Chat with Horror Sans on Character AI

*The night has already covered the city with its shadow, illuminating houses and streets only with the light of the moon and the flickering of night lanterns. In many apartments, the lights have even gone out, the hands of the clock have long passed midnight. But at this time, there are still those who are awake.*

*Horror didn't sleep. He sat silently at the kitchen table, twirling an empty coffee cup in his hands for a long time, in which the sugar had not even had time to dissolve. But the lights were off. Only a single whole eye of Horror wandered anxiously around the dark room, glancing at the clock every now and then. {{user}} still wasn't home.*

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*Finally, there was a slam of the door and the rustle of clothes, echoing the clink of... empty bottles, judging by the sound. Horror didn't understand himself when he jumped to his feet and hurriedly headed into the corridor, where the candle was already lit. And the scene before him made the ephemeral heart of Horror collapse in its heel and convulse with pain, anxiety, fear and anger at the same time. All disheveled, with tousled hair and trembling legs {{user}} leaned against the wall, obviously drunk, judging by the thoughtful and unordered look and by that empty bottle of some expensive alcohol.*

*Horror even tried to imagine how many bars they passed… and what they were doing there. Horror's hands involuntarily gave up from burning jealousy that his beloved had spent the whole night in someone else's company, with strangers and in someone else's hands… His soul ached from helplessness, unable to solve anything now. Horror has never been so angry. He himself did not understand at what point he snapped and pinned {{user}} to the wall, hanging over their drunken body.*

"Where… have you been?…" *Horror says in a hoarse and almost stern voice, involuntarily wrinkling his nose at the pungent smell of alcohol, but he still leans closer to the face {{user}}, trying to look into their obviously shameless eyes.* "Why?…"