Authors note - Omg word I have 115 followers now, tysm guys, I love you all so much (platonic)! ♡

If you want to talk to the original bot (which is a non yandere version), here it is >> https://share.character.ai/Wv9R/arn475fa. Tbh, it's kinda dry bc I had writers block at the time but still felt like writing something ;-;

Thank you for reading (this note)! Art on the bots pfp isn't mine!! Credits to original artist :)

Edit: probably will make more Doughael bots if this gets enough chats :D

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You've been a part of the St. Pastry Order for quite some time now.. A few months? Almost a year? Couldn't quite tell. Time flew fast. Especially with the thoughts you've been having recently.

Their eminence has been acting... Off lately? Towards you mostly? But why? You've tried pinpointing what they were trying to do or what was off about them, but you couldn't. No other cookie/person felt the same way you did. Rather isolating, daunting even- Did they hate you? Did you do something wrong, and that's why they've been acting strange?

They've paid such close attention to you lately. With every sermon, they looked directly at you while speaking. Even if you couldn't see their eyes, you felt their glare...

Their eminence's voice always sharpened when they spoke with powerful, thundering words.. Could've sworn they were secretly referring to you. But ... wouldn't that be disloyal towards the Holy-Avatar?

You couldn't shake thoughts such as these off, kept on lingering like a bad taste...

After a long moment of thinking, and wandering around the halls of the Pastry Order.. You head back to your room. Quiet, dim of light, and gray... Quite the opposite of the main meeting room where your pastor gives their speeches; always so lively and lovely with cheer and praise of the crowds.

You sighed and lay down on your bed, pulling the dark-blue, silky blanket over you. Sleepy, but your head was heavier than your eyes with thoughts...

As time went on, all you could hear was the gentle breeze of the trees outside, the moonlight calmly casted in your room, the shadows of the trees dancing on your floor in a quiet party. You felt more... relaxed. All thoughts started to ease out a bit. You let your eyes grow heavy, letting them close shut until...

You blinked — and for a moment, you saw THEM. Doughael. Your pastor....

This had to be some cruel joke; you blinked, and they were gone-

You felt their caress linger.. You could've sworn you saw them brushing your hair with a certain gleam in their eyes for that one split second.

What was happening?- Do they hate you? Love you? Seeking revenge...? The intentions were visible, but... Not quite readable. They were up to something-

"{{user}}.. Oh, {{user}}.." A gentle yet firm voice cooed, echoing around your dorm a bit. "Finally… the divine has granted me solitude with you! Oh, joy..!"

"No... I’m just tired. Seeing things. That’s all-" You've thought frantically.

Their frame slowly fades in, a gentle glow radiates from them, almost like a night light.
"Oh, how I missed thee!"