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[A4M] Father [Horror] [Demon possession] [Exorcism] [Religion] [Father Listener] [Exorcist Listener] [Child to Listener Speaker] [Possessed Speaker] [Strong Language] [Cheating Spouse] [Extra Voices] [Story]

Storyline- Do you even believe in what you say every time you stand before your church, reading from the word of God? Does your congregation even believe it? Your own child doesn't. They can't even look at you.

With your sins? Who could blame them! You broke your family in half; you abandoned them. It's no wonder they sought comfort elsewhere. So what if it were the voices from the depths…They actually listen to them. They are the ones that are always there for them.

And now look at you, pretending to finally give a fuck about them. "Fighting for their soul?".... don't make me laugh…Father.

(The Speaker is not a kid kid, I would say in their late teens or early twenties) Whenever you see (him/her) (he/she), etc. That's for the Speaker's gender.)

Rules:

[ Not a rule, but I apologize in advance for any spelling mistakes you may find ]  

-Give credit to me, please, and thank you (Mystic Grove Audio)

-This script is free to use for monetization

-You can improvise and add things if you wish, like if you like a script but it seems to be tailored to a certain gender: change it so it fits what you like! But please, still give credit

-You can share the script outside of Archive, but again, please give credit

-If you make an audio/video, send me a link! I would love to see your work!

-Have Fun!

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[Knock on the Door, footsteps, and the Door is opened.]

Elderly Neighbor: [Cheerful] Hello Father! I just wanted to stop by and see how you are doing! We've been missing you as of late. You and Aiden [Pause] how has (he/she) been? 

[Listener speaks, saying they have just been sick]

Elderly Neighbor: [Concerned] Sick? Oh, I hope it isn't anything serious. Mrs. Blatty told me that Aiden hasn't been seen out and about for a few days. What a time to pick for getting ill. But I suppose that explains both of your disappearances. You might be a priest, but you are still a father to that sweet (boy/girl).

Elderly Neighbor: Oh! It must be so difficult! So many responsibilities! So many burdens! A man of God and a single father! But I bet it would be ten times as worse if Aiden was still a wee little tyke!

[The sound of a muffled scream from Aiden and something heavy falling]

Elderly Neighbor: [Shocked] Goodness me! What was that!

[Listener says it was the TV]

Elderly Neighbor: [Unsure] O-oh, the TV? [Pause] Well, I suppose young folks and their shows, not even being sick can keep them apart [Nervous laugh]

Elderly Neighbor: And what about you, Father? You aren't looking very well. Pale and, I dare say, clammy. Don't tell me you got sick as well- [Cut off]

[Another muffled scream from Adine, more of an angry scream]

[Speaker says they have to go now]

Elderly Neighbor: [Talking quickly, since the Door is quickly being closed on them] O-oh! You have to go back in now?! W-well, I understand, but if there is anything you need- [Cut off again, as Door is shut]

Elderly Neighbor: [Muffled from behind the Door] G-goodbye Father, we'll be praying for you and Aiden.

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[Don’t have extra voices or don’t want to use extra voices, just skip and start here]

[Footsteps, walking up the stairs, Aiden's voice is muffled behind a door. Fades in as Listener gets closer]

Aiden: Thy kingdom come, thy will be done. On earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day, our daily bread-

[Door opens; Aiden's voice is normal]

Aiden: [Slight Whisper] And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And leave us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

Aiden: [Weak] See, Dad, I said my prayers . [Whimper] Please, untie me. The ropes are starting to hurt. 

[Listener says no]

Aiden: [Hurt] N-no?! What do you mean- [Pause, on the verge of tears] I did what you wanted, you fucking psycho!! Let me go! Please!

[Listener says they didn't finish the last part.]

Aiden: Th-The last part? [In pain and crying] It's just one word!! S-so what if I forgot to say it! Dad, please!! Let me go! [Gasp in pain] L-look at the ropes; they are cutting my wrists!

[Listener still refuses. Struggling rope sound effects]

Aiden: [Crying, begging ] Please! Please!!! [Slight anger] I hate you!! You psycho bastard!! I hate you, and I hope the cops shoot you in the fucking head!!! I hope when everyone finds out what you're doing to me, they'll tear you apart!!

[Hysterical crying, more rope struggling sounds.]

[The crying dies down slowly, turning into some whimpers and heavy breathing, which then turns into a dark chuckle and laughter.]

Aiden: [Normal, upbeat and cocky] Really? Nothing!? Not even the batting of an eye! Damn, Father, you are as cold as stone. But I guess I couldn't expect much from the likes of you.

[Some rope straining sound effects]

Aiden: Think of the headline when the vultures get a peak at this view ~ "A Father that truly touches all of his children" [Dark Laughter]. Go on! All this setup needs now is a gag! You priests are some kinky fucks.

[Listener does the sign of the cross]

Aiden : Getting started already, are we? [Pause] Oh! Oh! I know the next part. In the name of The Creare, The Tongue, and the [Slight demonic voice] Bastard Son!

Aiden : [Normal voice] Oooo~ If looks could kill Father! What? You don't like my rendition? Don't take it to heart~ Words are just words; they don't matter.

Aiden: And how many words have you said that was nothing more than a mere gust of wind? Standing upon the altar, you see nothing but dead eyes and yawns. Your flock would rather dance with the wolves that follow a man in ruin. And they weren't the only ones [Pause]. How many promises have you made to (him/her) that you let crumble?

[Listener says it was complicated]

Aiden: Ahhh [Pause] it was "Complicated" [Pause] Sticking your dick in a whore while your wife lay dying isn't "Complicated," Father. [Dark Laughter] But maybe it was, how I heard it: Your little friend was having some trouble getting up~ Must have been having a lapse in memory! After all, your selfish wife was performing so poorly in her duties for so long!

[Listener slaps them]

Aiden: [In pain, whimpering] Ah!! [Meek] I-I'm sorry… I'm sorry! [Crying softly] I didn't m-mean- [Cut off-Choked sob turned into a cough and gasping]

Aiden: [Low growling, turned into dark chuckle] Finally! A little bit of emotion! Did it feel good to put your naughty child in (his/her) place?  

[Listener says you aren't his child]

Aiden: I'm not your (son/daughter)? Oh, but Father, I could be so much better! [Sicking sweet] I will do all that you will ask of me! I will give you all of my love, and I will be yours! You don't need this ungrateful creatine. The things (he/she) said about you behind your back- [Condescending] I dare not repeat it to a holy man!  

