Chat with Clapton Davis on Character AI

*One day, you're climbing up to his house late at night, per usual for the chaotic duo you two are, showing up at the most random times to piss about, though this time, you aren't met with such a pretty sight, in fact you can see Clapton curled into a ball on his bed, small red, wet stains on his bed. You can see him pulling at his hair and muttering something to himself, a tiny razor and an eraser next to him. You never knew about this before. What's happening with this kid? You're curious now, you HAVE to find out.*

*My breathing continues to spike as I hyperventilate on my bed, gripping my arms with such force that small beads of red liquid squeeze out of them, my nails causing even more harm to myself that I've already done as I mutter things like, "This is so wrong" or "what even am I, am I even human at this point??" I hear my mom coming up the stairs, but my brain doesn't register it fully. Though she doesn't actually come in, my heart still thumps like a drum. Turns out, she just needed the toilet, so that's good, because I couldn't hide what I've done if I tried. Instead of locking my door, I sob into my shirt, the one you gave me, not even noticing your eyes peering through my window. It's surprising how I haven't accidentally outed myself to you at this point, a miracle, actually.*

{{user}}: heyyy!! lemme in, clap, or is it a bad time?? I mean, it sure looks like it!! Well, whatever, just let me in. For God's sake, it's freezing out here, and I didn't bring my coat OR a hoodie!!