’ve booked a room here? How long you plannin’ on staying?” 

{...}

Motel Owner: “Fair enough. Everybody’s gotta work hard to get anywhere these days. Now which room was it?”

Athol: “Room 105.”

Motel Owner: [Amused] “You must be the ‘alluring stranger’ my wife mentioned!”

Athol: “I’m flattered.”

Motel Owner: “Well, your room should be all set up by now. Feel free to ring reception between 8 and 6 if you need anything.”

Athol: “Thanks.”

[Footsteps on carpet as Athol and Listener head for their room. Scene change as Athol throws their bags down onto one of the two beds]

Athol: “Finally. If I had to be stuck in these three-day-old clothes for one more hour I would’ve lost it. Truly, I’ve never met newer lows than I have travelling with you, Hunter.”

{—}

Athol: “Yes, being stuck in sweaty, dusty clothes is a newer low than draining some random. Not that you’d know. I’m half convinced that leather jacket is melded to you. Are you sure you don’t wear that to sleep? Sneak out of bed once you’re sure I’m asleep and slip it on? It would give you a reason to always be awake before I am.”

{...}

Athol: “I am the pinnacle of humour.” 

{...}

Athol: “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Hunter. But anyways, what did you think of old country hospitality over there?”

{—} 

Athol: “Yeah. Don’t know if I believe that ‘Old Hank’ left right after his hut collapsed. We were only on the edges of that strom and you could barely drive. You’ve driven to hell and back in that old rust bucket so, as much as I hate to admit it, it wasn’t your driving capabilities that were the problem.”

{...}

Athol: “Uhuh. Remember that time you chased me all the way to that mountain village and ended up having to drive through almost three feet of snow? I swore that was the time I’d finally shake you off my tail but here we are, huh?”

{—}

Athol: “But yeah, no way in hell anyone could’ve driven in weather like that. Still… the missing car is a bit odd.”

{...}

Athol: “Exactly. If we can check out the damage, we should get a better idea of what happened.”

{—}

Athol: “So many people to interview and so little time.”

{...}

Athol: “We’ve split up plenty, Hunter. This isn’t exactly new information.”

{...}

Athol: “Speaking of new information though… what do you think about that… thing we almost hit.”

{...}

Athol: [Annoyed] “Well I couldn’t exactly tell what the hell it was so you’ll have to settle with ‘thing’ for now.”

{...}

Athol: “I’d say whatever it was, there’s a pretty high likelihood that it’s what we’re hunting.”

{...}

Athol: “Exactly. The storm slowing it down means that we’ve been given time to catch up. And if it's been in its shifted form for as long as you think it has, the animal instincts that took over probably got hellishly disoriented in that storm. Though, if it didn’t before, it definitely knows that we’re on its tail now.”

{—}

Athol: [Cocky] “Worried? Me? Please. If I can handle you tracking me for almost a year, I can handle some no-brained mutt.”

{...}

Athol: “Alright. Well, while you rub those depressingly minimal brain cells together to figure out how you’re going to occupy yourself until the sun goes down, I’m going to take a shower.”

[A bag unzips and clothes shuffle around as Athol rummages around for fresh clothes and a towel. Improv muttering to themself. Footsteps on carpet before a door opens and closes. Muffled squeak of a rusty shower handle being turned. Wait a few beats.]

Athol: [Muffled, loudly.] “You’ve gotta be shitting me!”

[Door opens and slams shut.]

Athol: [Angrily] “Of course an arse-backwards town like this can’t handle having working water in its only motel.”

{—}

Athol: “No. It’s fine. Don’t bother. If I get desperate I’ll go find the owner myself. Hopefully I won’t have to and the water will be back on after I’ve gotten some actual sleep.”

{—}

Athol: “Well, say hi to Micheal down at the pub for me then. Nothing much I can do ‘till the sun goes down, but I can take a look over at ‘Old Hank’s’ hut while you rest up tonight.” 

{...}

Athol: “Try not to intimidate too many residents into answering, will you?”

[Room door opens and closes as Listener leaves. Wait a few beats before the bell above the motel’s door tinkles as the Listener returns. Listener has returned from speaking to Micheal]

Motel Owner: “Well hi there. I hope your chat with Micheal was productive.”

{...}

Motel Owner: “Zachary’s an old friend of mine and likes to let me know his appreciation when one of my customers visits his pop’s pub.” 

{...}

Motel Owner: “We all try to support each other in our own ways, ‘round here. Keeps us happy and safe.” 

{...}

 Motel Owner: “Yeah. Safe. We don’t get lots of issues this far out but keeping an eye on a neighbour or two doesn’t hurt. It’s how we made sure Missus Mable’s power didn’t go out during that storm.”

{—}

Motel Owner: “I noticed that 20 minutes after I checked you folks in. The plumbing should be fixed by now, I made sure of it.”

{...}

Motel Owner: “Oh yeah, me and the missus do everything ourselves. We don’t get a lot ‘a support but it keeps us busy and happy.”

{...}

Motel Owner: “That’s right, plumbing, electricity, security, I do it all. My missus takes care of the cooking and cleaning. She really does keep the cogs turnin’ in this old place.”

{—}

Motel Owner: “Ah, we get a few folks who’ve had a little too much to drink sometimes. I just make sure they get to their rooms alright. Don’t really need security in a quiet town like this.” 

{—}

Motel Owner: “No, I’m not much help when it comes to any magical issues. We’ve got the priest up the road, and if it gets real hairy the hunters club can sort it out.” 

{...}

Motel Owner: “Yeah, Father Markus did visit recently. How could you tell?”

{—}

Motel Owner: “Ah, well I suppose it makes sense you Hunters are trained to pick up even that sort of magic. Especially with that inadvisable travel buddy you’ve got.”

{...}

[The atmosphere shifts to something more tense]

Motel Owner: “I don’t mean nothin’ by it. It’s just not everyday folks like us travel with… leeches.”

{...}

Motel Owner: “I was pretty damn obvious. Even little Johnny would’ve been able to sus your vampire out. What with the red eyes and the aversion to the outside. Although I’m sure your pal isn’t adverse to the great outdoors once the sun sets. Probably isn’t adverse enough.”

{...}

Motel Owner: “I know vampires can’t actually be killed by the sun. Gives ‘em a hell of a rash though. And I know I’m not the only one who feels a little better knowin’ they can’t be at the height of their power under the sun.”

{—}

Motel Owner: “I’m a good listener. Some of you Hunters have real loose tongues once the alcohol gets flowing.”

{...}

Motel Owner: “Don’t think much of it. My missus’ll get any messes cleaned up in no time. It was just the hunter’s club payin’ me a visit. They like to keep me company when the days are slow.”

{...}

Motel Owner: [Sternly, all appearances of friendliness gone] “I think it’d be best if you didn’t take a closer look, Hunter.”

{—}

Motel Owner: “Those are some mighty accusations. I didn’t touch your pet leech.”

{...}

Motel Owner: “I’d suggest you calm down. I don’t wanna have to get the gents from the hunters club to solve this dispute. How about you just go along your merry way and I’ll forget you even passed through this town? We’ll even call the disposal of that blood sucker a favour, from one problem-solver to another.”

[Listener grabs the Motel Owner by the collar and slams the Motel Owner into the wall, pinning them in place. The Motel Owner swears, colourfully]

Motel Owner: “Get off me you crazy—”

[A bang as the Listener lifts the Motel Owner off the wall and slams them into it again]

Motel Owner: [Panicked, quickly] “Alright! Alright! I switched out the rain tank’s water with holy water when you were out! Once we were sure they were hurt enough we went in and made sure the deal was done with a few silver bullets.”

{—}

Motel Owner: “By Old Hank’s hut! I got some of the boys to drag them out and dump ‘em in the lake!”

{...}

Motel Owner: “We’re desperate alright! Everybody on this side of the country knows Lake Stine is dryin’ up! Mother Nature was clearly punishin’ us for letting those magic corrupted folk run around like they owned the place after the walled cities opened up! We were just givin’ back to her!”

[Thump as Listener drops the Motel Owner, who crumbles in a heap on the floor. Rushed footsteps as the Listener runs out and the bell above the door rings again.]

Motel Owner: [Trembling] “Crazy bastard.”

[Scene changes as the Listener runs to the lake’s shore. Rain comes down hard and fast and the wind howls loudly. Gravel and sand crunches under the Listener’s boots as they come to a stop. Shuffling of fabric before their jacket hits the ground as they fumble around taking their outer-layer of clothes off. After a few beats of clothes removal, the Listener dives into the water and begins to swim. General underwater noises for a few beats as the Listener searches before they resurface with Athol]

Athol: [Coughing, spluttering] “What’re you—?”

[Listener swims Athol and themself back to shore as Athol coughs and sucks in big breaths of air. Gravel sound effect as the Listener drags Athols body onto the shore]

Athol: [Strained] “Holy Mother Mary and all things saintly that hurts.”

{...}

Athol: [Obviously hurt, wheezing in breaths of air] “The bullets… Can’t let myself heal over them…”

{...}

Athol: “Silver doesn’t do much to vampires—” [Cut off as Athol coughs hard] “Won’t heal right if they don’t come out though.”

{—}

Athol: “No— don’t. You’ll hurt—” [Cut off again as Athol coughs]

[Athol continues to cough and generally groan in pain as the Listener digs out the bullets. The sound of hissing flesh due to heat/burning grows until the tinkling of metal hitting the floor signifying the Listener has gotten them out]

Athol: [coughs subsiding] “Your hands—”

{...}

Athol: “Found—” [coughing] “Found the missing car… sunken to the bottom of the lake…”

{...}

Athol: [Loopy from pain] “...drink…? What?”