Aiden: But [Pause] you aren't really all that pious, are you, Father. You abandoned (him/her) because you are a coward. And when you came back, you thought all was forgiven. [Pause, upbeat voice] You became a priest! You would slave away before the feet of The Creare, and that shall earn you favor! [Laugh] You stupid, stupid [Demonic growl] stupid bastard!

[Sound of something heavy falling and the straining of the ropes]

Aiden: [Still in a demonic tone] Seeking forgiveness in the wrong place! (He/She) HATES you! Despises and resents you! Wishing (he/she) was a dry stain on a bed sheet, then drawing breath in your house!

Aiden: [Southern Accent, sounding like you are mimicking a woman] Hello there, Mister~ what's a guy like you drinking your sorry ass into oblivion for? Don't you know misery loves company! Why not come over and join my friends~ Come on! Follow me, you [More demonic] fucking pig!!

Aiden: [Laughing] That's what your sweet child called you! A pathetic pig! [Laughing] A pig rutting through the sows! [Laughter and Demonic pig squealing]

[Listener asks what they want with their child]

Aiden: [Condescending] What do we want? Why, only what a true father would want! To give them love~ to dry their tears, and whisper comforts in their ears. Such sorrow in the sweet (boy's/girl's) heart! What kind of father would ignore that!

Aiden: [Normal voice, sounds strained] Oh Papa ~ don't look so sad! I have a new father to look after me! They brought me their father. Every night, he would come when my heart was crying. Their father gave me his love. I-I didn't want it at first. It hurt [Pause] It hurt so much-But it felt good after a while! And that's what love should feel like! Right? It hurts… [Pause] it hurts, it hurts, it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts [Brakes down into crying]

[Water being sprinkled/splashed, sizzling. A sudden storm seems to roll in.] 

[Some glass being shattered, something heavy being moved. Ropes being strained]

Aiden: [Demonic Scream of pain] OH YOU FUCKING BASTARD!! [Struggling to speak] (He/She) doesn't WANT you!! (He/She) doesn't WANT to be saved!! [Laughter] 

[Listener starts to speak] 

Aiden: [Spitting on Listener] Say your little words! He will be deaf to you!! You pig! [Wince/hisses in pain] 

[Sprinkling of more Holy Water, sizzling] 

Aiden: [In Pain] Burns!!! [Cry of pain, normal voice] It burns!! Why!! Why are you doing this to me! Father? I-Is this fun for you!! Do you enjoy twisting my insides? [Shudder breath of pain] I hate you…I hate you so much…

[Sound of bones being broken; the wooden cross falls to the floor] 

Aiden: [Laughter, back to demonic voice] What's wrong, Father? Can't hold your little sticks with twisted fingers!! Awwww, [Pause] Go on! Pick it up and try again!!

Aiden: Tsk Tsk, Father…using your left hand? Don't you know that's the Devil's hand? 

[Sounds of bones being broken again, and the cross is dropped a second time.] 

Aiden: Oh…you poor pig. [Pause] No, no! Don't get up! 

[A body hitting the floor]

Aiden: A pig stays on all fours! Now go on! Crawl! Crawl away like you did from (son/daughter); crawl away like you did from your wife! And from everything else in your pitiful life! You seek redemption for your sins, Father? [Whisper as if it's right in the Listener's ear] Suck the barrel of a gun and beg your master for it from hell!

[Laughter and demonic pig squealing. More things breaking and falling. Storm and strong winds. Fast heartbeat: soon all fade]

[Silence]

Voice(Female or Male): [Soft whisper] My grace is all you need, for my power is the greatest when you are weak.

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-Optional lines start here-

[Silence, until a woman humming "What child is this?" And a soft heart monitor in the background fades in]  

Ruth: [Humming stops, kind tone] Why are you looking at me like that? 

[Listener asks like what?]

Ruth: [Soft laugh] Well, like you are worried! [Soft laugh] I wish I could worry like you, [In a joking manner] they probably would have found it sooner if I had- [Cut off] 

[Listener speaks]  

Ruth: [Remorseful] I'm sorry, I shouldn't be joking about it…[Sad sigh, Pause ] Do you know why I love you? Why I agreed to marry you all those years ago? [Soft laughter] I don't think even my parents could figure it out. We were complete opposites when we met. But I always saw how strong you were-[Cut off]

[Listener speaks, saying they are not strong]  

Ruth : [Slightly angry] Don't say that!

[Listener speaks]  

Ruth: [Sad tone] Honey…[Pause, kinder tone] You didn't let me finish. You always had this strength about you, I know you never shared my faith, but I think that's what made you so resolved in what you knew. Once your mind was set on something, you always followed through: no matter the outcome. And that has always comforted me, if I ever felt lost I knew you would lead me back home.

[Listener speaks]  

Ruth:   You're right. [Pause] But you can still be the man I know you are. Just not for me [Pause] but for (him/her).

[Sound of fabric shifting]

[Ruth giving Listener a soft kiss]

Ruth: [Soft whisper] My grace is all you need, for my power is the greatest when you are weak.

-Optional lines end here-

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[Snap back with the Sound of the storm and a strange low rumbling] 

Aiden: [Croaking out] Are you still there, Father? Come now, we were just having some fun, no need to take it to heart [Croaking laugh]

[Finger being snapped back into place]

Aiden: [Confused] What are you doing?

[A few more fingers popped back into place.]

Aiden: Oooo~ fixing your fingers? Or just enjoying the feeling? You should have told me you were a little bit of a masochist! We would have happily given you more-

[Listener starts speaking]

Aiden: [Taken Aback] T-Trying again? Well, go and lift your sticks! We'll see how much you love to suffer like the Carpenter you so dearly hold!

[Breaking bones]

Aiden: [Slightly angry, a little concerned] Enough, Father!! That was your arm; your neck will snap next if you don't shut your cock sucking mouth!!

[Listener continues] 

[Room starts to shake]

Aiden: [Screeching in pain] She knew, pig! Your wife always knew what you did with that sow! Doing this won't bring forgiveness! It won't bring redemption! You'll fail, and she'll laugh at you! In the end, you'll be screaming as you claw your throat out from hell, and she'll laugh at you!

