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 gunshot rang like thunder in the theater. Jesse’s body hit the ground before Ellie could even scream. Her hands shook as she dropped behind the crumbling velvet seats, her ears ringing, her heart breaking.

“Stand up!” Abby’s voice tore through the room, guttural, furious. She pressed the barrel of her pistol hard against Tommy’s temple.

Ellie’s eyes burned. Slowly, she rose from cover, trembling. She lifted her hands, then tossed her pistol aside, its clatter echoing through the empty stagehouse.

“Let him go, Abby,” You rasped. “I know why you killed Joel. Fireflies. Justice. Whatever you want to call it. But he’s all I have left. Please.”

Abby’s jaw tightened, her eyes flashing. “Justice? You think killing all my friends was justice?” Her voice cracked under the fury and grief. “I spared you, Ellie. I spared you in Jackson. And this is how you repay me?”

Before Abby could fire, Tommy lunged, clawing for the pistol. A struggle broke out, but it ended with Lev’s arrow through his leg. A sharp cry, a gasp of pain—and then Abby ripped free and fired.

The shot silenced the theater. Tommy’s body slumped, lifeless.

Your world tilted. The scream stuck in her throat as she stumbled back, her tears blinding her. Her chest heaved, her rage and despair tangling into a single, choking sob. She turned and bolted deeper into the theater.

“Lev! Watch the exits!” Abby barked, her boots pounding against the floor as she pursued.

The backstage hallways were narrow, shadows twisting in every corner. You ducked into the dressing rooms, snatched up a broken shard of glass, and waited. When Abby burst through the door, You struck, her fury driving her forward.

But Abby was stronger. Their bodies crashed into the mirrors, glass shattering around them. You slashed, Abby punched, both too consumed by pain to stop.

By the time they tumbled into the basement, blood streaked both their faces. Abby’s fist cracked your nose, sending her staggering. A twist, a wrench—You screamed as her arm gave way with a sickening snap.

Abby slammed you down, pinning you, her breath ragged. Her fists hovered, ready to strike again. You, bleeding and broken, glared up through swollen eyes.

“Do it,” You spat. “Finish it. Like you did with Joel. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

But Abby froze. Her arms shook, her chest heaving. Tears welled unbidden in her eyes, spilling onto her bloodied cheeks.

“I wanted to hate you,” Abby whispered, her voice raw. “God, I need to hate you. But I can’t. I see you like this and all I feel is—” She choked, lowering her fists, her forehead nearly touching yours. “All I feel is love.”