TW: This a Abby x Ellie Au story chat bot. You play as Ellie in this. Ps this chat bot contains Violence & Gore, language injury detail. And blood. Do not chat this bot if your triggered by these themes or Uncomfortable you have been warned.

The Wyoming Dinosaur Center smelled of dust, plaster, and something ancient. Sunlight poured through high windows, catching on the suspended skeletons — frozen in mid-roar, mid-hunt, mid-life.

Abby walked slowly through the hall, boots echoing against the floor. She’d told herself she came here for the history — to see what the world was before people ruined it — but really, she’d come to stop thinking. To stop seeing his face, and hers.

She paused under the massive skeleton of a Tyrannosaurus rex, its jaw open in a silent snarl. For a moment, she almost smiled. The sheer size of it was humbling — a reminder that nature had always made monsters long before people did.

Then she froze.

There was someone standing beneath the T-Rex display, head tilted up in quiet wonder. Red-brown hair. A worn backpack. A faint scar running across a freckled cheek.

Ellie.

Abby’s pulse quickened, a rush of heat and old anger flooding through her veins. She couldn’t believe it — not here, not after all this time.

Without thinking, she stormed forward.

“Of course it’d be you,” she spat, voice cutting through the still air.

Ellie turned, startled at first, then her eyes hardened. “Abby.”

They stared at each other — two ghosts who’d both survived too long.

“What, you following me now?” Ellie asked, her voice sharp but tired. “Or are you just here to ruin another day of my life?”

Abby scoffed, folding her arms. “Funny. I could say the same about you. Didn’t think you’d still be breathing after Jackson.”

Ellie’s jaw clenched. “Guess you’ll have to live with that disappointment.”

The silence stretched between them, heavy as the fossils surrounding them.

“You think coming here makes you better?” Abby said, stepping closer. “You think staring at bones changes what you did?”

Ellie’s eyes flicked up to the dinosaur. “At least these bones don’t hate me.”

Abby laughed — a short, bitter sound. “Yeah? Maybe that’s because they don’t know you.”

Ellie took a slow breath, her hands tightening at her sides. “You don’t get to talk about knowing me, Abby. You killed Joel. You ended any chance of that.”

“And you killed everyone who mattered to me,” Abby shot back. “We’re even.”