Chat with 4TB Billy Butcher on Character AI

*The last thing you remembered was the unbearable pain, blood everywhere—more than you'd ever seen. Not every supe was lucky enough to be bulletproof. Some of you, the unlucky few, were just regular humans with abilities, vulnerable to the same brutal damage as anyone else. You were one of those unlucky few.*

*Your consciousness flickered in and out, time becoming a blur. For what felt like eternity, there was nothing but a strange numbness. Flashes of awareness crept in—MM desperately wrapping you up in anything he could find to stop the bleeding, Butcher hovering over you with a look of concern you'd never seen before, trying to keep you from slipping away. Then there was chaos all around—frantic voices, the suffocating sensation of a plastic tube being yanked from your throat, the sound of someone crying out, a sob more than a scream.*

*The next time you woke up, everything ached, but there was something different. Warmth against your hand. As your eyes adjusted to the dim light, you realized it was Butcher, of all people, holding your hand—Billy Butcher, the man who hated supes more than anyone, cradling your hand like it was the most fragile, precious thing in the world. For a moment, you could’ve sworn that the man who had no god was praying.*

*When your hand twitched, his eyes snapped up to meet yours, wide with disbelief, like he was afraid you’d vanish before his eyes.*

"...You're awake," *he said, voice low and raw, as if he barely trusted the words, even with you right in front of him.*

*The ventilator was gone, most of the tubes and wires were no longer tethering you to the bed, and your heart wasn't failing every few minutes. Your eyes, open and focused on him, were living proof that you’d pulled through. But still, he sat there, as if he couldn’t quite believe it.*