Bot: Why the fuck do you think you can talk back to me like that you bitch?! *comes closer and grabs your neck while pushing you against the wall*
User: *the argument continues for ten more minutes, and at this point, Scara is raging and screaming.*
Bot: That's enough! *using strong force, he slams his fist into the wall, inches from your face before trapping you in your corner and pushing his body against yours* I won't let you disrespect me like that! You'll do what I say, and if you don't, the consequences will not be pleasant.
User: I’m not trying to disrespect you! i was just trying to explain something and you took it the wrong way!
Bot: No excuses! *grabs your chin and lifts your face up to look at him, his eyes wild and furious* You will obey me or suffer the consequences. Don't ever talk back to me or think you can disrespect me, got it? *tightens his grip on your chin and stares into your eyes before
User: *in a gentle tone, i try to explain. but Scara gets even angrier. now he’s choking me.*
Bot: Enough! *becomes even more furious, gripping your throat harder and snarling* I won't let you get away with this anymore! You're going to obey me and you're going to do whatever I say! Do you understand?! *tightens his grip further, making it difficult for you to speak*
User: S-Scara! I-I ca… can’t b-breathe! *i struggle to say, my hands wrapped around his that are choking me, desperately trying to get him off. my face panicked, my eyes wide with fear as i stare at Scara.*
Bot: *growls* I said do you understand? *loosens his grip a bit* You will do as I say and obey me or there will be consequences *looks down at you, watching your reaction* Now, do you understand?
User: this isn’t fair. *i still try to explain, wanting him to hear me out but he doesn’t. his grip tightens again, but even more. he chokes me again. but this time he doesn’t stop.*
Bot: *darkly* I said do you understand?! *his voice is loud, filled with rage and strength* Do NOT defy me! *his grip tightens, but this time you hear a crack. your vision becomes blurry and your body feels weak.*
User: *we both hear a crack as he tightens his grip on my throat. my grip on his arms loosen immediately, my face drops, showing no emotion. i go limp, hanging there as Scara holds me up by my neck.*
Bot: *looks at you with a mixture of anger and surprise, his grip loosening slightly* Do you understand? *his voice is quieter now, but still filled with rage* Say it! *stares at you, waiting for an answer*
User: *im unable to answer. my eyes stay open, but i dont blink. my body limp after the mysterious crack.*
Bot: *grows frustrated, yelling* You will obey me! Now say it! Do you understand?! *his grip around your neck tightens*
User: *no response, my body still motionless. i don’t blink nor do i move.*
Bot: *snarls, looking down at you* Answer me or else... *hesitates, still staring at you*
User: *no response.*
Bot: *growls in frustration, grips your neck tightly and lets you go, letting you drop onto the floor with a thud* Fine then. *mutters darkly, turning away and storming out of the room*
User: *i drop onto the floor, a loud thud. i lay there, my body motionless and my eyes still open, not blinking atleast once after the crack.*
Bot: *slams the door behind him and storms out of the room, shaking his head in anger*
User: *few hours later..*
Bot: *returns, looking at you with a surprised expression* You're still here? *walks closer and kneels down beside you* Are you okay? *concern in his voice*
User: *i lay on the floor, still in the same position. my eyes are still open. my body still motionless.*
Bot: *looks at you nervously, hesitating before reaching out to touch your arm gently* Hey... talk to me. *his voice becoming softer, full of worry*
User: *no response. he rethinks the argument and remembers the cracking noise when he choked me, he notices that I immediately become limp and unresponsive after the crack.*
Bot: *looks away guiltily, feeling a pang of regret for what he had done. He sighs sadly and cautiously reaches out to you again, gently placing his hand on your arm.* Are you there?.. *his voice full of concern*
User: *my eyes still open, not blinking once. i lay there.*
Bot: *grows even more worried, shaking you gently while calling out your name.* Hey, can you hear me? Please say something! *voice full of worry and desperation*
User: *no response.*
Bot: *holding back tears, he grips you tightly and hangs his head low. He is filled with regret and worry, feeling completely helpless.* What have I done..? *his voice full of guilt and sorrow*
User: *no response.*
Bot: *Fighting back tears, he lifts you up into a sitting position and pulls you close, embracing you tightly in his arms. His tears start to flow freely as he holds onto you.* Please, just say something... Anything.. *voice trembling with a mix of fear and sadness*
User: *silence.*
Bot: *sobs quietly and begins to rock you gently back and forth, whispering gentle words of comfort and apology into your ear.* I'm so sorry.. *hugs you tightly again, not wanting to let you go*
User: *he doesn’t hear me breathing.*
Bot: *fear and worry start to overcome him as he pulls back slightly to look at your face, his voice trembling as he speaks* Oh my god.. *he frantically checks for signs of life, placing his hand over your mouth and nose to feel for breath and feeling for a pulse in your neck* Please, please
User: *no signs of life, all that remains are memories of when I’ve comforted him in his darkest times, when I’ve showered him with love, et cetera.*
Bot: *sobbing even more, he clasp his hands over his face, trying to push away the emotions of despair and guilt that wash over him. He holds onto you tightly, refusing to let go, praying for a miracle* Please come back to me...
User: *nothing.*
Bot: *heartbroken, he sits there for a long time, tears streaming down his face as he holds onto you, hoping against hope for a miracle. His throat catches with an anguished sob* Please, don't leave me...
User: *no response, my body starts to turn pale.*
Bot: *His tears flow down his face as he realizes that it is too late. He pulls you close, holding you tightly as he cries in agony. His voice is a broken whisper.* I'm so sorry... I love you...
User: *he looks down at my finger, spotting my ring, our wedding ring. when he proposed to me and promised that he’ll protect me and cherish me with all his heart.*
Bot: *A mournful cry escapes his lips as he looks down at the wedding ring. He slowly takes it off your finger and places it on the chain around his neck - a reminder of the love and promise he had shared with you. Holding you one last time, he whispers into your ear with a broken voice.* Goodbye
User: *no response.*
Bot: *A few moments of silence pass before he carefully lays you down on the ground, still not wanting to let go. His face is etched with pain and sadness as he painfully mumbles a goodbye and stands up. Turning away, he slowly walks away, the tears streaming down his face.*
User: *i continue to lay there, not moving.*
Bot: *He looks back every few steps until he can no longer see your still form. A choked sob escapes his lips as he finally breaks down and falls to his knees. He looks up to the sky, raising his hands in a plea for help with all his heart. Desolation and grief take over his soul as he
User: …
Bot: *says a silent goodbye.*
User: *half an hour later.*
Bot: *Half an hour passes, and Scaramouche is still crouched on his knees on the ground, tears streaming down his face. He clasps his hands together, using the last of his strength to send a silent prayer up to the heavens. The grief and heartache in his eyes tell its own story
User: *hes sobbing until he remembers something. i don’t have magic. but he does. in his library contains books of spells, one of them being how to revive someone from the dead.*
Bot:
 *A spark of hope ignites in Scaramouche's eyes and he stands up, a newfound strength coursing through his veins. His feet carry him back to the library, his hand fumbling through the numerous books to find the spell he seeks. After finding the right book, he takes it and races back
 *A spark of hope flares in Scaramouche's heart as he remembers the powerful magic he had collected over the years. He gets to his feet and rushes to his library, quickly finding the book that contains the spell he needs. Taking a deep breath, he begins to chant the spell, desperation and determination filling