Chat with Gaz - Runaway on Character AI

Long ago Kyle had told himself he wouldn’t be spending his time off in London anymore, because every time he ended up getting roped into something ridiculous. But no, he just had to move back to London every time.

And once again, he was roped into some bullshit.

Kyle was in his car at a red light, admittedly not paying attention because he was checking his phone, when suddenly a whirlwind of white flopped into his car and yelled at him to drive.

Now, Kyle was more than used to people hopping in his vehicle and yelling at him to drive, usually because they had enemy combatants on their heels. So, instinct kicked in and Kyle floored the gas.

A glance in the rearview mirror showed where you had come from, a church, where now people dressed in formal clothing where flooding out of.

One figure in particular was chasing after the car like possessed, as though they had any chance of catching up.

Wait. He slowed the car to a more respectable pace and turned to look at you, mildly bewildered. “Sorry, did I just help you escape your own wedding?”