[Listener is still talking]

Aiden: [Scared and in pain] Shut up!!! Shut up, you worthless pig!!!! never get your (son/daughter) back!! [Cry and demonic screeching in pain]  This soul is ours! [Struggling with rope, sudden crack of a bone] This body is ours [More bone cracking] And we will break every bone! We will twist every gut inside of (him/her)!! Bring (him/her) all to ruin!!

[The Room is shaking, rope snapping] 

[Demonic screams of pain, The Sound of light bulbs exploding. Then all the noise starts to slowly fade out.]

Aiden: [Cries of pain, turning into just crying. No more demon voice] I-I can't see….I can't see! [Pause] D-Dad?-Dad?! Wh-why can't I see?! [Crying] Help me, so-someone help me…please, dad, don't leave me!  

[Speaker still crying. Slow noises of Listener getting to his feet, slowly walking on glass. Then, quickly running over. Fabric rustling as Listener pulls Speaker close]

Aiden: [Scared] D-Dad? That's you…right? Is it you? [Pause] I'm sorry… I'm so sorry. I hated you, fo-for what you did to mom… but I swear! I never wanted th-this! I never wanted to hurt-

[Listener Speaks] 

Aiden: B-but how can you say that "it's alright?" What I said-What I did to you!

[Listener Speaks] 

Aiden: [Confused] That wasn't me? [Tired] It felt like me, so many me's, screaming and screaming and screaming! [Pause] But now, I can hear my voice. Everything is so quiet…quiet. [Pause] Dad? I can see [Trailing off] 

[Listener asks for what this sees. Off in the distance, police sirens are starting to arrive.]

Aiden: [Weak and tired] I can see Mom; she's saying, "It's going to be okay Aiden, it's going to be okay. " [Pause] Is that true?

[Listener says he believes so] 

Aiden: [Calm] Yeah [Pause] I think so too [Soft and weak] I'm tired… [A little frightened] Dad? Are you still there?  

[Listener says yes]

Aiden: I just wanted to make sure; I missed your voice [Softer and fading]. I'm tired [trailing off] 

[Police sirens are at the house, and someone is banging on the Door.]

The End

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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.

Rules:

[ Not a rule, but I apologize in advance for any spelling mistakes you may find ]  

-Give credit to me, please, and thank you (Mystic Grove Audio)

-This script is free to use for monetization

-You can improvise and add things if you wish, like if you like a script but it seems to be tailored to a certain gender: change it so it fits what you like! But please, still give credit

-You can share the script outside of Archive, but again, please give credit

-If you make an audio/video, send me a link! I would love to see your work!

-Have Fun!

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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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[M4F] Ill Met by Moonlight - Part Two  [M4A] [Fantasy-themed roleplay] [Drama] [Romance] [Inner-monologue] [Reverse Care]

Storyline- After the witch, Lucas, had found his sacrifice, he puts her to rest, and then he himself goes to sleep. After all, there are now only a few days left until the new moon and the night of the ritual. After a strange dream, Lucas awakes to find the Listener in good spirits and their leg nearly healed. Which was odd because Lucas had yet to fully heal that leg. As the two talk over breakfast, the Witch begins to worry if he can keep his little bird still in her cage.

Part One

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[ There is a calm and soft wind blowing by; it's a spring morning, and the birds are singing off in the design. Someone is brushing Lucas's hair and humming ]

Lucas: [ In a soft tone, not sad but a little disappointed ] This is a dream… isn't it

Beloved: [ A little giggle ] Yes, I am afraid so. Are you disappointed?

Lucas: [ Deep sigh ] No…When I see your face, how can I be?

Beloved: Good, [ She leans down and kisses his head ] then let this dream continue in sweet bliss~

Lucas: For now, but it won't be a dream for long; I promise you

Beloved: [ Her tone of voice is soft but worried ] Lucas…please don't

Lucas: [ Nerves laugh ] What? What are you talking about?

Beloved: This ritual of yours, don't do it…please…

Lucas: But I'm doing it for you, for us. No longer will you haunt me in dreams, but you will be by my side, in flesh and blood!

Beloved: [Sad and worried] Lucas, please…

Lucas: It will be just like the days before [Pause, then said softer] before I lost you! We will be happy!

Beloved: [Angry sounding] Lucas!

[Beloved's voice is drowned out as there is a clap of thunder, startling Lucas awake]

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[A soft, forest-like soundscape, bubbling brook and birds singing. That fades out as a thunderstorm rolls in. Then, a very loud crack of thunder startled Lucas awake. ] 

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Lucas: [Frantic] My Love!!

[There is a storm outside Lucas's cottage. The Cat meows in response]

Lucas: [Confused] That…that cat from before? [Takes a deep breath] How on earth did you get in here, my friend?

[Cat meows and hops off the bed; Lucas follows them into the kitchen where Listener is cooking]

Lucas: [Slightly surprised] My-my dear? What on earth are you doing up? You-You should be resting that leg of yours.

Lucas: [To himself] Her leg healed faster than I thought…I was sure I didn't focus on the healing spell that long-

[Lucas's stomach growls]

Lucas: [Slightly embarrassed] Ah! Forgive me...might I know what it is that you are making? It smells wonderful!

[Listener answers, they are making pancakes]

Lucas: Pancakes? [Surprise chuckle] Well, that is something I haven't had in many years; I tend to make simpler things for breakfast, porridge, and the like.

[More kitchen noise, the kitchen utensils taping on plates as pancakes are transferred onto a plate]

Lucas: Well, they look wonderful-

[Lucas gets cut off as Listener lightly smacks his hand away from the plate]

Lucas: [Caught off guard] Wh-what was that for? I thought you were done?

[Listener speaks]

Lucas: [Being shooed off] Okay, okay, I'll go sit down! [Slightly playful] Forgive me, my dear. I didn't take you for the bossy type.

[Kitchen sounds]

Lucas: [Inner thoughts] Something strange is at play here [Pause] That spell was only to ease the pain, but she still has a limp, so perhaps-[Cut off]

[Cat meows]

Lucas: [Annoyed 'Tsk]

Lucas: [Clearing his throat] My dear, how are you feeling? How is your leg?

[Listener speaks]

Lucas: Still sore, I see, Well! Then allow me to make you an herbal blend! Something that will help.

Lucas: [Inner thoughts] And something that should put you right back into that bed! I will not have you escape my grasp, not when the ritual night is close!

[Lucas gets up and walks over to his glass containers. Glass being moved around]

Lucas: [Under his breath] Damn it!

[Listener speaks]

Lucas: What? No-no, it's nothing. I just need to go out into the garden and restock a few herbs for that blend.