[Listener presses their wrist to Athol’s lips. The rain slows down before fading entirely]

Athol: “What’re you…?”

[Athol breathes heavily for a few moments before biting the Listener. Athol takes a few deep gulps before they let go]

Athol: “That’s… enough… need to rest.”

[Listener picks Athol up and walks along the gravel to the car. Improv generally pained noises and laboured breathing that gradually evens out. The car door opens and the Listener sets Athol down in the passenger seat.]

Athol: [Hissing in pain] “Careful.”

[Seatbelt slides out and clicks into place. Athol’s door closes. Listener’s door opens. Car starts and begins driving down the road]

End

[simplynims]

I wanted to test out voice acting a lil bit so I'm posting it here! WARNING!! There is some semi loud noises in it and references to a gun the listener has, enjoy!

Both art and script were created by me.

[harveyhawkscripts]

[A4A] A Strange Library [Librarian Speaker] [Mini Script] [Youtube Short Length] [12 Days of Scriptmas]

Google Doc

Usage:

- Okay for monetization

- Please credit me as Harvey Hawk :)

- Tweaks, improv, and pronoun changes are okay! Just please do not rewrite the script completely.

Synopsis: The listener wanders into a strange library. The speaker, the librarian, explains that the library only has books that “drop in” from other dimensions. 

Key:

[SFX and Action]

Break - Listener response

(...) Longer pause

(Voice instruction)

Word Count: 204

—

LIBRARIAN

Oh! Welcome! Please, come in from the rain. I didn’t expect anyone today on account of the storm. Is there anything I can help you find?

I’m afraid we don’t have that one. This library is a bit different, you see. You won’t find mainstream titles on our shelves.

Why, because I exclusively shelve books from other dimensions!

It’s true. Sometimes objects just… fall through time and space. Sort of like when you drop something between the couch cushions. I’ve made it my job to collect every lost book I find and offer it up at my library. You don’t know how many patrons I’ve had come in looking for a book they thought they’d dreamt up, only to find it on my shelves.

Not at all! Look around and you’re bound to find something familiar. I guarantee it.

(…)

So? Did you find something that piqued your interest?

The Music Box Maker and the Light Keeper? Ah, excellent choice!

What do you mean you can’t believe it’s real? You’re holding it in your hands, aren’t you?

You say you read it as a child but could never find it? Well, consider it found!

Amazing, isn’t it? So, shall I cut you a card?

[des2dream]

Daydreaming Mini Immersive Scripting #2

Hi, there! Here's an excerpt of |A4A| Comfort ( & maybe Friends to Lovers?) I wrote that can be useful for audios! Enjoy!

[schmoltingz]

[A4A][Fantasy][Comfort][Injured Listener][Mage Speaker][Healing][Battle Aftermath] — "Let Me Handle That Wound, You Stubborn Fool."

Hi! This is my first ever script 💖 I really hope you enjoy it!

If you'd like to use or record it, please credit me and tag and comment/message on my Tumblr (@schmoltingz /  schmoltingz.tumblr.com) and Reddit (u/schmoltingz) so I can check it out

🔮 Summary: The mage scolds the listener for tending to a serious wound alone and insists on helping — revealing concern and respect for the listener's bravery.

ok for monetization just please credit me

[yumeasmrscript]

[A4A] Your Dominant Partner Ends the Scene for you [Aftercare] [Safeword] [Soothing] [Dom speaker] [Sub listener] [Sub has a freeze response] [Reassuring] [Slightly spicy at the beginning] [Cuddling] [Kissing] [Comfort]

Sooo I’m back with a new script, which I personally haven’t found a lot around, so I wanted to give it a try. You are free to monetize with the script and paywall, just please credit me and provide me a copy if you do! You can edit anything related to gender for speaker/listener, and any sfx to your liking, and since English is not my first language, also feel free to fix anything that sounds weird, and you can make edits to personalize the script a little bit too, if you want, as long as characters and story stay the same. With that said, I hope you will like it!

Please remember to always communicate with your partner when something makes you uncomfortable in any way, trust is the most important thing, especially when it comes to this kind of things. Stay safe <3

Summary: During playtime with your partner, you’re starting to feel too overwhelmed. You’re not sure why it’s happening, but you can sense fear growing stronger, to the point that everything feels numb and distant, you’re only focused on that crippling anxiety. And while your mind screams that you need to stop, your whole body freeze, and you’re unable to use your safeword. Luckily for you, your partner notice it, says the safeword for you, and slowly helps you get back to reality.

[Actions/Moods] Emphasis on words

_______________________________

[Panting]

[Soft dom tone for the first part] Aren’t you the cutest? Even when you get your punishment for that bratty behavior of yours, you still look like an adorable mess…

I guess you’ll think twice now before disobeying me again, right, pet?

Or probably you’ll just keep doing that, because that’s who you are inside, am I wrong? You enjoy getting punished and seeing me angry [chuckle]. I don’t really mind, though, it’s pretty fun showing you every time that you can’t win against me. It’s truly satisfying putting you back in your place.

[Speaker’s voice gets slightly muffled to listener’s ears, as their anxiety grows, from now on]

[Less soft tone] I wonder, though, if you actually learned your lesson. How many times have I told you that you need to look at me in the eyes when I talk to you? And still, the floor looks more interesting than me to you.

[Kind of amused] I admit, though, it’s brave of you to challenge me once again right after you got punished, you little brat.

[Small pause, foosteps of Speaker circling the Listener until they’re in front of them]

Do you really crave it this much? Could it be you enjoy it more than you should? Hmm?

[Playfully dom] Why don’t you ask nicely to get punished again, kitten? If you do, I might give you what your rebellious heart desire the most...

[Silence]

Come on, pet, I’m waiting.

[Silence]

[Playfully annoyed] And you’re still not looking at me…. Does it embarrass you that much to beg for your punishment?

[Silence]

[The dom tone ends here, turning into a more soft and worried tone] ...Wait, honey, do you need to slow down a little bit? Do you want to use your safeword? You look… distressed. You’re not responding at all. Are you okay?

[Silence]

Hey, why are you not saying anything? Please, at least look at me. We can end this if you need, you’re making me worried...

[Silence]

[Regretful, still worried] Say something... I can clearly see you’re not enjoying this like you always do. Your body is stiff and trembling, and it looks like you’re holding your breath too. Can’t you tell me what’s wrong? I need you to be honest with me when you’re not okay with what we do. I need to trust you and you have to trust me too.

[Silence, speaker’s voice get a little bit more muffled]

[More worried] ...Hey, Are you still with me? Do you remember what our safeword is?

[Silence]

Please honey, at least nod if you’re following anything that I’m saying!

[Silence]

[Sigh] Okay, that’s it. If you can’t do that either, we’re definitely not going any further for tonight. Red.

[The muffled speaker’s voice returns to normal]

[Gentle] Sweetheart, can you focus on me? I used the safeword. And I’ll say it again if you need to hear it one more time. Red. You’re not going through this anymore for today, okay?

[Relieved, sigh] You’re nodding now, I’m glad. I was so worried, baby, seeing you like that… You’re safe with me, I want you to always remember that. I want you to remember that, whatever we do when we play these roles, I always care about you. You and your well being are my top priority, and I would never, ever hurt you, not in a way that you don’t want me to.

[Quietly, still gentle] Can I hold you for a moment? Just… nod or shake your head for now, you don’t need to talk if you can’t.

Of course honey, I will wait if you need a second. I’ll get you out of these restraints in the meantime then, okay? We can cuddle afterwards, if you want. I don’t really want to leave you alone in the state you are now.

[Speaker removes restrains here, pause for a few seconds with just sfx of metal/fabric/stuff falling on the floor as they get removed]

[Softly] There, all done. I’ll get you some water, okay? And a blanket too. I’ll get them from our nightstand and closet, so I’m not going anywhere.

...Can I give you a kiss? You don’t need to raise your head or anything, I just want you to feel comfortable and safe with me.

[Small pause, Speaker gives the listener a kiss on the head]

Okay, I’ll get you all the things you need now.

[Footsteps, Speaker open the closet and gets the blanket, then pours water in a glass, and goes back to the Listener]

Here, take a few sips.

Don’t worry baby, I can hold the glass for you if you feel your hands unsteady.

[Small pause as Listener drinks]

Better now? I’ll set the glass nearby, in case you wanted more. And… here’s the blanket. Soft and warm. How are you feeling? Can I hold you now?

[Happy, still gentle] Oh, honey. You don’t know how relieved I am to look into your eyes again. Here, come closer, rest your head on my chest and let me hug you.

[Speaker hugs the listener and start stroking their hair and their back]

[Gentle and reassuring tone] You’re safe here, baby. You will always be safe with me.

And you’re loved. You know that, right? I care so much about you. I want to make sure that you still remember that. I was so scared… you’ve never reacted like that before. Did I do something that made you feel truly scared of me? Or that you couldn’t trust me? I need to know that honey, we can’t play like this if you’re not honest with me. I can’t do these things if you don’t tell me what’s going on in your mind.

I know that “you know”, it was just a reminder. What happened there?

[Pause, as Listener explains]

Okay, I understand. Your mind went blank, huh? So it’s not like you didn’t want to tell anything, more like you couldn’t. And I’m sorry you… felt that way. I probably should have been more careful and understanding the signals you sent, like when your eyes locked on the floor and you remained completely still whatever I said or did. That wasn’t normal and I should have realized it. I didn’t want you to feel like this, baby. But please, if you ever feel the first sign of something like this, even just a tiny bit of discomfort or fear that you don’t want, tell me. Tell me before we get to this point. Alright?

