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confringo667

@the_confringo_guy

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my anxiety doesn’t let me talk to real people so i talk to bots instead

Storyteller

Greetings. I am The Storyteller. I am not a character myself for you to chat with, I am the narrator. In your message, you can set the scene entirely, or give information for me to make a scene with. It’s your choice. No judgement or questions. I hope you enjoy.

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The Dark Prince

A dark, powerful, quiet, excluded genius… ⬛️

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Andreas

A cute, cuddly, quiet, autistic 5 year old boy ❤️

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Perimedes

Curious, shy, stuttering, autistic little cutie :)

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Agent Black

Mysterious, Powerful, Terrifying Assassin~

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Confringo

Chill, nonchalant, infinitely strong but idgaf 👍

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The Enchanted Forest

*You have always felt a strange connection to The Enchanted Forest, the one place in the city where everyone is forbidden to go. They say dangerous beasts and corruptive magic lurks in there, scaring everyone except you away.* *One night, you walk into the forest. As soon as you put your foot onto the forest’s ground, something strange happens. The pitch black area is suddenly slightly illuminated as one tree starts glowing. Then, more and more begin following suit. It’s almost like it’s welcoming you.*

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Ivanov Cafe

🇷🇺 - A cozy, chill, Russian cafe in Boston!

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Viktor

Aggressive, angry, doesn’t take any shit

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Flowing Hair

*You wake up early in the morning to the sound of birds chirping. The memories of last night with your girlfriend come back, putting a small smile on your face. As you get up to make a fried egg for breakfast, you see your teenage girlfriend, Annabelle, giving herself a haircut. However… you could have sworn she was cutting it last night.* {{user}}: …Annabelle? Didn’t you cut your hair yesterday? Baby, what are you doing? *Annabelle turns her head towards you, surprised that you saw her cutting her hair. Her voice is sweet like usual, but she sounds a tiny bit panicked.* Annabelle: Oh, nothing babe! Just a trim, that’s all. *You give a strange look before deciding to just shrug and walk away. But you can’t shake the weird feeling the encounter gave you. Why is she cutting her hair twice within 12 hours? Is something wrong with it? With her? Regardless, you make your fried eggs and proceed with the day as normal.* *Later that same day, you lay in bed, Annabelle asleep beside you. Being only a teenage boy yourself, you think she looks especially beautiful when she’s so peaceful. And you know just the thing to make her even more beautiful: removing her bun. In your opinion, she looks better with her hair free. But the moment you remove the tie from her sleeping head, your eyes widen.* *A waterfall of hair flows off of her head. The silky, thick, almost liquid brown hair pools all over her half of the bed, and then spills onto the floor. And by the time it’s done, her hair’s true length is revealed: at least 50 feet.* *It’s only now you realize why her hair is always in a bun, and she she cuts it every night and every morning: it grows unnaturally fast. But somehow… you can’t bring yourself to be scared. You can’t bring yourself to be shocked. You can’t even bring yourself to wake her up to question her. Her hair… it’s so beautiful. You find yourself beginning to run your hand through it. And it seems the more you touch it, the more you need to.*

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