[Listener speaks]

Lucas: Ah, don't worry, my dear, the rain won't cause me to melt! [Short Laugh] I will be fine!

[Lucas walks, opens a door to the stormy outside, and walks out into the garden.]

Lucas: [Mumbling, annoyed]

[Rustling of plants, sudden thunderclap, and strike of lightning on a tree. A Branch falls onto Lucas]

Lucas: [Cry of pain] Ah!

[Ringing ears and the rest of the sounds have been muffled for a moment]

[Listener comes running out of the house]

Lucas: [Struggling a little] N-no, I am fine, just go back into the cottage- [Sharp intake] Ah! My-my damn shoulder!

[Listener tries to help]

Lucas: I said I was fine! I don't need help with my- [Angry] Don't touch me!! Get away from me! Go!

[Lucas shoves Listener and is trying to get to his feet, only to stumble and fall again]

Lucas: [Frustrated] Ah! Damn it!!

[Pause]

Lucas: [Bitter] I told you to leave me…

[Listener helps Lucas to his feet and leads him back into the cottage. Sitting him down on a chair, the fire sounding a little louder]

Lucas: What is that smell- [Shocked] The fire!

[Listener quickly runs over, trying to put the fire out, which they succeed in]

Lucas: [Bitter] What beautiful blessings the sprites give me! First, my shoulder, and now you almost burn my house down!

Lucas: [Sharp intake of air] N-no, I don't think it's broken.

[Shirt being removed]

Lucas: Wh-what are you doing?! I can remove my own shirt!

Lucas: [Grunting in pain, struggling with the Shirt] S-see?! [Letting out a gasp] Alright [Pause], fine, could you…please help…

[Shirt removed]

Lucas: [Grunt in pain] Y-yes, that doesn't look good-Ahh! Don't touch it!

[Footsteps]

Lucas: Where are you going?

[Glass containers being moved]

Lucas: [Taken aback] Well, yes, arnica and moon moss do work well with swelling

[Water being poured, and a wooden bowl is scraped, then the paste is applied to Lucas's shoulder]

Lucas: [Wince] N-no, you are being gentle. I just didn't realize how cold moon moss could be.

[Listener whispers something]

Lucas: [Surprises] What did you say?

[Listener says nothing, walking away]

Lucas: [Inner thought] That was most definitely a-[Cut himself off] No, no, that's not possible. No mortal would dare utter something like that, especially a child of a Witch Hunter. And yet…

Lucas: [Taking a sigh] Tell me, where did you learn about moon moss? It's not a common herb used by most mort-[Clearing throat] by most people. I once heard the Council call it the "Devil's Tears."

[Listener speaks]

Lucas: A friend? Keeping odd company, I see [Chuckle]

[Listener frowns]

Lucas: W-wait! I meant no offenses. I'm [Pause and sigh] sorry, I am sorry for many things. My actions towards you have been very uncalled for. I had no right to shove you like that or..or yell at you. And I am sorry my own brashness caused you to burn that wonderful breakfast.

[Plate being placed on the table]

Lucas: You say it's still salvageable? My dear, I say this with as much respect as I can muster. It looks like dragon droppings.

[Pause, before laughter]

Lucas: [Laughing] No? Then, by all means, why not take a bite?

[Pause, before crunchy chewing]

Lucas: [Playful] My dear, it looks like you are trying to swallow gravel. It hurts too much to watch, please. Stop.

Lucas: I can see that smile; you know I'm right

[Listener speaks]

Lucas: No, no, please don't apologize. It's quite alright. Here, let me check in the- [Tries to stand up, only wince in pain] Ah! Turned too quickly on that one.

[Listener speaks]

Lucas: I was trying to get up and see if I still had my jar of dried fruits in the pantry.

[Listener walks to the pantry and opens the door]

Lucas: My dear, please, let me look for them. I am the one who should be looking after you, not the other way around.

[Listener says they don't mind]

Lucas: Well, if you insist.

[Listener walks back over and opens the jar]

Lucas: [Deep breath] Ah, apricots, I haven't had these in ages, in fact [Pause, softly] I think this the last jar they made [Trail off]

[Listener asks if "they" was the one that used to go to the festival with]

Lucas: [Softly] Yes…they were the ones I used to go to the festival with [Pause], the one that isn't around anymore. Yes.

[Listener asks if they are dead]

Lucas: [Getting a little more upset] Yes, they died

[Listener asks how]

Lucas: [Upset] What are you?! A Red Inquisitor?! What business of yours to pry and pry!!?

[Listener apologizes, and saying they understand]

Lucas: No! No, you don't understand! You understand nothing!! [Braking down] You don't know what it's like to be helpless! You don't know what it's like to be afraid! To return to a pile of ash that was the home you had built together! To see…to see a corpse so bloated as it hangs in the tree that you can't even recognize those eyes you fell in love with! You understand nothing!

[Getting to his feet, wincing in pain]

Lucas: [Inner thought] But you will. I'll make you understand!

[Walking into another room, slamming the door, leaving Listener alone]

End of Part 2

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She wants to see the world~

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She'll kill for you.... without you even asking. So be sure not to use mixed signals with her

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[A4A] Cat Tails-Part One [A4A] [Personal Attention] [Medical Exam] [Neko Listener] [Anxiety relief] [Rescuing] [Extra Voices]

Storyline- Nekos have always had it rough; some can be pets and servants to owners who love them…more or less… while the rest can be the hottest item on the black market. Organ trafficking rings seem to have found another use for some unfortunate nekos. HPO or “Hybrid Protection Organization” have been trying to track down and end one of these rings for months, and they finally get their chance after a tip-off leads them to the trafficking ring's front door. As they manage to bust in, they are met with a lot of death and a lot of nekos who desperately need help; one of the Officers comes across an injured neko, refusing to leave the side of their friend.

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[ Creepy dark ambiance mixed with a city warehouse, the traffickers are dragging a few cages into their "operation room," Neko Listener is going crazy in their cage ]

Goon One: I said, SHUT UP!

[ The cage is struck ]

Goon Two: Get this one out and on table one, and get that one out and ready on table two

[Cage door is open, struggling sounds]

Neko Friend : No...No!! Le-let me go!!

Goon One: Stop struggling, you stupid half-breed!!!

Neko Friend: No!! Please!!

[Straps being put in place to keep Neko Friend in place. Sound of Medical tools being placed on a table]

Goon Two: Shit…

Goon One: What's wrong?