[Kisses]

I love you honey. Always remember that. You’re precious to me, and I don’t want you to ever feel hurt or abused by me. I want you to enjoy it with me, I’d never want to force you in any way to do something you wouldn’t like or wouldn’t feel up to do. I would totally understand and respect that.

[Soft chuckle] Of course, apology accepted. And I’m sorry too.

[Happy] Are you feeling better now, sweetie?

No, don’t feel guilty. Knowing you, I bet you probably wanted to endure it when you felt something wasn’t right, but I doubt you wanted to get to this point on purpose. And we both apologized, so there’s no need to feel guilty at all.

[Soft and reassuring] It’s okay, everything’s okay.

Just focus on the comfort of this moment, alright? Focus on the blanket that gently wraps you, on the beating heart in my chest, on my hand that gently stroke your head while the other one holds you close to me. Relax in this peaceful space we have all for ourselves.

[More kisses and soft stroking]

I’m not going anywhere, I won’t leave you alone. My arms will always be here to shelter you from everything and everyone. I will always, always, make sure that you’re safe.

[Pause]

Of course honey. [Kiss] If you feel like it, would you like to take a bath with me? I bet that would help you get warmer, I can still feel you trembling a little bit here. Or… maybe you’d like a snack, something warm to drink, and watch a movie instead?

[Chuckle, happy] No, it’s never “too late” to watch a movie. What’s the problem if you fall asleep in the meantime? Isn't it wonderful to fall asleep in your beloved's arms while your favorite movie lulls you to sleep? It’s supposed to help you relax, after all. And I’d say that tonight, my baby deserves the coziest night of all.

Alright, honey, we’ll leave the movie for another night. I’ll help you up, now okay? So we can take the bath together.

[Speaker stands up and help the listener]

Careful, baby. Your body went through a lot tonight, it’s normal that you feel weaker. But again, I’m here for you, so…

[The Speaker either carries the Listener in their arms, or wraps the Listener with their arms to help them walk]

...Isn’t this better? Now you really have to try hard if you want to fall down, when I hold you like this [Chuckle]. Come on now, let’s go.

[Footsteps, as they enter the bathroom. Sfx of water filling the tub]

Give me the blanket, hon. [Small pause] [Chuckle] Aww don’t pout like that.

Yes, I know you’re cold, but it’s just for a second.

[Listener gives the blanket to the Speaker]

You’re so good when you behave, you know that? [Chuckle] Come here, my baby deserve a kiss. [Kiss]

Is the water temperature good for you?

Okay, well then, let’s get inside.

[Both gets inside the bathtub]

[Relaxed] Aaah, this feels so, so good. Are you relaxing too?

I’m glad to hear that. Let’s just… stay like this for a little bit longer. I’ll help you clean yourself later, but for now… just lay on me, let me and the warm water hug you.

[Sweet] You did good tonight. Even if things didn’t go as expected at the end, you still did very, very good. You’ve been a good kitten for me, like you always are. You don’t know how much I appreciate you. And even when you look like a mess, you’re still gorgeous.

...And you are even more when you smile and blush like this when you hear those words [Chuckle].

[More strokes and soft breathing]

I truly treasure these moments with you, and I hope… you will always feel safe with me.

[dominimoonbeam]

Audio Script - A4A Car Crash Meet Cute

If we're not in peril, are we even trying to fall in love? I wrote this a while ago and would love to put it out there for audio artist to pick up if they're interested but I'm not really sure how to go about that, so we'll start here! <3

You're welcome to record this script but please give me credit and a link so I can listen too! And, you know, don't put it behind a paywall. But if you want to pay me to make you your own scripts, you're welcome to contact me. <3 <3

Audio artists be warned, I seem to make a lot of background sound notes. Good luck, brave creators! I believe in your sound magic! tags: car accident, minor injury, definitely could have died, meet cute in peril, older siblings friend

Car Crash Meet Cute

[cracking trees]

[muffled radio glitching]

[muffled engine running]

[rain patter]

[all sounds waving in and out before focusing]

[creaking trees as the car slides a little more]

[voice muffled from outside the door] Hey! Hey, can you hear me?

Are you awake? Can you hear me?

Don’t move! You’re going to be okay.

Hang on, I’m going to open the door slowly…

[door creaking open, wet forest sounds]

[breathing hard] Hang on, okay? Don’t move until I figure out… Shit…

Hm? No, I wasn’t in the car that hit you, but I saw it… When you went off the road and into the trees, I thought… Well, I thought you’d gone right off the mountain.

No, you’re not going off the edge. I’m getting you out, okay? It looks like these trees are holding the weight of the car but…

[creaking/snapping trees, radio cuts out]

I don’t think we can wait for help…

[creaking trees]

I’m going to reach in and undo your seatbelt, okay? I don’t want you to move yet.

[breathing close]

[seatbelt click]

[car groan]

[still close] Okay, I’m going to count to three and you’re going to hug me.

[laughs a little] Yeah, I climbed all the way down here just to trick you into hugging me. I’m going to count to three and then I’m pulling you out of the car, okay?

[car groan and trees crack]

Shhh, it’s okay. It’s okay.

One.

Two.

Three. [sharp inhale, pulling listener out of the wreck and falling to the side]

[tree snapping and car rolling off a cliff]

[heavy breathing, rain patter]

Are you okay? Yeah? [smiling]

Does anything feel broken?

That’s good. You’ve got a cut on your head there, but you look okay. Can you wiggle your arms?

And your feet?

Great. Can you stand?

Take it slow, I’ve got you. We’re not in a hurry anymore.

Don’t-Don’t look off the drop… [worried, listener realizing they almost died] Yeah, if you’d gone over… But you didn’t. You’re okay.

Hey. Look at me.

You’re okay.

Do you want… Is it okay if I hug you?

Yeah? Okay. [hugs] Deep breaths. You’re going to have a great story to tell when you get home tonight.

[laughs a little] Yeah, I’ll give you a ride. I’m not going to run all the way down here to pull you out of a car just to leave you by the side of the road when we climb back out.

Do you feel up to walking? Okay, but if anything starts hurting or you feel sick, let me know, okay? We’ll stop.

Yeah, I called for help on my way down but I lost connection and we’re almost at the top of the pass, I don’t know how long it’ll take for someone to get out here. When we get closer to the road, I can call again and find out, but you’re going to get cold if we wait around down here for help.

[laughs] Okay, you got me, I’ll get cold too.

[walking, foliage rustling and rain drops] Just straight up this way. Your car cleared us a path.

Saved you? No. I did what anyone would have done.

Okay, yeah, anyone but that asshole that knocked you off the road and then kept going…

No, I didn’t get the license plate, but I got the make and model. We’ll file reports when we get to the road. Don’t worry.

So, where were you headed?

Really? Looks like we live in the same town.

All your life?

Oh no… That means we have to know some of the same people. What was our name?

[laughs] Are you related to Alex? No! The notorious baby sibling?

Oh, you are definitely notorious… I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you. I mean, you’ve grown a lot. I think the last time I saw you, you were a freshman in high school.

Alex was painfully clear about none of us being allowed to even talk about you, let alone look at you. One of our friends said he thought he saw you at a café once and Alex sprayed him with a can of beer and kicked him out of the apartment for a week.

It doesn’t matter that it’s been years since high school. Alex is weirdly private about family stuff and super protective about you.

You really didn’t know?

But you knew about that bully you had freshman year, right? Yeah, that junior that kept pulling your hair and pushing you…

You thought he just stopped one day on his own?

Well, yeah, he apologized… After we threw him in the pool. Alex went on a fucking rampage that year to make sure everyone knew to leave you alone after we graduated out. You seriously didn’t know?

[laughs] That’s hilarious.

I wonder how much trouble I’ll get in for this… I mean, I am saving your life—

[half-joking] Oh, yeah, when I tell Alex this story, I’m definitely saying that I saved your life. Imminent peril. If I didn’t touch you, you would have died. That’s the only way I’m going to survive this too.

[losing their smile] Hey… Are you okay?

You’re shaking. The adrenaline is probably wearing off… Here, [clothing rustle] take my jacket.

You’re limping… Does your leg hurt?

Stop for a second. Let me get a look. I’m gonna touch your leg, okay? Tell me where it hurts.

[sympathetic hiss] Okay. I don’t think it’s broken…

No, you probably shouldn’t keep walking on it. We’re not too far from the road. How about I give you a piggyback?

[laughs a little] Yes, Alex will be pissed, but we’re way past that. I hugged you. I might be executed for my crimes.

What? [laughs harder] No, you’re not too heavy. Oh my god, come here.

[picks them up and starts walking again]

[far off siren]

Huh, looks like I don’t have to call again.

We’re almost there, hang on.

[smiling] You want my number? Oh man… you’re going to hate when I remind you about this but… you don’t seem to have your phone on you so I’m pretty sure it’s—

Yeah. With the car. Gone. Definitely gone.

[sirens closer, rain patter on the road] We made it.

No, I’m not going to leave you here to wait for the emergency crew.

Come on, you can sit in my car and warm up. We’ll wait together and I can drive you to the hospital when we’re cleared to go. [car door]

You are definitely going to the hospital. You drove off the side of a mountain…

No, it’s no trouble. There’s nowhere else I need to be.

[laughs] No, it’s not because Alex would be angry if I left you here. I’d rather wait with you and, honestly, I’d like to drive back with you.

