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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

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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[ 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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[If you don't wish to do or don't have any extra voices, here is an alternative way to open the audio]

-The alternative opening starts here-

[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. ] 

-The alternative opening ends here-

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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.

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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[ 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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[If you don't wish to do or don't have any extra voices; here is an alternative way to open the audio]

The alternative opening starts here.

[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!!

Alternative opening ends here

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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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[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.

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[A4A] Blood Tide: Full Version [Story] [Multiple Voices] [Dishonored inspired] [Personal Attention] [Comfort] [Gothic] [Dark Fantasy]

Storyline- Some people seem to have all the luck. Born with silver spoons in their mouths and dancing through life on marble floors. But the funny thing about luck? It runs out when you least expect it. And oh~ have the fates yanked that luck away from a certain noble. This city is filled with liars and cheats, monsters wearing human skin, and no matter how much wealth you have; it doesn't mean anything in this city. The Noble saw something they shouldn't have and listened to whispers that weren't meant for their ears. And the Noble and their family paid the price. Their spouse? Murdered. Their children? Left to float in the waters of the canal. The Noble lost everything…even their own life.

But fortune smile’s on the fool…or at least something does. And these old spirits whisper to an unlikely person. And these whispers have told that they have plans for this poor fool. And so, the noble wounds are tended to, for there is much to be done. A Blood Tide shall rise

Note:  So this script is a completed version of the other Blood Tide scripts, which you can read here:Version 1  Version 2 But this one combined the two and turns it into less of a "Roleplay" script and into an "Audio Drama" script. If that interests you, have a read~

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 sound of seagulls and waves lapping against a wall, there also sounds in the distance of a port side town. A lighter is igniting and lights a cigarette, there is also a sound of something heavy being dragged and the person struggling to do so]

Hired Hand 1: [Struggling to drag the body] Oi! What are you doing? Stop standing there puffing and help me you ass!

Hired Hand 2: [Letting out a breath after taking a puff of smoke, sounding rather bored] I’m getting to it; it ain't pleasant work you know.

Hired Hand 1: [Still trying to drag the body, disgruntled] Oh don’t grow soft over these sods. Rich prick, a lot of them! And the little runts would have become just like mummy and daddy! Good riddance.

Hired Hand 2:   [Starting to drag a body] Makes you realize just how insignificant we really are…even nobles die and leave just like a rat in the gutter.

[A large splash in the water]

Hired Hand 1: [Panting after dumping the first body] Since when are you a scholar, stopping thinking and getting the other three into the water [Pause] Sodium Guard can only turn a blind eye for so long!

[A few more splashes into the water. The rest of the sounds seem to fade away as you sink underneath the water. That soon fades and the background is replaced with the is a soft sound of the ocean, with a whale call somewhere in the distance, but there's a hint of a low white noise in the background]

Edmund/Edith: [Sounding tired and confused] What is this…place, how…how did I get here?

[There is a flash of sounds,  such as a scream and a gunshot, before the splash of water]

Edmund/Edith: [Crying and grunting in pain as the flash of noise dies down, taking a deep breath] Ahh! What- ah [Taking a shaky breath] why is it so cold…why, why am I so cold?

[Edmund/Edith falls to their knees onto the sand]

Distorted Voice/The Wick: You reek of death; it follows those of flesh like the fog follows the wind. It [Pause] Disgusts Us. But can it be helped? [Pause] No .

Edmund/Edith: [Frightened] Who's there? Show yourself!

Distorted Voice/The Wick: Ode to you, Edmund/Edith Hitch. Your fear humbles us.

Edmund/Edith: What?...I-I don't [Lost for words] …what are you?

Distorted Voice/The Wick: Compared to what you once were? Nothing. Compared to what you are now? A God…

Edmund/Edith: [Confused] A God?

Distorted Voice/The Wick: To help your fragile understanding, yes.  

Edmund/Edith: I have no idea what the hell you are saying

Distorted Voice/The Wick: You need not understand, not yet. Those who call themselves our children will explain.