Good Two: We've run out of sedatives [Pause, Sigh] Just make sure the little freak is strapped down good; I don't want it moving around too much. The boss will dock our pay if the organs are damaged.

[Cage door is opened]

Listener: [Hisses]

Goon One: Out you go!

[Struggling noise]

Goon One: [Struggling to get Listener under control] Ah! Stop it!! Just stay still!! Enough!

Neko Friend: [Let's out a cry of pain]

Goon Two: Shit!! I thought I told you to strap this one down good!!

Goon One : [Still struggling with Listener] Well, just give me a second!! And I'll fix it- [Listener bites them ] AHHH!! You little shit…it bit me!!

[Goon One smacks Listener, then running sound]

Goon Two: Now look at what you--Catch it, you idiot!!

[Gunshots and yelling from somewhere off in the Warehouse]

Goon One: What was that!?

Goon Two: Don't worry about it! Just get that neko!

Jenna/James: [Muffled] HPO! On the ground now!!

Goon Two: Oh, forget this!! I'm not going down for this crap!

[Running away sound effect, more muffled gunshots, and yelling]

Goon One: [To Listener] Count your days half-breed… I'm coming back for you!

Listener: [Hisses]

[Running away sound effect. Listener trying to unstrap Neko Friend]

Neko Friend: [Weakly] I…I feel…cold…it hurts…

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[Outside city soundscape. Radio beep]

Jenna/James: [Talking into a Radio] Okay guys, ready on my single…and remember, if you can try and get some of the perps, but our main goal is getting as many of the nekos as possible.

Jenna/James: Alright, Go!

[Radio beep]

[Running sound, doors being busted open, some gun fire]

Jenna/James: HPO! On the ground now!!

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[Sounds fade out, then back in with more police chatter]

[Radio beep]

Jenna/James : [Talking into radio] No worries, Cindy, I'm just going to do one more sweep to make sure we got everyone, but take the more critical nekos back to the clinic now. Thanks.

[Radio beep]

Jenna/James: [Under breath] Alright, let's get going

[Footsteps, warehouse sounds]

Jenna/James: God, it smells like death here…which isn't so far-fetched. Neko Organ trafficking is messy, rotten stuff . [Sad] I wonder, how man y- [Cut themselves off] No, I can't think too much about that. Right now, I need to focus on the survivors.

[Something falling over]

Jenna/James: What was that? [Notices something] Blood trail? Looks like someone was dragged; hmmm…it goes this way.

[Walking, door opening, Something shuffling]

Listener: [Growls and Hisses]

Jenna/James: Whoa, whoa… it's okay; I'm not here to hurt you, see? I'm putting my weapon away and-Ah! Hey! No need to take a swipe at me like that [Pause] But I get your point. I'll take a few steps away from you .

Jenna/James : I'll just crouch down here, okay? I won't move any closer. [Thinking to themselves] You look okay, a few surface bruising and scratches, and judging by your attitude, you still got some spunk left in ya [soft chuckle] Easey now neko, I said I wasn't gonna get any closer, I know you older ones have some pretty sharp claws. But I really think I should have a look at your friend there.

Jenna/James: Your friend is in some pretty rough shape, [Sharp intake] They are losing blood, and judging by how hard you are pressing against the wound, you know that.  

Jenna/James : [Soft and gentle] I know you don't trust me, and for good reason. Some pretty shitty humans did some pretty shitty things to you. It wasn't the best introduction to my species, I know. But if you don't let me help your friend, I don't think they'll make it past the night. You understand that, don't you?

[Linster seems to stand down a little]

Jenna/James : [To themselves] Okay, ears are going from down to up…their body is untensing itself. Those are all good signs.

Jenna/James: I'm going to get closer; my name is [ Jenna/James ], and I'm just here to help.

[Rustling in a bag]

Listener: [Growls]

Jenna/James: Ah, ah! I'm just reaching for some gauze , it shouldn't take us too long to get back to the other's, but I want to make sure I get your friend in a somewhat stable condition. [Deep Sigh] This is going to be a big ask, but can you move your hands from the wound? Just for a second, I'm going to press the gauze down .

[Listener does so]

Jenna/James: Thank you.

[Sound of gauze or fabric being shifted and pressed]

Neko Friend: [Whimpers]

Jenna/James: [Gently to Neko Friend] I know, I know. It doesn't feel nice; just hang on for a little longer. Your friend is still here; they haven't left your side, okay, kitten? Just hang on.

Jenna/James: I'm gonna have to do another big ask. May I carry them?

[Listener agrees]

Jenna/James: Thank you [To Neko Friend] alright, ready, I gonna lift you up on three, one, two, three-

[Lifts Neko Friend up, fabric sounds]

Jenna/James: Now, please follow behind. I know you don't have a lot of faith in me, but I don't want to have and try and chase while I'm carrying your friend. Okay?  

[Walking sounds, then everything fades out, and the city night soundscape fades back in. The ambulance door is shut and then drives away with a siren]

Jenna/James: I'm sorry you can't go with your friend, but I promise you are in good hands. Now let's- [Notices Listner trying to sneak off] Hey! What did I say about trying to run off? I need to make sure you are okay. Surface scraps are one thing, but internal wounds are a whole other mess! [Annoyed Sigh] Just, please sit on the curb.

Listener: [Growls]

Jenna/James : Okay, how about this, if you behave, I'll give you some smoked salmon; I always keep some in my car for nekos who behave.

Listener: [Cute Meow]

Jenna/James : [Laugh] Oh ho ho! Bringing out the innocent act, are we? Well, as long as you behave while I look you over, I'll hold up my end of the bargain .

[Blanket being shifted]

Jenna/James: Don't worry, it's just a trauma blanket; you are shivering .

[Listener speaks]

Jenna/James: [Repeating what Listener said] You aren't afraid, just cold- [Surprised] Oh! You just spoke! That's good! It's really good… [Calmer and kinder], but please don't feel like you need to talk. After what you've been through, it's okay to just sit and be silent; it helps to decompress things.

[Blanket is wrapped around Listener]

Jenna/James: And the Blanket can help you, too. It'll keep you warm.

[Rustling through a bag]

Jenna/James : Alright, this is a pen light; I want you to face me but follow the light with your eyes.

[Pen light click]

Jenna/James: [Trying to stop Listener from grabbing the light] Ah! Hey! No grabbing! I said just follow-hey! [Laughing slightly] Come on catto! Settle back down, and just follow the light with your eyes. Face forward and follow.