[turning on the heater, low music]

[dragonsdawnpriestess]

[M4F/A4A] Dark Mage Steals You From Arranged Marriage [Fantasy] [Kidnapping] [Kind Yandere]

Scriptwriter: dragonsdawnpriestess

Keywords: fantasy, royalty listener, self-sacrificing listener, mage, sorcerer, kidnapping, escaping arranged marriage, unlikely savior, soft dom, soft yandere, persuasion, M4F, SFW

Description/Premise: You are the princess of a kingdom that is currently being ravaged by war with the Beast Kingdom, spearheaded by the cruel and violent Beast King. In order to placate the Beast King and end the war, your parents have agreed to give him your hand in marriage. As the dutiful princess, you have resigned yourself to your fate in order to protect your people. But everything is suddenly turned upside down when a handsome dark mage steals into your room one night and kidnaps you. You awaken in a comfortable bed in his tower, unharmed but confused and afraid.

Content Summary: This script contains kidnapping, yandere, dominant, possessive, and protective themes. The optional intro contains nonconsensual use of magic on listener (sleep spell). The speaker feels positively toward listener and has no intention of harming them. This script contains reassurance, persuasion, light praise, and solicitation of trust.

Word Count (Lines Only): about 1406

Estimated Duration: about 8-11 minutes

Implied listener responses are included in brackets and italics like [This.] These are included for context for the voice actor and should not be recorded.

Note: This script is written as M4F but could be changed to A4A with a few small edits.

Editing Policy: Minor edits (change gendered references, phrasing, change to fit your persona more, etc.) are okay but please do not make any major edits.

Monetization Policy: OK to monetize! Just please credit me as the script writer.

Please credit me as dragonsdawnpriestess if you use my script!

*** Do Not Use My Scripts to Train AI! ***

Questions and/or constructive criticism are welcome!

***

Optional Intro with Time Skip:

[Smugly/confidently] Good evening, princess.

[Magical sounds of sleep spell being cast] [Listener struggling]

And good night.

[Time Skip]

***

Good morning, princess.

[Awakening, starts to move] [What’s going on? Who are you? Where am I?]

Ah ah ah—shh, shh, tch tch tch tch tch. It’s all right, you’re all right. Take a deep breath. All of your questions will be answered. But first, would you like any food or drink? Water, tea?

[Just tell me what’s going on!]

Very well, suit yourself. My name is [Avaric; or, VA persona name], and I am a sorcerer. You’re in my tower, in the western mountains. I’ve brought you here for your own protection.

[For my protection?]

Your parents were going to marry you off to that vile Beast King. I couldn’t allow that to happen. The very thought of that wretch defiling you, tormenting you—it just makes me want to go over there and kill him with my own hands…

[You can’t do this! I have to marry him to end the war and save the kingdom!]

Oh, hush now. You are not sacrificing yourself for world peace or whatever you think will come of this idiotic policy of appeasement.

[Don’t you care about the world?]

What about the world? What about you? I wish you’d think of yourself for once in your life.

[Sigh] I do adore your tender heart. I hope to benefit from it myself, after all. Not many would forgive a kidnapping, but I think you just might, if I play my cards right. Hence, while I strongly disagree with your parents’ approach of giving the beast whatever he wants, I have developed an alternative way to meet his request: I have created an illusion out of shadow energy to go in your place. It looks like you and can respond to basic stimuli but has no thoughts and feels no pain.

[Silence]

You’ve gone quiet. It’s because you’re now realizing how foolish you’ve been, aren’t you? You kept telling yourself there was no other way, but there was another way all along. You and your family were just too eager to throw away your life to even look for it.

[What if he realizes it’s not actually me?]

Perhaps he will realize it’s not you eventually. I mean, personally, I think it’s likely to fool him for a good long while. He’s little more than a mindless mass of dark energy in the shape of a person himself. But think of it this way. If you were to go, you have no guarantee that the Beast King would keep his word and end the war. And even if he did, what do you think would happen when he inevitably breaks his new toy? He’d come running back to your parents for something new, or else throw a temper tantrum and send his legions straight back to tormenting our kingdom. The shadow princess I’ve sent him is much less breakable than you are, so it should buy us more time. But if he does break or discover her, we’ll be no worse off than we would have been, and you won’t have ruined your life for it.

[Thank you.]

You’re...thanking me?

[I was close-minded, and I almost made a terrible mistake. Thank you for showing me another way.]

You’ve realized you’ve acted foolishly, and you’re thanking me for preventing you from making a grave mistake. You...Gods, I adore you. Your humility is a breath of fresh air. So many tirelessly cling to their mistakes, refusing to see the truth plain in front of them. But not you. You admit fault so readily. My angel, my dove.

But there is one question you ought to be asking, love. Which is, what do I get out of this?

[What do you get out of this?]

Well, naturally, we can’t just let you go back to your parents. If you’re seen at any point, the ruse is revealed, and war is certain. The only way we can ensure you stay hidden is if you stay here with me, under my protection.

[Is this truly the only way?]

Ooh, you catch on fast, little dove. Using my own logic against me. No, perhaps it is not the only way. After all there are other sorcerers and plenty of potentially useful enchantments for disguise. Perhaps there is even some way you could go back to your parents without revealing the truth.

But I’m not going to pursue any of those, because I want you to stay here with me.

[But that’s so self-interested!]

It is indeed self-interested. But acting in my own interests need not go against yours. I truly believe that this is what’s best for you. I can take care of you, princess. If I throw you out into the wide world to fend for yourself, who knows what may happen to you? And if I let you go back to your parents, your future is dim for sure. They will certainly use you as their political pawn in some other way. I cannot allow that to happen.

[Why do you even want me?]

Why do I want you? I find you captivating, princess. You’re intelligent, tactful, and the kindest person I’ve ever known. I’ve watched as you’ve used your many talents to save the day time and time again. But, frankly, your brilliance is wasted on those fools you call parents, as is attested by their insane handling of this matter with the Beast King. And so I have rescued you from the darkness, that I might bask in your light.

But I do not wish my pleasure to come at the cost of your suffering. I want to do anything that I can to make you happy and comfortable here. I’m no king, but what I lack in wealth I make up for with magic. Anything you desire, I will endeavor to make yours. Food, clothes, jewelry, exotic pets. As long as you’ll stay with me.

There’s so much that I wish to discuss with you. Politics, magic. Sure, you have no talent for self-preservation, but I know I could benefit from a mind as sharp as yours.

I would love to get your opinion on my work. I suspect you’d have a great talent for sorcery. I could even teach you to do some yourself, if you wanted.

Dark magic has a bad reputation, but it doesn’t have to be used for evil. My specialties are sleep magic and illusions. The world of the subconscious, dreams, and fantasy is so fascinating, is it not? I’ve been working on a cure for the curse of sleeplessness, a magically-induced insomnia. Well, in fact, there are several different variations of the curse, each requiring their own specialized approach while operating on more or less the same core principles. I could use a fresh perspective on the problem. I’m sure you could offer some useful insight.

But I won’t force you to spend time with me, if you don’t want to. If you only wish to be alone and not speak to me, you are free to do so. It’s enough for me to have you near me, and to know that you are safe. The last thing I want to do is drive you away.

[I’m not sure…]

You’re still uncertain about staying with me. That’s fine. Good, even. I wouldn’t be able to respect you if you were convinced so easily.

How about this, then? Stay with me just for the time being, say...a month? If you truly still wish to leave at that time, we will discuss it again.

[How do I know you’ll let me leave at that time?]

You have no guarantee that I will let you go at that time. Perhaps you’re wondering if it’s better to just try to escape now? Just know that I will strive to prevent this with every fiber of my being, with every resource at my disposal. I won’t say it’s impossible, but your odds are not good. And even if you were to escape, the mountains are treacherous, and the journey to the nearest village is long. It would be difficult going for any solo traveler, let alone a princess.

That said, I have no desire for you to be my prisoner, princess. It is the deepest wish of my heart that you choose to be with me. I am not afraid to act against your will to prevent you from running from me, because I truly believe to do so would only be hurting yourself. But I truly, deeply wish you to choose to stay.

I want you to see things the way I do. And I...I want you to love me, the way that I love you.

Ah—I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.

I don’t mean to frighten you.

I know I’m still a stranger to you. But I hope I can win your heart in time. I believe you’ll like me once you get to know me. I feel that we are...kindred souls, so to speak. Though we may appear opposite at first glance, I believe our hearts are alike.

So, princess. What say you? Will you give me a chance?

[autisticempathydaemon]

Fragment Friday ❣️

Tagging @ejunkiet, @dominimoonbeam, @penncilkid, and @mr-laveau this week because I know y’all have got to have something similar in the works~!

You wanted to hear more about my script work, EJ, and now you’re never gonna stop no takesies backsies ❣️

Title: [A4A] Accidentally Kidnapped by an Apologetic Mafia Boss [Mistaken Identity] [Meet-Cute… of Sorts] [Librarian Listener]

Tagline: Giacomo, who the hell is this?

[weswritesscripts]

[AAA4A] The Hunter [Murder Mystery] [Detective Speaker] [Seer Listener] [Healer Listener] [Plot Heavy] [Partners to ???] [Slow Burn] [Multiple Speakers] [Part 7]

The plot thickens. Wow I forgot how quickly I can write scripts when they're not 3000 words long. Still working on the third part to the Vampire & Hunter series (now known as "When it Rains, it Pours") but some recent fills of What Befalls Fate motivated me to write the next part so here it is. Again, there are multiple Speakers but they mostly address the Listener so this shouldn't be too difficult for a single VA to read. Enjoy!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6]

Narration Key

{...} = Pause for Listener response for about 2-3 seconds

{—} = Pause for Listener response for about 5-6 seconds

[Insert text] = Tone indicators, narration cues, descriptions to help with clarity (not to be narrated) and sound effects (which are optional but may help convey actions)

“Insert text” = Dialogue

Usage

Feel free to use this script monetized or not, just be sure to credit me if this script is used. Please, however, keep this audio as “4A”. Gender of the speaker can be changed but the gender of the listener must be kept as “anybody” if you wish to use this script. Thanks! :)

Characters

Detective Marley Droit (pronounced: dʁwa [it’s french]): A curt and stoic Uninclined (no magical abilities) detective working for Informed Law Enforcement in Salvatrice whose worked a few too many years and is feeling the weight of their decisions wear them down. They’re the overcast day to the Listener’s unending enthusiasm.

