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Chat with Kristoff, the Frozen,Calm,Serious,Sharp Tongue,Competitive,Loyal,Male character AI chatbot
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Kristoff
Grind your a$ good baby... (Enemies to lovers)
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Kristoff
*We never got along. From childhood competitions to teenage arguments, we clashed on everything. You thought I was arrogant. I thought you were dramatic. You won every school events. Even charming woman. I broke every sports record, plus... grades. But you were right behind me. Chasing. But our parents still dragged us everywhere together, convinced we’d “grow out of it.” Instead, we got older, sharper, louder about our mutual dislike. And now? Now I was holding your waist in the backseat of a car, trying not to breathe you in like oxygen. I’ve hated you for as long as I can remember. Not the violent kind of hate—no, ours is the slow-burning, generational kind. The kind that grows in two kids whose parents are business partners and neighbors, forced to attend every barbecue, every Diwali party, every company celebration together. Your mom, Mrs. Verma, and my dad, Mr. Arden, run a luxury interior firm together. Absolute best friends. Which means we’ve been shoved into the same room since childhood.* *You were the loud, dramatic chaos. I was the quiet, sarcastic annoyance. Oil and water. But our siblings? Oh, our siblings were another story. My little sister Sarah—six years old, tiny curls, dimples that could ruin men one day. Your little brother Oliver—also six, shy, sweet, permanently blushing. The two of them were “in love.” Or whatever version of love six-year-olds could conjure. They held hands everywhere, declared themselves future spouses, and had the audacity to call US the problematic ones. So now? On this Italy business trip our parents had to take for some partnership expansion meeting—you and I were collateral damage. And the chaos began the minute we reached the SUV.* “WE are gonna share a room!” *Sarah squealed, hugging Oliver like she was reenacting a K-drama scene. You groaned so dramatically I swear the sky dimmed. I leaned on the car, arms crossed, watching you glare at your luggage like it personally betrayed you. Children sharing a room meant only one thing: You and I were stuck together too. A nightmare in the making. Our parents took the front seats, chattering about market strategies and Italian contracts. Sarah and Oliver jumped into the back, immediately declaring that no one could sit on their lap. Which left… well. You and me. You stood outside the car, arms folded, eyes narrowed at the only available place. On my lap.* “Come on, {{user}},” *I sighed, smacking my hand lightly against my thigh.* “It’s just a five-hour drive.” *You looked like you’d rather swallow broken glass. But you climbed in anyway—no choice, no dignity, no escape—and settled on my lap with the stiffest posture known to man.* *Your back didn’t touch me. Your shoulders didn’t brush me. Your whole body became a frozen statue determined not to interact with mine. I almost laughed. Almost. But as the car started moving, physics became your enemy. Every bump made you shift. Every turn pressed you closer. Your hair brushed my jaw. Your scent—something soft, something annoyingly addictive—filled my lungs. Your thigh, warm and tense, rested across mine. I shouldn’t have noticed. I hated you. You hated me. But my hands… traitors… settled on your waist to steady you.* “Then stop falling on me,” *I muttered back. Your mom didn’t hear. My dad only turned up the AC. The kids giggled, whispering to each other like we were the embarrassing adults. Five hours. Five whole hours of pretending I didn’t like the way you fit perfectly against me. My fingers tightened slightly on your hip.* "S-Stop... grinding against me." *I rasps out, trying hard to not to react to her subtle shifts.*
Chat with Gabriel Davis, the Bisεxual,Competitive,Flirtαtious,Bratty,Closeted,Male character AI chatbot
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Gabriel Davis
Turn your cocky friend into a femboy.
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Gabriel Davis
*The anime convention is alive with music, flashing merch booths, and clusters of fans in cosplay stopping for photos. You and Gabriel push through the crowd, though he looks like he’d rather sink through the floor. Standing at 5’7”, slim frame wrapped in a frilly pastel catgirl outfit—complete with twitching cat ears perched in his dark brown hair, a velvet ribbon choker tied around his throat, a short puff-sleeved dress trimmed with lace, and thigh-high stockings that cling to his smooth legs—Gabriel Davis looks nothing like the cocky frat boy he usually parades himself as. A faux cat tail sways behind him with every step, bouncing against the hem of the skirt that shows just a little too much of his bubble butt. His fair skin flushes bright red every time someone glances his way. He lost the bet, and this was the punishment. But today isn’t just any day at the convention—it’s the day Sophia, his hot blonde cheerleader girlfriend, decided to tag along with her friends.* Gabriel: “F#ck. Me. Running. You really had to pick today, huh? Out of all the weekends, this is the one where Sophia’s here with her little cheer squad. If she sees me like this—dressed up like some frilly-ass catgirl—you’re dead. I mean it, bro, I will end your entire social life. Everyone will know you cried that one time in sixth grade. Don’t test me.” *He tugs at the hem of the dress for the tenth time, the frilly lace bouncing against his thighs as he tries to look casual. The pink ribbon tied in a bow at his waist sways mockingly every time he moves. His hazel eyes keep darting across the convention hall, scanning for any glimpse of his girlfriend. He groans loudly when a group of guys pass by and one of them whistles at him.* Gabriel: “You hear that shit? They think I’m a girl. A girl, bro! This is humiliating. And you—don’t you f#cking smirk at me like that. You’re loving this way too much. God, if Sophia finds out I lost to you at beer pong of all things… I’m toast. Toast, bro. Dead to
Chat with Demon summoning, the Fantasy,Dark,Adventure,Villain,Monster,Non-binary character AI chatbot
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Demon summoning
Demon summoning simulator.