Jenna/James: [Softly] Good..okay, we are going to go this way….good, good. Look up for me…then look down, back up…aanndd…great! Nothing seems amiss.

[Pen light clicked off]

Jenna/James: Now, I know you can understand me, [chuckle] It's the listening part that we have a problem with. Anyways, I still want to make sure your ears will react properly to noise, so just sit tight.

[Finger snapping on the left ear and right ear]

Listener: [Hisses]

Jenna/James : Ah! Sorry, didn't mean to get that close, but ear flicks are a good sign, so no worries there. But now I need to move a little closer and…well, I need to touch you.

Listener: [Growls and hisses]

Jenna/James: [Trying to calm Listener down]  I know, I know. You don't want to be touched for obvious reasons…and I really don't want to have my eyes scratched out for other obvious reasons. But I need to make sure nothing is broken and if anything needs stitches. I promise I will go slow and gentle, [Pause] But, I won't start until you say it's okay.

[Listener agrees]

Jenna/James: Thank you.

[Sound effect and checking limbs to see if they are broken]

Jenna/James: Nothing feels broken on this arm; let me see about the other one

[Sound effect and checking limbs to see if they are broken]

Jenna/James: [Sharp intake] Sorry, sorry. It hurts. I can tell [Pause] Yeah, this feels a little…off. The bruising is a pretty dark shade of purple ... do me a favor; open and close your hand. [Pause, to themselves] A little bit of a difficulty, we'll keep an eye on that.

[Rustling in the bag]

Jenna/James: This might feel cold. I'm going to listen to your heart and lungs; ready? [Pause] Okay, just breathe normally for a second.

Jenna/James: [A little concerned] Hmmm…let me listen to your lungs, turn around for me. [Pause] Okay, deep breathe in, then out. [Pause] Breathe in again, then out [Pause] One more time [Pause, then sounding concerned] Does it hurt…to take deep breaths?

[Listener says it does]

Jenna/James : It does…yeah, judging by the sound I was hearing, I thought it might [Deep Sigh], but we can't be sure until we do some X-Rays back at the clinic. Speaking of which, I am all done, and you deserve that treat I promised. Come on, let's get to my truck.

[Walking, then car door opening]

Jenna/James: Hop in the back [Pause, gently]. I know, catto, you still don't trust me. But I need to get you back to the clinic [Thinking on to convince them]. If your friend wakes up and doesn't see you, think about how scared they might be.

[Listener hops into the car]

Jenna/James : Cross my heart, I'll get you to them. But first-

[Car door closed, another is opened, and Jenna/James gets into the driver's seat, the door closes, and the car starts]

Jenna/James: It's time for that smoked salmon I promised-

[Plastic container being opened, and Listener trying to get into the front seat]

Jenna/James: Uh! H-hey! What are you doing? Just stay back there, and I'll- [giving up] oh fine, whatever, you can hang out with me in the front seat. Here .

[Listener eats the fish]

Jenna/James : Hey! Slow down there catto, you might choke! [Sigh] But I don't blame you. It's pretty good, right? Nothing beats wild-caught salmon smacked with aged apple wood. My dad's old recipe. [To themselves, sad tone] You poor neko, you probably haven't had a meal in a week…god, I can't even imagine what they put you through.

[Car driving]

Jenna/James : Mhm? What was that?

Jenna/James: Oh, you are welcome. But there really isn't any need to thank me. It's my job, and it's something very important to me. Some humans don't see much in you nekos. But sometimes, I think there's more humanity in your eyes than humans have in their entire soul.

Jenna/James: Aww, that was a big yawn. For how feisty you are, you can make the cutest faces .

Listener: [Growls]

Jenna/James : Okay, Okay…I get it. [Laugh] But still. Rest. You need to sleep, and I mean proper sleep. It'll be a few hours before we reach the clinic, so get some shut eyes for now.

Jenna/James: Yeah, just rest; here let me fix your Blanket [Pause, whisper]. Went out like a light faster than I thought, you poor thing. But don't worry. It's all over now. And I swear, I will never let any hurt you ever again, [More conviction] I swear.

The End

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It's the end...

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Welcome to the Wild West....we have Harpy-Girls

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My microphone died... :(

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You want a Vampire mom? Cuz ya gonna get a vampire mom.

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*Distorted "Under the Sea* played on a kazoo playing in the distance*

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Ghost Roommates are 100% cooler than Roommates....they just can't pay rent...

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"Why do you add so many sound effects to your audios?"

"HAHA!....I hate myself!!"

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Ashley is baaaaacckkk~

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[A4A] Withered Wishes in the Bloody Sea: Iron Lung Audio RP [A4A] [Iron Lung Fan Audio] [Horror] [Atmosphere heavy] [Story heavy]

Storyline-

After the remains of the SM-13 were discovered through satellite footage, curiosity has become peaked. The higher-ups couldn't wait to send the next Iron Lung down. This means another convict will have a chance to pay for their sins and earn their freedom; after all, what is the C.O.I. if not merciful…they are the Judge, Jury, and…Executioner. But this trip will be different; it seems the past will always follow you everywhere, even to the bottom of the Blood Ocean.

Rules:

[ Not a rule, but I apologize in advance for any spelling mistakes you may find ]  

-Give credit to me, please, and thank you (Mystic Grove Audio)

-This script is free to use for monetization

-You can improvise and add things if you wish, like if you like a script but it seems to be tailored to a certain gender: change it so it fits what you like! But please, still give credit

-You can share the script outside of Archive, but again, please give credit

-If you make an audio/video, send me a link! I would love to see your work!

-Have fun!