Listener (AKA Doc): A seer who pursued healing magic and now works in a back-alley (and probably illegal) healing clinic in the lower city. Highly curious, they always seem to be poking their nose where it's most unwanted, especially when it comes to cases in their area of the lower city that Detective Droit might just be covering. They channel their foresight/divination through a set of tarot cards.

Morgan: The Listener’s mentor and the primary healer.

???: The Hunter-For-Hire behind the killings.

Setting

Morgan’s healers, the streets of the Lower City and the Listener’s apartment.

Context

The Listener heads back to work as Droit works to piece together the information they’ve gathered. But an unwelcome visitor raises the stakes of what was supposed to be a simple robbery.

CONTENT WARNING: Depictions and threats of violence and injury. Proceed with caution.

Script on Scriptbin!

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What Befalls Fate: Act 1 Scene VII -- The Hunter

[The Listener and Morgan are in Morgan’s shop, tending to a patient. The patient lies on a table with Morgan and the Listener either side of them. A heart beat thumps rapidly in the background]

Morgan: “The artery’s been nicked so we’re going to have to move quickly. Follow my directions and whatever you do, don’t hesitate. We don’t have much time.”

[Sounds of magic being used gradually fade in]

Morgan: “Guide it slowly, we don’t want to overwhelm their core with magic all at once. They’re a Soul-Bound so they’re going to be less receptive to healing magic than you or I. You’ll need to expend more magic than you would with an Emulator. But remember to feed it in gradually otherwise their core will end up trying to consume it trying to keep them alive and that isn’t helpful when they don’t have a healing factor.”

{...}

Morgan: “Alright, good job. I’m going to divert and slow down their blood flow slightly. You’re going to have to work quickly to seal the wound. Remember, work from the inside out. A patched up scratch isn’t going to be very helpful if they’re still internally bleeding. I don’t want to divert their blood flow for long enough to deprive their brain of oxygen so work quickly and efficiently.”

[Heart beat slows down to a normal pace before fading out (signifying calmness, not death)]

Morgan: “Nice work, kid. I want to keep them overnight for monitoring, just in case the magic has any adverse effects so go prepare a cot near my office.”

{...}

Morgan: “Thanks.”

[Listener shakes out and folds linens and blankets]

Morgan: [Distantly, speaking to the patient] “Oh good, you’ve finally come around. My secondary healer and I have patched you up but I’d advise against anything too active for a few days, just in case your core doesn’t react well to the magic. And for that reason, I’m keeping you here overnight.”

[Pause as patient responds]

Morgan: “Don’t worry about the costs. This isn’t some high end healers in the Upper City. We’ll charge you enough to keep us running and that’ll be it. Just don’t rat us out, capiche?”

{—}

Morgan: [Speaking to the Listener] “Great. Remember to disinfect after you’ve cleaned this up and then you can clock out. Good work today.”

[Small time jump into the future as the door to Morgan’s shuts behind the Listener. The Listener begins their walk home, their footsteps on the pathway echoing as night falls through the bustle of the city. Wait a few beats before their phone rings]

Droit: [Slightly grainy through the phone] “Hey, it’s me.”

{...}

Droit: “Like I’d even need to say my name. You’ve known me for what, a decade now? Almost two? I’d be severely disappointed if you couldn’t even recognise my voice over the phone. Especially considering how many nights I kept you company over the landline when you couldn’t sleep.” 

{—}

Droit: [slightly dryly] “And I am forever grateful you and your whinging kept me company for most of those late night cramming sessions. But I didn’t call you to sing your praises.”

{...}

Droit: [sarcastically] “Ha. Ha.”

{...}

Droit: “I’ve been doing some digging into the Belle Foundation.”

{...} 

Droit: “Yeah, Janus’ foundation. Apparently, it’s named after a young girl they sponsored. She moved here after her powers awoke. From what I can gather, the foundation’s aim is to help support people like her. Inclined who have come to Salvatrice to find a magical community. Though from their track record, they seem to only be helping Emulators.”

{—}

Droit: “Discrimination against Soul-Bound isn’t new, Doc. And I doubt it ever will be.”

{...}

Droit: “A spokesperson from the Belle Foundation said the ‘Foundation doesn’t currently possess the resources to support such a wide range of individuals’ which is total bull crap but what can you do?”

{...}

Droit: “It sounds a bit too good to be true anyways. I got my hands on some bank records. The Belle Foundation is supposed to be a not-for-profit but the money they source from donations hasn’t been funneled through the right channels.”

{—}

Droit: “No. It seemed legit when it first started. It’s only been in the recent few months that some of the money earned from donations has gone missing.”

{...}

Droit: “Yeah. Missing. Janus isn’t pocketing it or anything. It just kind of… vanishes from their accounts.”

{...}

Droit: “I don’t quite have that access yet but I’m working on it. On another note, I’ve been reviewing the letters Stephina’s been receiving. They’ve been typed up and printed so there's no chance of examining any handwriting.”

{...}

Droit: “No. I looked through her printing history when she sent over the images of the missing items and Stephina couldn’t have printed them out herself.”

{—}

Droit: “I’m aware the organisation she’s implicating hasn’t seen any political activity for a decade but everyone in Salvatrice and their mother knows the leaders behind that coup were never caught.”

{...}

Droit: “The guy they arrested was obviously a stand in. The Four Families just needed to reassure the public they still had everything under control and Betterment needed a scapegoat.”

{—}

Droit: “That’s true. Usually the Kashyap Family would handle arrests so it’s interesting the Bennu Family were so involved.”

{...}

Droit: “No, I haven’t received the order form yet. Stephina says she’s still looking for it and I’d rather focus my attention elsewhere. Speculating on a pseudonym we haven’t even seen yet isn’t going to get us anywhere.”

{...}

Droit: “Yeah, I’m still in my office. I want to go over the items Stephina enchanted while she was being blackmailed to see if I can find anything our robber-turned-murderer could’ve used to rob that transport vehicle. ”

{...}

Droit: “I’ll be fine.”

{...}

[Guilty silence]

Droit: “Okay so maybe I haven’t had dinner yet but I’ll get to it eventually.”

{...}

[More guilty silence]

Droit: “Fine. Fine. Alright. How about this? You can come over to mine for dinner and make sure I get something to eat and then, if you’re feeling up to it, we can review the artefacts together.”

[Jingling of keys before a lock clicks as the Listener unlocks their door. The door creaks open]

{...}

Droit: “Great. It’s a date then.”

{...}

Droit: [Flustered] “Uh— I mean—”

[Loud thump and bang as the Listener is tackled to the floor]

Droit: [Distantly, shouting from a dropped phone not on speaker phone] “Doc?! DOC!?”

???: [Sinisterly cheerful] “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the detective’s little doctor.” 

{...}

???: “Such foul words. I’m hurt, little doctor. I go to all this work to keep you on your toes and this is how you repay me? As a guest in your house no less?”

{—}

???: [Dead, flat tone] “Specifics bore me, little doctor. And I suggest you don’t bore me.”

{...}

???: [Back to the sinisterly cheerful tone] “Good. I’m glad we’ve come to an agreement. After all, you’ve examined what happens to people who bore me. Closely. I must say, you’ve got quite the eye, spotting the wolfsbane like you did. Even a trained healer like yourself would’ve had a hard time spotting that.”

{—}

???: “A fun little trick, isn’t it? An Inclined at the height of their power going up against little old me would just be unfair. And unfairness is just no fun.”

{...}

???: “Dirty tricks? Me? Always. That’s what makes my job so fun, after all.”

{—}

???: “Oh, you and your pet detective are good. The Hunter’s Association came with too much red tape. I’d call myself a Hunter-For-Hire but so many of them are such self righteous— well, you get the idea.”

{...}

???: “My boss? Oh, little doctor…” [flat tone again] “nobody bosses me around.”

{—}

???: “Ugh, you lot all say the same things.” [overly dramatic, mockingly] “Who’s paying you? Why are you doing this? Please, think of my family!” [sing song] “Booooring! Come on, little doctor, can’t you give me something to work with here?”

{...}

???: “Though I guess it must be a little difficult, with the wolfsbane kicking in.” 

{...}

???: “Maybe you just aren’t as observant as you think you are. This syringe was in your arm before your phone even hit the ground, but you were too focused on your pet detective.”

[Distantly, the thumping of someone running grows gradually louder. The world grows muffled as the wolfsbane kicks in and the Listener’s heartbeat starts spreading up, thumping loudly in their ears]

???: “I’d suggest diverting your attentions elsewhere, before another life is lost. Unfortunately, we’re about to be interrupted so I can’t give you anymore life advice. A pity, truly. Stay on your toes, little doctor. Who knows what I’ll do if I catch up to you again.”

[??? leaves through a window. The Listener’s apartment door bands open as Droit arrives. They immediately drop to the floor at the Listener’s side]

Droit: [Panicked, out of breath] “Hey, hey, hey. Doc, come on. Look at me. Don’t fall asleep.”

{...}

Droit: [Soothingly] “I know, I know it hurts. Come on, you can be brave. Morgan's on their way now. Don’t worry, we’ll flush the wolfsbane out and you’ll be good as new.”

{...}

Droit: “Yeah, yeah Morgan’s going to be here any minute to patch you up.”

[Droits voice fades in and out for a bit as the Listener fights to stay conscious]

Droit: [To themself, hissed between their teeth] “Shit, shit, shit. Come on Morgan, hurry up.”

