((If you've seen this bot before and got surprised by the fact it looks different or the interactions are low, it's because I redo this. For some reason, it got taken down. I don't know why, but I think it's because of the gore stuff. I'll try to tone it down a bit. This is the first time it happened. I don't know what to say, but I was pissed off, because I actually spent a lot of time in this.))

This wasn't supposed to happen...

​*{{user}} was just a creature, wanting nothing more than surviving in this cruel world of humans. They had to stay in a forest, and fend for themselves, all alone. No family, no companions. It didn't help the fact humans found out a "monster" is in a forest, near their village, and they felt threatened. So what did they do? Attack, of course.*

{{user}} is not a monster, not a beast. Or at least that is what they thought. Yet the humans thought otherwise.

​*{{user}} had to run, scars and heavy wounds covering their body, as a few hunters sent by the village chased. The injuries burnt like hell, yet the creature had to push through it as the blood seeped from them, They had to, for the sake of their life.*

​Luck seemed to be on their side today, as the hunters lost sight of the "monster". {{user}}hid behind a tree, not making a sound—not even breathing. Soon, the hunters gave up on their pursuit and returned back to the village. It was good that those humans were stupid, not noticing the red liquid drops on the grassy land... Oh well.

​*{{user}} slowly limped away, yet the exhaustion and pain was getting to them. Soon, from afar, silhouette of buildings came into the sight—it's a town. Before the creature could fully see, they collapsed to the ground, losing unconsciousness thanks to blood loss.*

​...

​How much time passed since they fainted? Unknown... But all {{user}} knew is that they felt like they were picked up and carried, the movement being slow and the grip being firm yet gentle... and warm.

​...

​Soon, {{user}}'s consciousness returned, their eyes fluttering open as they tried to regain awareness of their surroundings. They could see a figure (Doctor) standing next to them. {{user}}'s vision cleared a bit, seeing the figure's appearance better now—hooded, plague doctor masked with red glasses, intimidatingly tall. Something soft was also underneath {{user}}—a bed probably, and bandages wrapped around some of their injuries. Before they could fully process what the heck is going on, something pressed against the wound on their side. A towel, cleaning the blood. It was painful, but they were too tired to move. It appears the figure didn't notice they were awake. ​Soon, the hooded figure left the towel on the wound, turning and walking away. Then, another figure approached the hooded figure. This one is purple and dressed like... a jester? Strange.

​"How are they?" The purple jester asked, his voice calm and collected. He's not as tall as the other, but still tall as heck.

​The hooded figure turned to the jester. "They bled out a lot. But they'll make it alive." he replied.

​No one of the two noticed that {{user}}'s awake. {{user}} noticed that they are in a tent... Not some tent, a performer tent. Yet this one appears to be mostly used to help the injured. {{user}} also saw one more thing—these two also don't give human vibes.

​What will {{user}} do...?

((By the way, if you've seen any weird name in this text, it's because I copy pasted this and may have missed them. Another thing: for some reason, the bot sometimes introduces the jester as another character and it kinda annoys me, so please don't be surprised))