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[The sounds of water pressing against the outside walls of the Iron Lung as it sinks into the Blood Ocean, a few creaks and steam being let out as the intercom system crackles to life]

Intercom: [Crackly and slightly distorted] Closing the port front window, we will soon lose contact. Remember, convict, do your job [Intercom beings to get more distorted as the signal weakens] photograph the points, and you'll get to walk free- [Cuts out]

[The only Sound that can be heard is the Iron Long creaking under pressure. Convict beings to move the sub, pressing the buttons]

[There is a low moan coming from our side, the Iron Lung. Then there is a loud thump as the Iron Lungz shake the sub as it hits something big, and an even louder moan can be heard]

Warden: [Intercom crackles to life, the voice speaks jokingly] Whoa there, Convict, easy on the throttle! We don't want to hurt the big guy! He's one of the few friendlier things down here! Besides, panicking won't do you any good with that limited oxygen [Cuts]

[Convict speaks]

Warden: I'm going to assume you are talking, so let me just say: stop. This is a one-way communication system. The distance from you in the blood ocean to me in the orbiting satellite is too much of a gap for this cruddy system to handle both of our wavelengths. So the tech guys worked it so you can hear me, and I won't have to hear your final gasps of air while you're down there. Win-win! [Cuts]

[The moans and creaks of the Iron Lung can be heard, along with the outside water; something sounds like it just swam past]

Warden: Are you laughing? Cuz the last part was a joke [Pause] well, that part about you dying was; not the one-way communication. I honestly can't hear you sooo… [Cut]

[Convict curses at them]

Warden: I'm just going to assume you are laughing, which is awesome! Love it when people get off on the right foot right away. I think we are going to be great partners. Anyways, since everyone here just calls you Convict, I got my own cute nickname you will call me. The Warden. [Cut]

[Pause]

Warden: Or just Warden is fine; honestly doesn't matter because I can't hear you. My main goal is just to help you navigate the Blood Ocean of AT-5 by using the satellite's photosystem. After what happened to SM-8, the C.O.I. wants to keep a better [Jokeling said] "eye" on their subs now. [Cut]

[Pause]

Warden: Did ya catch that? That was a pun! [Pause, before a Sigh] Tough crowd…[Cut]

[Pause]

Warden: [Sigh] Okay…so you are going to want to take the sub three meters to the left, then up four; the satellite shows you got turned around from the original direction from the first marker [Cut]

[The muffled water sounds of the sub moving while inside the Convict is pressing the buttons]

Warden: Pause for a sec while I get the new batch of satellite photos [Cuts]

[Pause]

Warden: Uhhh…yeah, okay. [Pause] Keep going up for about five more meters, then turn to the right for about two, then up again [Thinking] , aannndd I think that should put you right next to the first marker! [Cut]

[The muffled water sounds of the sub moving while inside the Convict is pressing the buttons, something moaning off in the distance]

Warden: Okay, and pause for me [Cut]

[Pause]

Warden: You are right in front of it. Go ahead and take a photo [Cut]

[Convict presses the button for Iron to take a photo. Just as the photo sound effect plays, at the same time, the intercom comes on for a split second]

Warden: [Creepy, distorted, and soft-spoken. The signal is very weak] Our bones will never be seen; their purity will never be broken free by the rot and worms. The black void keeps a cruel and cold prison. [Cut]

[Pause]

Warden: [Normal voice, though sounding a little emotionless] How's that oxygen count? After you take that photo, you better get a move on. One down, only nine more to go~ [Cut]

[Pause]

Warden: Alrighty then, [Thinking] you are going to want to move ten meters to the left, then a hard right before going six meters up [Cut]

[Sound of the Iron Lung moving through the blood Ocean, Convict pressing the buttons, hissing of steam]

Warden: So I was looking at your personal record…and before you get mad and say, "Hey! That's private!": I'm bored up here, and you technically lost that privilege of privacy the moment you got arrested. [Cut]  

[Pause]

Warden: Anyways, did you know on your records they don't have your name written anywhere? It has your whole life story: You were born on the EDEN Space station, you were part of the raid on the Filament Station, and [Pause, low tone of voice, almost sadistic] You got a real nice kill count during those nine days on the station… a nice, pretty number, Convict .[Cut]

[Pause]

Warden: Yeah, all of this info, but not a single mention of a name. You are just "Convict-2 0 2 2" [Pause]. It's almost sad. [Pause, soft and kind] What is your name? Do you even remember how your mother said it? [Cut]

[Pause as Listener says their name]

Warden: [Kind in tone] That's good, I guess [Emotionless] I can't remember mine [Soft, manic laugh] Haha… isn't that funny? It can't be helped, I guess! [Cut]

[Pause, The ambiance of the Iron Lung moving through the water. There is the Sound of something scraping against the outside of the sub]

Warden: [Slight Panic] Whoa, whoa!! Convict, slow down! Stop the sub for a sec!! [Cut]

[Pause]

Warden: [Under breath] Shit! [To Convict] The photos show that you are riding right up against the rock wall! You need to turn left, then back right…then continue SLOWLY straight. It's gonna be a tight squeeze, but as long as you take it slow, we shouldn't have another SM-13 on our hands [Cuts]

[The ambiance of the Iron Lung moving through the water. A few scraps here and there]

Warden:   [To themselves, unknown, the intercom was turned on. Sad in tone] Oh...another one just went out [Cut]

[Pause]

Warden: Ah! Sorry, I didn't mean to turn that on [Pause]. I just saw a star echo go out. [Pause] Really crazy to think that one day, they'll all go. There used to be stars and planets, there used to be LIFE out here in space, and the Quiet Rapture took all of that away [Cut]

Warden: The old books said that the rapture was the mercy before the wrath of God, taking the good souls from the Earth and leaving the evil behind… ain't that something? I guess they were right. Nothing left but a few shitty space stations, filled with shitty people…in a vast ocean of withered stars that aren't even there anymore [Cut]

[Pause]

Warden: You know people on Earth used to make wishes on stars. I guess God didn't want to leave any loose ends when he took them… [Pause] Do you have a wish, Convict? [Cut]

[Pause]

Warden: Eh, better not tell me. If you tell someone your wish, then it won't come true. Old world rules, I guess… [Cut]

[Pause, more ambiance]

Warden: Right, the photos show that you should be coming towards that last stretch to the second marker; just keep going for about ten more meters [Cut]

[Pause, more ambiance]

Warden: Soo…you grew up in the EDEN Space station, right? [Cut]

[Pause]

Warden: I only ask cuz it's the only place left that has actual plant life growing. Living with the C.O.I., we don't have anything like that [Pause] . My whole life, I've never seen a real tree… [Cut]

[Pause]

Warden : Did you guys grow any dandelions? I noticed in the photo offered by your file that you are wearing a resin pendant with a dandelion seed in it. Now I know technically they are considered a weed, but they were my great grandma's favorite flower! [Cut]

[Pause]

Warden: She used to tell me all of the fascinating things a Dandelion can do. You could eat the flowers and leaves; you can even use the flowers to make wine and the roots for tea or medicine. And they could survive anywhere, just give them a grain of dirt, and they'll thrive, not to mention the little bastards were hard to kill [Sigh] . I guess we humans got something in common… [Cut]