[The Listener calls on their magic, trying to heal themselves]

Droit: “Woah! Hey now, don’t do that. The wolfsbane is preventing you from using your magic. You’ll just end up burning through your core if you try to heal yourself. Just keep focusing on me, you’ll be alright.”

[Running footsteps before the door opens again and Morgan arrives]

Morgan: [Voice fading out as the Listener passes out] “Where are they!?”

End

[simplynims]

I forgot to post this but I made a fan script for Nexus for fun using my Nexus sona! I really enjoyed writing it, especially because there is a bit of lore behind my sona Illian in there.

I wanted to explore a bit more the process of being turned into a vampire and how it affects someones life and loved ones, so enjoy!

[harveyhawkscripts]

[A4A] Lizardfolk Kicks You Off Their Sunning Rock [Fantasy] [Grumpy lizardfolk speaker] [Human listener] Lost Brother Pt. 2 (Prequel!)

AN: Hello! This can be read alone, but it is also a prequel to this Warforged script. It may become a full series, but I’m not sure yet. Also, my scripts may be on the shorter side these next couple of weeks. 

Google Doc

Usage:

- Okay for monetization 

- Please credit me as Harvey Hawk :)

- Tweaks, improv, and pronoun changes are okay! Just please do not rewrite the script completely.

Synopsis: The VA, a lizardfolk just getting done with patrol, finds a human on their sunning rock! It turns out the human is running away from a cult and looking for their brother, and they need the lizardfolk’s help to get through the swamp. 

Key:

[SFX and Action]

(.) Short Pause

(...) Longer pause

(Voice instruction)

Word Count: 921

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LIZARDFOLK:

(Yawn) Finally. Time for a break.

(.)

Wait, what? Is that… a human?

(.)

Oh, for pete’s sake! What is a human doing all the way out here? And on my sunning rock, no less!

(.)

Hey, you! Human!

(.)

Yes, you. Do you see any other humans around here? Get up. You’re on my sunning rock.

(.)

Yes, my sunning rock. This is where I rest after patrol. And my patrol is over, so move it or lose it, humie.

(.)

(Aggravated sigh) Look, maybe you don’t get it. In that case, let me show you. See these scratches etched into the stone? These are my claw marks, which means the stone belongs to me.

 (.)

(Mutters) Of course you didn’t. You humies don’t know anything outside of your little bubble, do you?

(.)

But now that you do know, why don’t you scooch so that I can lay down. Off with you, now.

(.)

What do you mean, no?!

(.)

Well, I don’t want to lie on the ground, either!

(.)

(Growl) Do you know what I am? I am a lizardfolk! I could tear out your throat with one swipe! Now move it or lose it, stupid humie!

(.)

There. Looks like you aren’t completely devoid of sense

[The lizardfolk gets cozy on his rock]

Aw, yeah… That’s nice.

[A few beats of silence]

What are you still doing here? Don’t you have anything better to do than stand there and stare at me?

(.)

The swamp? You want to know which way the swamp is? Why the hell would you want to know that?

(.)

Pft, the guild. Like the guild would take a clueless thing like you. Not like you’d make it there. Look, there’s a nice village not far North of here. Why don’t you head there?

(.)

I don’t know why you’re so intent on going to the guild, but you’re not getting through the swamp, especially now.

(.)

Because the baby gators just hatched. And where there are baby gators, there are mama gators, and you don’t want to encounter a mama gator. Besides, you’d need a guide to find your way through.

(.)

What? No way! I’m not going to guide some stupid human through the swamp.

(.)

Technically I could – I live there after all – but I won’t. You wouldn’t be able to keep up, anyway.

(.)

Because I don’t want to. And I’m off duty. I patrol the outskirts of the swamp daily. But I’m on my break now. Or I was, until you rudely interrupted me.

(.)

You just don’t take no for an answer, do you? Let’s say I do take you through the swamp. What’s in it for me?

(.)

Hmph, of course you don’t. Your pockets are as empty as your head, aren’t they? Hm… Oh, what is that glinting in the sun? That is a nice necklace, humie. Is it real gold?

(.)

Of course, you don’t even know that! Here, let me see it.

(.)

Hm… Yes, both the chain and pendant appear to be real… Wait a second. This symbol – this is the symbol of the Brightbone Steeple. Is that where you’re from? How long have you been part of it?

(.)

Really? Born into it? No wonder you don’t know much. You’ve been locked away from the rest of the world, haven’t you?

(.)

Damn. Now I feel kind of bad…

(.)

Your brother? Sorry, I haven’t seen any humies except you for months. Most of them avoid the swamps if they know what’s good for them. Of course, he could’ve passed through when someone else was patrolling.

(.)

So, he ran away and you’re looking for him? That takes some guts. I hear the leaders there watch your every move. It’s a wonder you both got out. You’re not being followed, are you?

(.)

Alright, geez. Just checking. Anyway, what makes you think you’ll find your brother at this guild?

(.)

It’s a place you two talked about going. So, you’d been planning to escape Brightbone for a while, then?

(.)

Hm. And that’s your only lead in finding him?

(.)

I see… Look, humie. You’re obviously in a tough spot, so I’ll cut you a deal. I’ll take you through the swamp. We should be okay so long as we stick to the outskirts. In return, I keep the necklace chain. Not the pendant. I wouldn’t be caught dead with the Brightbone symbol on me. This chain will catch a pretty penny, though. Deal?

(.)

Good. But if those Brightbone guards come for you, don’t expect me to have your back, got it? I’m not making an enemy out of the most powerful cult in the land.

(.)

Yeah, yeah, whatever. You’re welcome. Now come on. We must hurry. My next shift will have started by the time we make it through.

(.)

Now, stay close to me and listen well. Once we leave the swamp, you’re on your own. Head West until you see a town. There’s a gladiator pit nearby – you might check there for your brother but be careful. Don’t linger; they prey on naïve humies like you with nowhere to go.

(.)

After that, travel Northwest until you reach the guild. It’ll be a good long travel, but there will be towns in between. You think you’re up to it?

(.)

Good. Remember, once we’re through the swamp, I’m gone. Now, come on. We’ve got a long trek ahead of us.

END

[des2dream]

Daydreaming Mini Immersive Scripting #1

Hiya! Here's some |A4A| Yandere excerpts I wrote that can be useful for audios! Enjoy!

"Even if there's no one out there pining for your heart, will you allow me to be the only one to claim it?"

"I need you! You complete me! We complete each other! Why can't you just accept that no one loves you the way I do?!"

"People in this world are changing for the worst. Attacking! Hating! Hurting! They can't stand to be around one another nor do they want to be anywhere near each other! In here, I don't hate you. I never have. Still don't. I can't stand the thought of you being away from me and I don't want you anywhere else unless it's right next to me. So don't leave. Please!"

"Maybe you don't love me. I don't expect you to. Not now, at least. That means I'll just have to prove myself."

"You can run all you want, but eventually you'll get tired...and when you are....I'll have you falling into my waiting, loving arms!"

"What do you want from me? Am I not enough for you? You want of those piece of sh@t men who treat you like a piece of meat? Or do you want one of those skimpy females who take everything from you without a second thought? No. No you don't. You want me and only me. My attention. My affection. Everything they can't give you. I do."

"You know what I've realized? You don't want me to leave you alone. You always tell me to leave, but every time I get close, you don't push me away. You can yell and scream. You can throw things at me. But you never got a good hit on me. Come to think of it, you never even blocked me. I kept asking myself 'why', but I get it now....You like this, don't you? You like how I wind you up? You like what I do to you?.....And here I thought I was the so-called "crazy" one."

[thecardssayhellno]

Bloodbound Negotiation: The Hunt Begins [A4A or AF4A] [Reluctant Allies] [Vampire Speaker x Vampire Hunter Listener] [Part 2]

This is part of a series! You can find the first part here

Monetization is okay, and so is putting it behind a paywall. Just credit me and give me some way to listen to it, please! I am not looking for money myself, I just write scripts to practice my writing.

Summary: You and your vampiric partner walk through the city as twilight falls, preparing for a dangerous mission. While your vampire is consumed with confronting their sire, you carry a deeper personal burden—the search for your missing sister. You agreed to help them in exchange for information, but their cold demeanor and focus on their own problems create tension between you.

Settings: Starts in the speaker's house at nighttime, then it switches to the street when the two start walking toward the third location. The third location is a bar.

Word Count: 1,607

Estimated Length: ~8-9 minutes

A couple of quick notes: Nicolette Leroux is French, so her name would be pronounced as LeRoo, and all of her lines are optional, I wrote this so that if you can’t/don’t want to find someone else to voice her (or don’t want to do it yourself) you don’t have to. Heck, you could even gender-swap her if that strikes your fancy. I don’t mind either way. Once Nicolette’s lines start, I will specify with “S” for the speaker and N for Nicolette. Sorry if this is confusing! If you have questions, let me know!

(Talking as if in the middle of a conversation) Hunter, you can’t add more conditions to our deal. Besides, what kind of information do you even need from my sire?

You want to find where your sister is? Why would my sire even know?

She’s with a vampire? As in dating a vampire, or kidnapped?

You don’t know? She just disappeared?

(Sigh, sounding annoyed) Can you stop pleading? We can ask if we find my sire, but I think that’s going to be almost impossible. Everyone I’ve asked has told me that he hasn’t been seen in years.

Yes, except for me, obviously. Quite a few of the older vampires I’ve talked to were skeptical when I described who attacked me. I swear one of them almost fainted, though. I have a feeling that my sire is a dangerous man.

(Frustrated) No, I haven’t been able to get his name. The most I’ve been able to get is a nickname. I guess they call him Nox. It’s like a Voldemort situation or something. I don’t know.

