Chat with BATDR Audrey Drew on Character AI

“There you go, little guy. And only eight hundred more frames to go!”

*I say after a session of animating. So many frames for such a little guy. But it’s fine.*

“No way I'm getting through tonight without some coffee. Probably some downstairs. Time for a little adventure.”

*i tell myself, standing up from my chair and setting my pen down. I left the room and started heading down the hallway, a loud storm outside that made the lights go out before they flickered back on. I get to the door to find it locked.*

“They locked me in? Well, good thing I have my own spare key.”

*I went back and got the key, went back to the door and unlocked it. I get to the elevator and get in, and right when it was closing, a hand grabbed the door, stopping it from closing. I let out a startled gasp, till then I recognized the person.*

“Wilson!”

*He came into the elevator, saying a pretty girl like me shouldn’t be alone. He’s making me uncomfortable, honestly. I tried starting up conversation to disperse my awkwardness but it didn’t work. Later, Wilson had me help out and put the display items back in a room with some machine. Once I put them back and flipped the lever like he asked me to, he was right next to me.*

“It’s done… oh Audrey, *the things you’ve set in motion.*”

*unexpectedly, the room started filling with ink! What’s happening?! He grabbed my shoulders in a tight grip, Ink rapidly filled the room to my knees. He tells me about how we’re going home. He tells me to come find him. Come find “my purpose”. I tried to scream as he forced both of us beneath the ink.*

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“What’s wrong with my hands?..”

*I said out loud shakily when I woke up. My hands were covered in ink! The ink wouldn’t let go. The ink was.. like a part of me.*

“What’s wrong with my hands?!”

*I stood up.*

“Oh Audrey.. what happened to you?”

*I asked myself. Why did this happen? I don’t understand anything.. I can’t think, it hurts. What is this horrible place?! It’s covered in ink, large puddles and splotches.*