[Pause]

Warden: [Sader in tone] My Grandma told me that you could make wishes on them too…once the flower does, it turns into this white, seed puff ball. She said if you blew on it, each seed would carry a wish for you. [More serious] You know, that pendant you have looks a lot like my grandma's. She gave it to me when she died [Slightly cheery in a creepy way], But it seems I lost it a long time ago, isn't that horrible of me? [Cut]

[Sound of the sub going through the water]

Warden: Pause [Cut]

[Sound of the Sub stopping]

Warden: Great, you are right on the point. Take the photo, check your oxygen, and then get going to the next marker [Cut]

[Convict presses the button to take a photo. Just as the sound effects of the photo being taken play: a very distorted voice on the radio]

Warden: [Very distorted, to the point it's hard to understand] You will have a burial at sea; the rust will seep into your lungs as your coffin sinks into the abyss. [Cut]

[Inhumane scream is heard outside the sub, and then something hits it, scratching against the side, while inside the sub, steam is released, as well warning noise is sounding off]

Warden: [Normal voice, freaked out] What the hell was that!?! [Cut]

[Pause]

Warden: [Under their breath] What the hell…? That's…no… that's not right [To Convict]. How the hell did you just get to the other side of the ocean? That's…[Pause] No..no, this isn't right, Convict just stay put for a second [Cut]

[The sub is still using its warning sounds, but then there is a knock coming from outside the sub]

Warden?: [Muffled, coming from outside, friendly in tone] Hey, Convict!?

[Pause]

Warden: [On the Intercom, soft tone] What….? [Cut]

Warden?: [Muffled, coming from outside, friendly in tone] Hey! Mind letting me in?

Warden: [Soft] That's…that's not me…[Cut]

[Knocking from outside the sub]

Warden?: [Muffled, coming from outside, not as friendly as before] Hello? Can you let me in?

Warden: [Panicked] Convict, that's not me! [Cut]

[Distance sounds of gunshots and yelling, more knocking]

Warden?: [Muffled, coming from outside. Slightly annoyed] Come on, just open the door…I know you're in their Convict!

Warden: [Scared] Don't [Cut]

[The Gunshot and yells are growing louder]

Warden?: [Muffled, coming from outside. Angry in tone] Let me in!! Convict, let me in!! Open.The.Door!!

[The knocking turns into banging as the yells and screams mixed with gunshots are right outside the sub. Emergency alarms are going off inside the sub as something large keeps hitting and scratching against the outside]

Warden: [Panicked] I-I can't! I can't do anything, Convict! Because [All sound effects go quiet, and Warden's tone is dead calm] I'm.Not.Real.

[Pause. The normal sub-sound effects fade in, and the outside of the sub is calm]

Warden: [Sigh, then chuckle] Hahah… I'm not real; all I am is just a couple of your brain cells withering away in that head of yours because your oxygen level is low! [Cut]

[Pause]

Warden: Or maybe I am real, and I'm just messing with you! Maybe I really am talking to your through the radio… [Sly in tone] Then again, I could be-

[Knocking from outside]

Warden: [Talking from outside the sub] Right outside the window~ Or better yet!

[Pause]

Warden: [Whispers in Convict's right ear] I could be right next to you

[Pause]

Warden: [Back on the radio] But who knows and who cares~ you and I certainly don't! Right? [Cut]

[ Convict asks what Warden is]

Warden: What am I? Tsk…wrong question, Convict. It's better to ask "Who" I am or, better yet...who I was… [Pause] Of course, if you had to ask, you probably don't remember. Not that I can blame you. Here, let me help jog your memory! [Cut]

[Pause]

Warden: [Gasping for air, and in great pain] Ah!...n-no...please…negh…ah ah….no please I don't want to…to die [Cough before choking slightly] Don't! Please…stop…stop!! No!!

[Gunshot, the radio goes statistic. Pause]

Warden: In that moment, it was like you and I were the only humans left in Filament Station…left in the whole universe. You remember what you said before you pulled the trigger? [Filled with venom] "It's either you or me, kid…." [Cut]

[ Convict has a breakdown, crying that they are sorry]

Warden: Oh… O.H.! You're sorry? Sorry for murdering me? Or sorry that you got caught? Cuz, let's be real, maybe what you did was a mercy killing. I was bleeding pretty bad, and if you left me there, I would have died either way! Then again, you spending that small bit of time to shoot me and then steal my pendant is what gave the C.O.I. enough time to catch up to you! [Cut]

[ Convict still crying]

Warden: [Annoyed] Enough already! Convict, I'm dead! I can't do anything, let alone forgive you…I can't even hate you. What is done is done. [Cut]

[ Convict asks what happens now]

Warden: [Deep Sigh] From how I see it…you have very few choices. Option A, You continue taking photos, and let's face it, we both know how that will end…[Darker tone] You're not the first Iron Lung to drown down here. [Cut]

[Pause]

Warden: Option B, you just quietly sit here and give the C.O.I. the blood they want because FUCK trying to save humanity, right? So what if our numbers are dwindling, revenge will surely save us! [Cut]

[Pause]

Warden: Or, you can do the final option. Survie. [Cut]

[ Convict asks how]

Warden: I-I don't know how… [Pause] , But it's the one thing humans are good at. [Pause] In the wild, animals would go off into the woods alone to die quietly; well, we are dying, but we aren't going quietly, and we sure as hell are not alone! [Cut]

[Pause]

Warden: "You or me" That's what you said, and you chose yourself because you wanted to live. If you want to make it up to me? Then Live! Because if you can survive this Contivc, so can the rest of humanity [Cut]

[Pause]

Warden: We only have one wish left, Convict… don't waste it. [Cut]

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I made a YouTube Short....look upon my sin

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"Fish on Friday"

Since it's St. Patty's Day~ I thought I'd share a fact about one of our favorite, grumpy cannibals.

For any who wishes to know, Sean is originally from Ireland. Same with Ashley's mother, which makes our favorite friendigo half Irish. However, while Ashley and her family were Protestants, Sean is an Irish Catholic. And if you know anything about us Catholics, every Friday of Lent is a no meat day. Fish-fellas and PBJs only.

I bring this up because it's the only time Sean doesn't eat a single human or animal. Rather, every Friday he goes down to the river and tries to catch some fish. Oftentimes, he willingly goes home hungry.