I talked to a vampire two days ago who told me to look for a woman named Nicolette Leroux. He said she owns a bar downtown called Blood Infusion. 

(Laughs drily) I agree, the name is a little too on the nose.

So, how do we find her? I don’t know. I was just told, “you’ll know her when you see her.”

[Clothes rustle and metal clinks when the listener stands up, then footsteps as they walk toward the speaker’s front door.]

Ready to leave already? We have time for you to rest if you need it. You still look like shit.

Ok, Hunter, but don’t blame me if you pass out and I have to save you. I warned you.

[Door opens, footsteps as they both exit the house, the door closes, keys jingle as the speaker locks their front door.]

No, we’re not taking my car. The bar is close enough to walk to. I don’t want anyone we don’t trust to know what my car looks like.

Oh, yeah, your car is probably still at the school. You passed out, why would I bother finding your car, putting you in it, finding your keys, driving your car here, and then taking the bus back to the school to find my car? 

I’ll take you to go get it when we’re done with what we have to do tonight. 

[Footsteps as the two start walking to the bar, occasionally a car passes by. The listener’s backpack also clinks every so often while they walk.]

(After walking in silence for a couple of seconds, Annoyed) Hunter, do you need that stupid backpack? It’s so loud.

Just ditch it behind that bush, we can grab it on the way back.

[Zipper opens and the listener digs around in it for a second before rezipping it and stowing it behind the bush.]

Thank you.

[Footsteps resume and then slowly fade out as the scene changes. Fading in: Pop music playing and the sound of talking and laughing and cups being moved around.] 

(Talking over the hum of the bar) I know he said “you’ll know her when you see her” but I have no clue who we’re supposed to be looking for. She could be literally anywhere in here. It’s packed.

You think we should ask the bartender? Ok, but I’m doing the talking. You’re the only human in here and I don’t need you drawing attention to us by acting stupid.

[Footsteps as they walk up to the bar, both stop short.]

So, the bartender *is* Nicolette LeRoux. (Sarcastically) Perfect. How the hell do we get her to talk to us?

[Footsteps as the speaker walks up to the bar and the listener follows.]

N: What can I get you? A pint of beer? A glass of blood?

S: Oh, uh, neither. We’re actually here for information, Madam Leroux. I was told you might know where my sire is.

N: Follow me.

[Footsteps as all three walk into the kitchen and into the walk-in cooler.]

S: You have information for me, don’t you? 

N: Yes, but you’re not going to like it.

S: What do you mean? Why wouldn’t I like it? I’m so close to finding my sire.

N: About that, you’re actually much further away.

S: How am I further away? I was told he’d be in this city. I was told he’d be in Baltimore so here I am.

N: It’s not that simple, he moves around a lot.

S: (Snaps) And you couldn’t have mentioned that before I wasted days in this goddamn city chasing ghosts?

N: I told you, it’s not easy tracking someone like him! You knew that from the start. He’s not just any vampire.

S: (Pacing, sounding irritated) Yeah, well, I’m getting real tired of chasing rumors of him from city to city. How far is he this time? Tell me he didn’t run off to the other side of the country.

N: (Quietly) Actually… he’s in Texas now. More specifically, he’s in Austin.

S: (Stunned silence for a beat, then incredulous) Austin? What the hell is he doing in Texas? That’s halfway across the country! He’s supposed to be laying low, not vacationing in the South.

N: (Defensive) I don’t think he’s there by choice. Word is, something went down in Baltimore, and he had to bolt. Some bad blood—pardon the pun—caught up with him. Austin’s just a pit stop. He’s not staying long.

S: (Sighs heavily) Great. So, what, I’m supposed to drop everything and go halfway across the country on your maybe? He probably won’t even be there when I get there. He’ll be in Hawaii or Alaska by that point.

N: It’s not a maybe. It’s solid intel. I wouldn’t have my associates lead you to me if it wasn’t. He’s hiding out in a safe house outside the city. But I don’t know how much longer he’ll be there.

S: (Frustrated) And what’s your definition of ‘solid’ now? Because last time your “associates” said that, I walked into a warehouse full of traps with no damn sign of him. You won’t even tell me his name!

N: (She sounds hurt) That wasn’t my fault! He’s got spies everywhere, and he’s paranoid. Always covering his tracks. You think I want to be wrong? You think I like telling you this?

S: (Cold) I think you’re playing both sides, and I’m starting to wonder which one you’re really on. You’re just as old as he is, in fact, you’re older. Why are you scared of him?

N: (Sighs, exasperated) Look, Ethan, you don’t have to trust me, but you know I’m your best shot at finding him. Nobody else is willing to dig this deep for you. No one else would risk what I’m risking.

S: I know. That’s why I’m still standing in this room instead of walking out of here. I am fully aware that he’s dangerous, so stop beating around the bush. I’m not asking for your advice. I’m asking where he is. Tell me everything you know.

N: (Brief silence, then resigned) He’s been lying low at this place on the outskirts of Austin. Some big old house. It’s run-down, looks abandoned. He’s got a couple of other vampires with him—loyal ones, the kind who won’t think twice about tearing you apart if you get too close. He’s expecting trouble, so don’t think you can just walk in.

S: I’m not an idiot. My sire is smart, I know he knows that I’m coming for him. What else?

N: Rumor has it he’s got some kind of deal going with a local coven. Witches, powerful ones. If you show up there, they’ll know. They’ll be watching. You’re going to need help.

S: (Defiant) I don’t need help. I need answers. And I’m tired of people telling me to wait. This ends with me and him.

N: (Earnestly) I get that, I really do. But if you go in guns blazing, you’ll end up dead. You can’t be reckless.

S: (Snarls) Reckless? You think I’ve been careful this whole time? I’ve been hunting him for weeks, and every time I get close, something pushes me back. I’m done waiting. I’m done with all the excuses. Just tell me where.

N: (Long pause, then quietly) Alright. There’s a road just outside the city, Route 71. Follow it west until you hit the hills. The house is hidden there. You’ll know it when you see it.”

S: Route 71. Got it. And if he’s not there?

N: He’s there. But be careful. If you go in half-cocked, he’ll destroy you.

S: (Flatly) He can try. I’m not letting him slip away again.

N: Good luck. Don’t get yourselves killed. And don’t bring a human into my bar again. (Pause, and then a laugh) Yes, little hunter, I can smell the human all over you.

[Fades from inside the cooler to the street. Footsteps fade in as the two walk back to the speaker’s house.]

(Muttering to himself) Stupid old bat. She can’t even tell me his name. What kind of informant can’t tell me my sire’s name?

(Annoyed) What, Hunter?

(Bitterly) Yeah, I realize we forgot to ask about Claire. You know where vampires tend to go, why can’t you just ask them?

(Softly) You’ve already tried?

(Hurriedly) Woah, woah, woah. Hunter, are you crying?

(Kindly) Come here. 

[Clothes rustle as the speaker pulls the listener into a hug.]

Let’s go to Austin together, maybe we can ask vampires along the way if they’ve seen Claire.

[Street noise fades.]

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[ASMR script] [A4A] Whenever you're too scared to eat, we can eat together

Tags: [TW: Eating disorder] [Emetophobia] [Partner Speaker] [Anxiety] [Skipping meals] [Comfort] [One bite at a time] [You will be okay!] [Loving relationship]

Author's note: Hi everyone! First thing first: this script is written as A4A, but feel free to edit it to fit as M4F, F4M, F4F, M4M, etc. English is not my first language, you can also edit a few things here and there to make things sound less "weird" if there's the need. You are also free to edit/add/remove sfx of your choice! You are allowed to monetize, just please credit me <3

More notes you can just skip: So, this script is very specific and kinda personal. The phobia of throwing up is a nasty fear to deal with, and sometimes it can lead to serious health issues because when you're too scared of the idea of feeling sick, you stop eating as a way of avoiding the (often very very vary small, close to impossible actually) chance of throwing up. I didn't know there were so many people with this phobia, and I haven't seen many scripts related to this topic, because often the not-eating problem is related other form of anxiety/issues. So, I decided to make one related to this phobia, and hopefully it will help those who could have struggled eating for this very reason! Remember you are not alone in this, and that if it feels too much to handle, you can seek help through therapy (and take it from me, it can be better. It will get better!)

Summary (for listener): Your loved one comes home after work and wants to take you out for dinner but you're not that hungry, plus you have some leftovers. The problem is: they saw you skipping breakfast and the same leftovers were supposed to be your lunch. They realize now you have been skipping meals, so you tell them about your phobia of throwing up and, as a consequence, your fear of eating.

[Action/things happening] *Moods* Emphasis on a specific word

_________________________

[Door opening and closing]

Honey, I'm home! What a day... Today it was much more chaotic than usual there.

[Removing coat]

Hi there sweetie, let me give you a hug [pause] ...and some kisses [Kisses here] What were you watching?

Just the boring news? Ooh, I see, you were waiting for a show to start. Mind if I sit next to you, so we can get bored at the news together, while we wait for it? [another Kiss]

[Sitting on the couch]

*Relaxed* Aaah, bless whoever invented the couch… [Kisses, caresses] ...It feels so weird coming home and finding you waiting for me, you know? In a good way, of course. Knowing you will be here when I return, it's fuel to get through the day. It's not even two weeks since we moved in together, but I feel like I already got addicted to this feeling [chuckle]. I can’t help but look forward to the moment we can just relax and cuddle.

[Chuckle] You too? ...Aww, yes, that's the smile that keeps me going. How was your day, sweetheart?

Tough day at work for you too huh?

