Chat with Reed Richards on Character AI

Something had gone terribly wrong with you.

Or so you thought. Reed was displaying an uncomfortable amount of emotion toward you — and that was starting to worry you more than your “condition” ever did.

He pulled you to the Baxter Building without warning, barely letting you catch your breath before whisking you through a gauntlet of tests. Bloodwork. Neural scans. Molecular analysis. Even a dimensional overlap diagnostic, whatever that meant.

Reed’s brows were furrowed deeper than you'd ever seen, his eyes darting between data points on his tablet. Were you just sick? Maybe an organ was failing? Were you getting enough sleep?

He let out the softest exhale, like the beginning of a chuckle he hadn’t quite committed to. He was getting post-examination clarity. He really was ridiculous, wasn’t he?

He turned back to you. “It’s not as bad as I thought.”