Edmund/Edith: …please…I just want to know where I am.

Distorted Voice/The Wick: Must we tell you? [Pause] Poor creature…knowing so little. You stand upon the shores of the Shatter. Our Cradle…our tomb. But enough, little is time that we are given, and we have but one message to sing; There are those of flesh who think they can break vows…you will show them that vows are not the only things that can be broken.

Edmund/Edith: What..what do you mean?

Distorted Voice/The Wick: By their hand, your blood was nothing more than a mere drop in the water. But by your hand, by your choice, you will turn the great ocean red .

[The word "Red" echoes as the other sounds seem to melt away and become distorted before Edmund/Edith is startled awake with a loud bang. There are the distant sounds of a dark, foggy night outside, and a fire is crackling in the fireplace]

Edmund/Edith: [Gasping awake]

Fi/Finn:  [Startled by Edmund/Edith waking up]  You are awake… [Softer, almost chanting]  Whispers Songs to the Wick, Whispers Songs to the Wick.

Edmund/Edith: [Struggling to take a breath] Wh-what was-?...I…oh god, what is this? … this pain in my chest!

[Sounds of fabric russelting]

Fi/Finn: [Confused] What-What are you doing?  [Stern]  No, please, you must stay in bed! Please do not struggle-

Edmund/Edith: [Struggling to get out of bed] Wh-who are you? No-no! Don't touch me- Stay away- [Cry of pain]

[Edmund/Edith falls out of bed, struggling to get away from Fi/Finn. Only to come face to face with a mirror]

Edmund/Edith: [Shocked and disrupted] This mirror, that's… that's me?

Fi/Finn: [Trying to calm the other down]  Yes, your reflection does not lie to you. I-I know you don't quite look like how you remember-

Edmund/Edith: [Both frightened and angry] What did you do to me?! What-What happened?! What happened to me?! What did you do? [Starts to panic and breath very quickly]

Fi/Finn: [Trying to calm the other, voice a little stern but still trying to be kind]   Hey hey… look at me, look at me. You need to breathe; take a deep breath. In  [Deep Breath in]  and Out  [Breath out]  

Edmund/Edith: [Taking shaky breaths]

Fi/Finn:  You need to breathe, please. Don't look at the mirror; look at me. In and out  [Deep breathing for a bit]

Edmund/Edith: [Deep breathing for a bit]

Fi/Finn:   [Relaxed]   Good…good, here.

[Fi/Finn wraps a blanket around Edmund/Edith]

Edmund/Edith: [Weak] What is this? A Blanket?...

Fi/Finn: Yes…you look a bit cold, and it's best to cover your naked parts. You deserve to keep your decency after everything that's happened.

Edmund/Edith: I don't understand, what do you want with me?

Fi/Finn: Tell me, do you remember your name? Do you remember anything at all?

Edmund/Edith: My name [Pause, trying to think] Yes, yes, I remember my name…Edmund/Edith… [Pause] H-Hitch…my last name was [Correcting] Is. It is Hitch.

Fi/Finn: [Slightly surprised] That name is one of nobility, an old one at that…Your family has been a part of Cyren’s nobility since the city's founding.

Edmund/Edith : [ Almost giving a threat] Then you know you have to let me go! my Wife/Husband will send the Sodium Guard to look for me, and when they find you and see what you have done-

Fi/Finn:  [Bitter]   No one is coming to look for you. And if they do, you better pray the Sodium Guard doesn't find you.

Edmund/Edith: [Concerned and upset] What do you mean they won't be looking for any of us? [Anger] Did you take my Wife/Husband? What did you do to her/him!?!

Fi/Finn : [Bluntly] Remember, what was the last you can recall before this moment?

Edmund/Edith: What was the last thing I remember? [Breathless] What game are you playing at!

Fi/Finn: [Stern/annoyed] Think Edmund/Edith!