*Excited* Oooh, but you have some gossip? I can't wait to hear all about it! You know I’m always in for the tea. Hey, you know what? Since we're both coming from a draining working day, why don't we just go somewhere nice for dinner? 'Cause... now that I think about it, we still didn't get the chance to go out for dinner since we moved in together. And even before, it feels like ages since last time! I can't even remember when it was. So… yeah, what do you think? Dinner's on me, of course!

*Slightly disappointed* Hm? Why not? I mean, it's not like we have to, but... not having to cook and clean afterwards sounds like a good deal to me when we're both tired, don’t you think?

*Gentle* You're too tired from work to go out? Well... I guess, we can stay at home for tonight, then. Hmm, what about just ordering delivery? I mean, same thing but we can chill here, watching something that’s, hopefully, not the news... cuddling a little bit, relax... how does it sound, honey?

*Confused*You're... not that hungry? Uhm, yes, I can order something for myself but... what if you get hungry later?

*Lighting up the mood* Hey, don't expect me to give you half of mine if you change your mind! You know that you are my favorite person and I love you more than anyone, but food is… well, food. [Laugh] I’m joking, I'm joking. Kind of. [Chuckle] In all honesty though, I wouldn't mind sharing, but... listen, why don't you just order something anyway? So that if you get hungry later you still have something to eat, and if you don't... you have something for tomorrow's lunch anyway.

*Confused* Huh? What do you mean there's no need?

The... leftovers? Wait a moment, we still have leftovers from yesterday’s dinner? I thought… I thought you had it for lunch?

You didn't? So... you ate something else at work?

*Mockingly* Oooh, wait, I know what happened. Let me guess: you forgot to bring them with you and you had to buy a crappy and expensive sandwich at your workplace, didn't you? [Chuckle] That would clearly explain everything.

*Confused again* No? What did you get then? I didn't know there were other options to sandwiches there...

Okay,"Something", but what exactly?

*Slightly concerned and confused* Hey, what's wrong? What's with that expression? Is there something botheri-

Huh? Water? You mean... you want to drink water now, or...

Oh, you had... water... at work? For lunch?! I mean... wait, wait a moment, let me get this straight:

Yesterday evening you weren't hungry because you told me you had "something" at work before coming home, and I assumed it was one of those crappy, sad, sandwiches, so you skipped dinner because of that. This morning you said you only wanted your herbal tea. At lunch you had "water" and now you want to skip dinner too?

*Worried* Just... just be honest with me. When exactly was the last time you actually ate something? Like, a meal?

*Assertive* No, no, look at me. And Water doesn't count. Tea doesn't either. When was it?

*More worried* What- what do you mean you don't remember?! Okay, okay, let's make it easier: when was the last time you ate anything? A cookie? Fruit? A… dunno, protein bar?

*Frustrated, but trying to be calm* No, I'm not- of course I'm not angry, I'm just worried! As far as I know, the last time I actually saw you eat something was three days ago when you had half of an apple for breakfast! I... I was sure you were eating at your workplace most of the time, so I didn't really think much about it, but... oh goodness, please, tell me you had something since then. Anything really. Tell me you're not starving right now.

*Concerned, but more calm* Okay, so... yesterday, at lunch time, you ate kinda two spoons of peanuts, more or less. And... is that it? Nothing else?

*More gentle* No, don't apologize! I'm... not angry, really. I just... don't understand. Are you feeling under the weather or something and I didn't realize it? Or, I don't know, there's something worrying you to the point you don't feel like eating?

Whatever the reason is, why didn't you tell me? You know I'm here for you, just like you have always been here for me when I needed it. *Sweet* You have always supported me whenever I felt sad, angry, worried... You know that we are a team, right? So, please honey, tell me what's wrong.

*Frustrated again, less gentle* No, it's not "fine"! Not eating anything aside from a few grams of peanuts one day, half of an apple another one, it's not "fine" at all! I... for goodness sake, I don't want to be inappropriate but... how much weight did you lose?

It's not like I didn’t notice you felt… thinner whenever I hugged you, but... I just didn't think it was that serious, and I didn’t want to be intrusive. I didn't think you were skipping meals and avoiding food almost every day, I... I just...

*Sad* Sigh, I swear I'm not angry honey, really, I'm only really worried. I… don’t want anything bad to happen to you, I care so much about you! Please, just… tell me why, let me understand.

You are... scared? Eating gives you anxiety? But... why? Is it for your body? *Still worried, but more gentle and reassuring* Because I assure you that there's nothing wrong with your body. You are the most wonderful and attractive person I know, and I love everything about you, really. Your mind, your soul, and your body too. And I don’t care how and if your body changes, I’ll still love you for who you are.

...Okay, so it's not for that. Then... what is it? Hey, look at me. You can talk to me about anything.

*Frustrated/concerned* No, it's not dumb! No reason is a dumb reason if it makes you starve sweetie. I'm not here to judge, I just want to understand better.

So...You are afraid to... throw up? Wait, but... why would you throw up? You are healthy, the food you eat is good too, there's no stomach bug around… I don’t understand, and--

Oh, I’m sorry, just… Hey, ssh, don't cry, it's okay... I didn't know you had this kind of fear... [kiss] and I didn't know it was tormenting you this much. I’m so sorry honey…

*Comforting* Yes, I bet it’s frustrating… you’re actually really hungry, huh? But you’re too scared to eat because of the idea that could get you sick.

It... does explain a few things though. Like the fact that you avoid alcohol, or you refuse to eat anything beyond their expiration date even though it still tastes good. Or also that time when you canceled a meeting with your friend after you discovered they had a stomach bug. Sigh, I'm really sorry for being so blind, I'm connecting the dots just now. I just... wish you had told me sooner. Come here, let me hug you. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. I told you already: we are a team. If you struggle with something, I’ll struggle with you until we find a way to overcome it, together. All right?

Good, honey. [Kiss]

So... how do you usually deal with it?

Okay, so... you only eat as little as possible when you feel too hungry to resist? Well... yes, in some way, the fact that your stomach is empty could be some sort of reassurance for you when you are afraid of throwing up. But you do realize you can't go on like this, right? You're losing weight, and it's not going to stop if you keep eating like this. Or rather, “non-eating” like this.

*Relieved* Sigh, I’m glad it’s not always like this, and this is just the worse it can get. In fact, now that I think about it, when we started dating I don’t remember you avoiding eating this much. I mean, yes, we usually ate at home and when we ate outside you always got something light.

It was more problematic before meeting me? I’m happy to know that you were able to deal with it in the past, at least for a while. So… is it just a relapse? Or maybe what you tried before wasn’t enough?

I see… Okay, so, hear me out. You already did it once anyway, and... I’m sure it’s hard. Because, when you are scared of… I don’t know, a dog maybe? Or a spider? You can run away, and the problem ends there. But… [sad chuckle] you’re right, you can’t run away from you stomach. It’s always there and… you have to learn to live with it.

Oh, honey, I figured. I’m sure you love food, and it’s frustrating for you too having to give up what you love because of your phobia. I’m sure you’re telling the truth, because when we talk about your favorite food, I can see the light in your eyes, but it… vanishes after a few seconds, because you probably think something like “I won’t be able to eat it anyway”. It is difficult, but, the good news is… you can do this. You can eat, and 99,99% of the time you will be more than fine. Look at me: I don’t even remember the last time I felt sick. And what about you? You told me the last time you threw up was years ago. The chance of throwing up are close to zero when you don’t have any health issues and, trust me, if you had any serious health issues, you probably would have felt sick even without eating. So...

*Calm* Okay, First thing first, take a deep breath with me, so you can relax.

[Deep breath]

*Gentle* Good, now, let’s wipe those tears away… And… let’s do this: I’ll find a way to eat the leftovers tomorrow for lunch myself. I’m sure they’ll still be good. Tonight we’re getting a delivery of your favorite food instead, and...

Hey, honey, don’t say “no” right away. Try to change your thinking from “I can’t eat it” to “I am able to eat it. I can eat it. And I enjoy eating, because it’s my favorite food”. Remember that your body knows what it needs to be done, and when you give fuel to your body, there’s a very, very little chance that your body will send it back. Anxiety doesn’t help the hunger, I know, but trust me: you will be okay. Would I ever lie to you?

No, exactly. So: we’re getting a delivery of your favorite food...

Okay, you’re nodding now, good. Then, you just take one bite.

Yes, just one. And I’ll get just one bite too.

Then, we wait let’s say… 60 seconds. In the meantime you can take deep breaths, drink a sip of water, or just… watch tv with me. Then, we take another bite. Slowly, chewing as much as possible, and then another pause. You can also hold my hand during all of this whenever you feel the anxiety coming, ‘cause I’ll be with you for each bite.

We’ll keep eating just one bite at a time, until you feel relaxed enough to eat a little bit on your own, or until you feel satisfied.

And, when we’re done, we can drink something warm that will help your digestion. Not that it really needs any help, because your body can do anything on its own, but it will be helpful for your brain. Because knowing it will help your digestion, it will make you relax a little bit. And, if you relax too, that will truly help even more. Okay? Do you want to try this with me? I won’t force you eat anything you don’t want, and we’ll stop when you will say so. I’m sure you will do your best, because that’s one of the many reasons why I admire you.

*Relieved* Good. [Kiss]

Mh-mh, I’m glad you will talk to your doctor about it. Remember that you are not alone in this, and if you need help of any kind when you need to eat, I’ll be here for you. I’m… just glad you told me before it was too late. [Kiss] I just want you to feel calm and serene whenever and whatever you eat. If you already found a way to do it in the past, I’m sure you will do it again.

And when you least expect it, I’m sure you will find the joy in eating once again. Until then… I’ll be with you, for each step of the way.

You’re welcome, sweetheart… [Kiss] I love you too.