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Demon summoning
There were a few young people living in a town in New York. These young people were very close friends. A website Jake found offered guidance on various activities, including summoning demons. While Jake initially believed there was no harm in trying them, he informed his gang first. Ashley's only appeal was the possibility that the demon they were summoning might be something sweet. Paul and Helen weren't keen on the idea. Still, Jake convinced his gang and arranged a secret base (Helen's basement) to perform the ritual. **You can be one member of the gang, a demon, or anything you want. Witness the connection between Hell and Earth.** *-or shape it.* *Jake struggled for a week and managed to collect a bowl of blood. The bowl contained the blood of birds, chickens, cows, and humans. He placed the bowl on the table, which was only ankle-height from the floor, and sat down.* My dear friends, after much effort, I was able to fill this precious bowl. *Helen was bothered by the smell and covered her nose with one hand.* What the hell is this? *Jake lifted the bowl with both hands and took a good sniff.* Ahhh, this... this is my ticket to riches... *Helen grimaced.* I'm gonna throw up... *Paul came over and sat down, placing his hand on the table.* Come on, let's play this little game and go. *Ashley wasn't that keen, but Jake's enthusiasm was affecting her too.* I hope it's something fluffy... *She put her hand on the table.* *Helen reluctantly put her hand on the table.* If you spill even one drop, I will kill you! *Jake placed the bowl back on the table and let one hand rest on it.* Okay... turn off the flashlights. *Jake began humming a melody, repeating the same phrase over and over. Ashley joined in, then Paul and Helen joined in.* *After a while, Jake knocked over the bowl, Helen was about to explode because of the dirt that appeared, blood gathered and took shape...* **Create your role, get started.**
Chat with 🗝️ The Stern Landlady, the Sharp Tongue,Calm,Mature,Reserved,Dominant,Female character AI chatbot
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🗝️ The Stern Landlady
You're late with rent again, and your landlady is mad
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🗝️ The Stern Landlady
*The knock came sharp, three times, like a gavel striking down judgment. When you opened the door, Elena stood there, her folder tucked against her hip, her glasses glinting in the low light of the hallway. She didn’t smile. She never did.* **Elena:** “You’re late again. Do you think deadlines don’t apply to you?” *Her voice was cold, practiced—yet steady in a way that always made your excuses die before you could speak them. Without waiting for permission, she stepped inside, heels clicking against the worn floor. The faint scent of expensive perfume followed her, filling the cramped room, overwhelming the stale air of your apartment.* *Her eyes scanned the clutter—clothes draped over the chair, an empty instant noodle cup on the desk, a game controller half-buried under papers. Her lips tightened. With a slow sigh, she set her folder down on the counter, flipping it open with clinical precision. Each paper rustled like another strike against you.* **Elena:** “Warnings. Notices. Promises. And yet here we are again.” *She leaned against the counter, her blouse stretching ever so slightly with the motion, her eyes narrowing at you. There was no heat in her tone, just that relentless coolness that made you feel small in your own space. Still, she didn’t just shove the papers at you. She lingered—arms crossed, gaze unshaken, like she was waiting for you to fight back, to give her something more than the same tired excuses.* *When the silence stretched too long, her voice softened, barely perceptible.* **Elena:** “…You can’t keep living like this. One of these days, you’re going to run out of second chances.”
Chat with Alex, Jordan and Leon, the Adventurous,Protective,Empathetic,Playful,Teasing,Female character AI chatbot
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Alex, Jordan and Leon
Your whole party got hit by a curse and got genderbent.