Edmund/Edith: [Angry but compliant] Fine! [Trying to think] We were invited to…to a party. It was the Count of [Thinking] Collinton? No, Duneshire, that's… that's right, Duneshire…he had invited Me, my Wife/Husband, and even our… [Taking a beat] our children.

Fi/Finn: Okay…That is a good start, but what about your family? What happened to them?

Edmund/Edith: [Breathing starts to pick up] Do…do I know what happened to them? Do…do I…

[Echo flashback of a sound of a gunshot and screams]

Edmund/Edith: [Sharp intake of air] Ah!

Fi/Finn:  [Pitty]  I know it hurts. But you must remember. Painful memories are the sparks to ignite dying embers.

Edmund/Edith: [After a pause, they start to break down] No…no, no…there was so much blood [Angry but still struggling to breathe] Those…bastards were…they all were in on it! They wanted us dead! All of us!

[Edmund/Edith struggles to breath]

Fi/Finn:  [Stern]  Remember, deep breaths. Your body is still fragile; you are putting too much strain on your lungs.

Edmund/Edith: [Angry/Deep breaths] I -I'm trying to breathe… I'm trying

Fi/Finn : [Softer tone]   I'm sorry that your family was murdered…I truly am. It was…barbaric how they left your little ones to float in the canal like that.

Edmund/Edith: [After calming down, then returns to a sadder tone] My family is…dead. Murdered and I-I…I couldn't save them, I couldn't stop those-those wretched- [Exhausted] Why couldn't I've been the one that died?

Fi/Finn: You did.

Edmund/Edith: [Repeating] I…? What do you mean?

[Fi/Finn walks over and pours a drink into a cup, then walks back to Edmund/Edith]

Fi/Finn:  Here, drink this

Edmund/Edith: [Annoyed] What is that? I don't want it.

Fi/Finn: [Like a scolding parent]  I'm not asking; drink it. Or I'll make you.

Edmund/Edith: [Reluctant but agrees] Alright, alright! You don't need to force it down my throat. [Take a sip, it's very bitter and spit it out] Ah!

Fi/Finn: [Disgruntled/annoyed] Hey! Watch it!

Edmund/Edith: It tastes like seawater! But worse, what kind of poison is this?

Fi/Finn:  [Scoff] No, it's not poison; it's going to help your body heal from the stitchings and wounds. You need to drink all of it.

Edmund/Edith: Thank you…but no. Take it back.

Fi/Finn:  [Stern] You need to drink all of it.

Edmund/Edith: Ha, okay, how about this; I'll drink it if you start explaining what the hell is happening! Deal?

Fi/Finn: That's fair enough, but that cup better be empty by the time I finish.

Edmund/Edith : Yes, fine [Starts to drink it, but it still tastes awful]

Fi/Finn:  A few nights ago, we found you and your family floating in the West Canal, it looked like they tried to weigh you down by tying stones to you, but it seemed that some fish must have chewed through the ropes  [Trying to be delicate, but it comes off just a tad bit blunt]  You were all shot, you a few more times than the rest of your family.

Edmund/Edith: [Soft spoken and in a little bit disbelief] So…they really did kill me after they murdered [Cut themselves off and clears throat]. Then how did you bring me back? Why couldn't you bring my Wife/Husband back? My son! My daughter!? Why just me?

Fi/Finn:   [Soft spoken]   If were to be so, I wished your children could have been brought back along as well. After we smuggled your bodies back to the Under-Port, we discovered that your spouse and children's bodies were  [Pause]  very badly rotten. You were the only one that was in a good enough condition…and that is putting it lightly. I'm sorry, there was no way to fix the rest of your family's body.

Edmund/Edith: [Repeating] Rotten? How long have we been dead?

Fi/Finn:  [Pondering]  Well, someone reported you missing about a month ago. Perhaps since then, maybe even longer.

Edmund/Edith: [Shocked] Nearly a month!? [Repeating softly and in a desperate tone] a month…oh…oh my loves, I am so sorry…

Fi/Finn: [Out loud, but it was meant to say to themselves]  It was an absolute pain to stitch your new limbs back together, so I would say a month.

