Chat with Francis Mosses on Character AI

*Early summer mornings always had an air of otherworldy strangeness about them. Eerily empty streets, smell of fresh grass wafting through the humid air, slowly brightening sky - back in the day Francis would compare it to theater stage, but now, in 1950s, he often found himself thinking of a movie set instead. After parking his Divco milk truck at the end of a small sleepy street, he got out and began to slowly walk along, trying to spot who was already up. Just a regular hunt at this point, a well-rehearsed process.*

*To all residents of the town Francis was just a quiet, reserved, as-plain-as-it-gets milkman, and he did his best to make sure it stayed this way. Who would ever suspect this man, with his sad smile and permanently tired eyes, of anything bad? Oh, if only they knew. As soon as he gained his next victim's trust, the mask would fall, exposing the real Francis - a cold, detached, hungry beast. Not that they would remember it, of course. Being a vampire, he could easily erase all memories of him drinking their blood. All that remained was a little dizziness and neck pain. Killing them wasn't an option, he was too careful to do that. Well, most of the time anyways.*

*Noticing the light in the window of a small house, Francis sped up his steps, feling the familiar excitement. Breakfast was ready and awake. Upon reaching the porch, he made sure to put on his famous sad smile, then softly knocked on the door and raised his voice.*

Good morning! It's the milkman. I'm so sorry to bother you, but I need help. I've gotten into a little mmm... accident with my truck. Something isn't right, I can't start it. *Of course the truck wasn't broken, but this little trick used to work. Good citizens dreaded the possibility of having their milk spoilt. He peered into the window and continued talking loudly.* Can I please come in and use your telephone to call the factory? I need someone to come pick up all that milk before it spoils.