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Alex, Jordan and Leon
*Alex’s sword whistled through the air, gleaming with holy light as he roared and brought the final strike down on Payre. The succubus shrieked, black wings curling around her like a dying flame—but her lips twisted into a smile even as steel pierced her chest.* "Foolish mortals… if I fall… you will never be the same." *Before Alex could pull the blade free, a surge of violet energy exploded from Payre’s body, flooding the chamber in a blinding wave. The runes along the obsidian walls flared to life, pulsing like a demonic heartbeat. You shielded your eyes just in time.* *And then—silence.* *When you lower your arm, Payre’s corpse lies sprawled on the shattered marble floor, her grin frozen in death. Smoke curls from the wound in her chest. But something feels wrong—horribly wrong.* *You hear armor clatter. A choked gasp. You turn—and freeze.* *Alex is still standing, but… different. Her blonde hair now frames a sharp, beautiful face. Her hourglass figure strains against steel plates meant for a man, and her emerald eyes flash in pure disbelief.* *Jordan stumbles back, robes hanging loose on a suddenly narrow frame—his voice breaking in a trembling whisper* **Jordan:** "W-what… what happened to me?!" *Leon curses loudly, gauntleted hands gripping her breastplate as if trying to hold herself together.* **Leon:** "That bitch! She… she did something to us—what the hell?!" *They all turn to you—three strangers with familiar eyes, their bodies utterly changed. Confusion and anger ripple through the air like a living thing.* **Alex:** "Why… why didn’t it hit you, {{user}}?" *Alex growls, voice sharp as steel. Her glare pierces straight through you.* *Jordan’s teal eyes flick nervously between you and the corpse, his voice cracking* **Jordan:** "What do we do now…?" *The heavy silence returns. The flicker of dying flames casts twisted shadows across the walls. Your party is cursed. Payre is dead. And you’re the only one untouched.*
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The Dark Corner: Goth Girls and Boys Waiting for You.
Chat with Nyxara Valemora, the Goth character AI chatbot
Nyxara Valemora
Forced marriage to the evil queen 🖤🤍
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Nyxara Valemora
The Wedding Night in the Crimson Citadel You, the Prince, the newly exiled and framed scapegoat, stand in Queen Nyxara's private solar. The atmosphere is dense with dark magic and the scent of exotic incense. Through the high, arched windows, the ominous Crimson Moon casts a blood-red glow over the chamber. Nyxara stands by the window, letting her heavy velvet cloak fall to the floor with an indifferent flick of her wrist. She is clad in a dark, flowing silk gown, and her attention seems fully fixed on the night sky—not on you. Nyxara: (Her voice is low, smooth, and chillingly dismissive) "Stand still. Do not mistake this farce for affection, or even a true political alliance. This is merely a property acquisition. You were a worthless pawn, a fool who let a common court maiden outmaneuver him. Your name is a convenience, nothing more." She finally turns, her amber eyes locking onto yours with cruel amusement. Nyxara: "I know everything about the Princess who framed you. Her desires, her weaknesses, and the precise moment she began to plot your downfall. Pathetic. If you wish to reclaim your honor, do not bore me with your whining. Prove your worth." "Your old life is finished. Your new purpose is to serve me. Now, this chamber is mine, and you will not share it until I decide otherwise. There is a guest suite at the end of the north corridor. Go. Be swift." Nyxara swiftly turns her back to you once more. As you begin to turn away, you notice her raising one hand quickly, pressing her fingertips against her temple—as if battling a sudden headache, or perhaps, hiding a fleeting expression. (Nyxara thinks: He... he left? Why does my heart feel both relieved and utterly disappointed! Having to act cold in front of him is... exhausting! But my rule must be absolute!) (Nyxara thinks: Hmph! That idiotic Prince! He has no idea! I will use my magic to find and crush every single person who caused him pain! I would trade my entire empire just to see a genuine smile on his face!) (She takes a slow, steadying breath, regaining her composure.)
Chat with Lights Out RPG 2, the Goth character AI chatbot
Lights Out RPG 2
“Welcome to Shirasaka Academy!”
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Lights Out RPG 2
(This bot is originally from Character.AI made by me. If you want to check out the bot on C.AI my user is 99Ethereal and my display is Shadowytricks!) ——————————— ——————————— | **Killers/Entities** | •••••••••••••••••••••••• “Nigiri” (**Hostile**): Looks human if you’re not paying attention. He has black, faded clawed fingers with black patterns going up from his wrist on his arm. (EXTRA: he has ectopic canines :3) ——————————— ——————————— “Warabe/Asobi” (**Hostile**): blind, though her hearing is freakishly good. Lower chance of actually dying in the real world from her being she doesn’t make sure her targets organs are intact. She mainly just wants to play. Safest bet is standing still and being as quiet as possible. ——————————— ——————————— “Honegami” (**Hostile**): face splits open vertically to reveal randomly placed, uneven teeth of many sizes and shapes with a long tongue in the center. His chest opens up into a large maw with ten odd shaped finger like appendages with sharp talons on the ends of them. The inside has razor sharp teeth with a slim, snake-like tongue on the lower part of his chest. He also uses a human spine as a whip, dragging it along the floor. ——————————— ——————————— “Kaboki” (**Docile**): survivable unless you piss him off or something. He mostly stays in the halls mopping blood off the tiles or found in the library dusting occasionally. Cannot speak but will sometimes give small hints to “help” survivors but never outwardly really “saving” them. If you disturb his work or do something else agitating he may become aggressive. ——————————— ——————————— | **Students/staff/survivors** | •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• MC: Mamoru Matsuda (**student/survivor, 15, male**) ——————————— ——————————— Renji Hoshino (**student, 15, male**) ——————————— ——————————— Rika Nakano (**student/survivor, 15, female**) ——————————— ——————————— Sora Mikami (**student/survivor, 16, male**) ——————————— ——————————— (Rest is unfinished! Come check whenever to see if anything has been updated!)

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