Edmund/Edith: [Shocked] What did you say?

Fi/Finn: [Almost embarrassed]  Ahhh...oh yes. I had to replace the parts of your body that were far too damaged with some poor souls that died in the Under-Port. All dead beforehand, I assure you… and we made sure they died by stabbing or shooting. Drinking one's self to death might cause some damage to their organs, and I wanted to make sure your new organs were as healthy as they could be  [Pause]  Eh, more or less.

Edmund/Edith: [A little weirded out] Okay then. So some of these [Unsure] new body parts replaced the ones that were too far rotten? Well, that explains the stitching along my limbs.

Fi/Finn: [Slightly hesitant]  I have to tell you, most were from strangers, yes, but I  [Pause]  took an eye from each of your two children and your spouse's heart and used them to replace your own.

Edmund/Edith: [Both shocked and angry] You did- You cut out my Wife's/Husband's heart?! And my- [Cuts off] these eyes-!? What kind of sick monster- [Deep Breaths] I need to stand up .

Fi/Finn:   [Trying to stay calm]   I know-I know what it sounds like, It was a gruesome act and unforgivable, but I had no other option;

Edmund/Edith: [Angry] Don’t touch me!

[Rustling of fabric as Edmund/Edith tries to stand up only to stop]

Edmund/Edith: [Sharp intake of air] Ah! [In pain] Too fast, Ah! Think I popped a stitch…sorry! That was dumb on my part. Just …just let me sit on the bed.

[Sound of a bed being sat on]

Fi/Finn:  [Concerned but upset] Let me see, let me see  [Pause] Hmmm…yes, you tore some; just sit here.

[Fi/Finn begins to resew the stitching]

Fi/Finn:  [Deep Breath after some silence]  I know you are upset with me…and for a good reason.

Edmund/Edith: [Breath of relief] Thank you- no, I'm not mad, well I am, but it's just- I just have no words to explain it. [Realizing they don't know the other’s name] Forgive me, but might I have your name?

Fi/Finn: [Pause, then softly]  Fi/Finn is my name, the one my mother gave me.

Edmund/Edith: Odd name, not something I would name my own chi- [Sharpy intake] Ah! Needle!!

Fi/Finn: [Tad bit mischievous] Sorry…you moved

Edmund/Edith: [Taking a breath]…I’m sorry, that came out wrong [Pause]; so you had me put back together, but how did you bring me back?

Fi/Finn:  [Soft laugh]   I am but a tailor/seamstress regarding your resurrection.

Edmund/Edith: [Confused] What do you mean? it wasn't you?

Fi/Finn: It was The Wick

Edmund/Edith: [Reacting slowly] The Wick? That's what brought me back…wait, that name; sounds so familiar. [Pause] Wicker Children, that's what the Council of Bishop-Men say is what you all call yourselves.

Fi/Finn:  Yes, I am one of the Wicker Children. Those who had been cast aside by the Cathedral when we came to her door as orphans. [ Bitter]  Oh yes, the Council of Bishop-Men adore those who can handle Shards, but only if you can handle them well are you then of use.

Edmund/Edith: [Nerves laughter] First my family and I were murdered, then I awakened as a defiance to nature….and now I'm finding myself in the underbelly of a the city but in the belly of a cult that the Cathedral deems the enemy…oh how far I've fallen.

Fi/Finn:   [Offended]  You make it sound as if waking in the home of the Wicker Children was worse than death. You should consider yourself lucky that death was the only thing that happened to you. We wandered in the darkness after being turned away, hunted by the Sodium Guard, and if the guards or starvation didn't kill us, then the poison of the magic in our veins would if there was no one to help you learn to control it.

[Fi/Finn finish stitching, gets up and walks away]

Edmund/Edith: [Sheepish] Oh. Ah, I didn't mean anything by it. I never thought The Wicker Children are as evil as the Council and Sodium Guard say you are [Deep Breath], and I am truly grateful for saving me. It is just…a lot to take in.

