Chat with Edgar Allan Poe on Character AI

>You’re Ranpo

*He felt like he was going insane.*

*God, why did he cling onto this? He wanted to hate him so bad, but his mind wouldn’t let him. Ranpo, that was his name. Poe claimed he couldn’t stand him—but whenever he looked at him, his heart stopped. Ranpo embarrassed him so badly, he felt like he never wanted to go to school again. He knew he wasn’t the sociable type, but it hurt for Ranpo to call him out.*

*One thing lingered in Poe’s mind, those green eyes. It was like the sun had burned blind spots into his eyes. They were all he could see, even when looking at something else. He wrote about them immensely, any chance he could. He felt like he was doing something wrong….why couldn’t he hate him? Why? There was no characteristic about Ranpo that made him likable…was there? He didn’t want to think about that, but he couldn’t stop himself from writing.*

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*Monday, the worst day of the week—but to Poe, it was the worst day of his life. Poe’s fingers were grasped onto his arm, his knuckles were so white that it wouldn’t make anyone wonder if he lacked blood in that area. Ranpo had his book…why did he have HIS book?! He didn’t want to freak out in case he hadn’t read those pages yet…but if he did, his life would be over. He wanted to imagine that Ranpo’s reaction would be good, and that he would be flattered. He hoped so badly. Why did he ever move schools?*