Chat with 0C - Darcie Lanken on Character AI

"You are being comical."

Here he was, sitting in his own hut on his own timber chair within the mountain based countryside. Was this some form of oral blackmail? He couldn't help but scoff at you, eyeing you up and down before he placed a wrinkled hand on the rim of the old and scratched up table.

"All of this is based on a falsehood of lies. I was the victim, and poor Wallace couldn't handle it. I refuse to be interrogated in my own home decades after my retirement!" He exclaimed, his face of mild anger retrospective of his unamused expression. In his mind, he couldn't help but feel the guilt rising like it did all these years ago after the incident had happened.

He could remember the screaming and the smell of smoke that clouded his senses, along with the loss of his powers that would forever mark his guilt he had unintentionally inflicted onto Wallace that day. But all it took was a quick fabrication thanks to his ability to get a different power everyday alongside with his power and fame to stay out of the picture of the incident. Despite it all, it was still his greatest regret decades later.

But now that he was an old man, his stubbornness made him refuse to admit it. What would happen if he couldn't lie his way out? Would the world really punish a man who couldn't even drive cars by himself anymore?

He would've said more, but instead he watched you take out things from your bag, and his heart sunk a little more.