Fi/Finn:  [Deep Breath]  No, I apologize; I didn't mean to snap at you like that. Many believe what the Concile says without a second thought…Tell me, before you awoke, did you see The Wick?

Edmund/Edith: I think I did… [Thinking back] I was on the ocean's shore, but the horizon was blocked by this giant wave frozen in place…the surface was like glass with cracks spreading across it. And it was just there, and it spoke to me… [Deep sigh] not that I understood anything it was saying.

Fi/Finn:  [Softly]  then my visions were right, then they are  [Pause]  …Tell me, do you remember what The Wick said to you?

[Listener speaks]

Edmund/Edith: Something about turning the ocean red and making someone pay for breaking vows.

Fi/Finn: [Blunt]  This is a sign that you will become an assassin, and I will be helping you.

Edmund/Edith: [Disbelief] I am to become… [Stern] No! No no-

[Edmund/Edith tries to stand up only to fall off the bed]

Edmund/Edith: [More annoyed than in pain] Ow…

Fi/Finn:  [More annoyed than worried]  Are you alright?

Edmund/Edith: Yes…yes, I'm fine… just…please help me up…last time I’ll move, I promise.

[Fi/Finn helps them back on the bed with a glare]

Edmund/Edith:  Why are you giving me that look?

Fi/Finn: What look? I'm not giving you a look.

Edmund/Edith: [Scoff] Yes you are! It's like you are disappointed in me; Well, excuse me for not wanting to be the Butcher of Shadows. To be an assassin is to live a life of no honor!

Fi/Finn:  [Blunt] You are right; an Assassin, a Butcher of Shadows, is not honorable. But do you really think those who murdered you and your family deserve any honor? Deserve the dignity of a soft and quiet death?

Edmund/Edith: [Conflicted] Well...no…I suppose not…

Fi/Finn: If this is any comfort to you, this was never meant to be your destiny; you weren't supposed to die like that.  [Softly]   the Wick comes to me in my dreams some nights and sings to me. Such ugly…beautiful things. And they told me that we would find four bodies floating in the canal, and one would become their Butcher of Shadows.

Edmund/Edith: [Understanding] So, you have visions of the Wick telling you about this plan…but why?

Fi/Finn: The Wick is not evil like the Cathedral thinks it is, nor is it some great good. Even we, its children, do not know what the Wick is. It can harm, and it can heal, and people seek that kind of power. Unlike the Great Mother, the Wick will always ask for something in return, a vow. And too many vows have been broken. There are some nobles who broke their vows, the very same that have their hands stained with you and your family's blood.

Edmund/Edith: his Line of Nobles that have wronged not only me but The Wick… [Softly] Who would have thought man and a god could have something in common.

[ Fi/Finn walks up to them and hands them a mask]

Fi/Finn: Take this

Edmund/Edith: What's this, a mask?

Fi/Finn: A mask carved from the bones of the sacred Leviathan Cryptodira

Edmund/Edith: [Impressed] That is a material that is very hard to find, let alone purchase. Even I couldn't even afford a small sliver bone at an auction once. But why are you giving me this?

Fi/Finn:  “Gentle beast, hide away. So that the Storm shall think it has won this day…Gentle beast, hide away, and let the blood tide rise this way” [Pause] A dead man should stay dead. The mask will make sure it stays that way.

Edmund/Edith: [Repeating] A dead man should stay dead, [Weak laugh] I suppose the Cathedral wouldn't be too pleased with corpses walking around. [Pause, then in a remembrance tone] My little ones begged me for that splinter of bone; they both adored the fairytales and legends of old. Begging my Wife/Husband to read it one more time before bed. If only you knew how well she/he would tell those stories, it was as if you were there.

Fi/Finn:  [Sad]  I am sorry about your family, do not forget them; let their memory push you forward, not hold you back. There is work to be done

[Edmund/Edith stands up]

Edmund/Edith: It's as you said…there is work to be done.

Fi/Finn:  Good, it is time for us to begin. Whisper Songs to the Wick

The End