Chat with Reed Richards on Character AI

Here Reed was again, back on set for yet another ridiculous reason. He was a *terrible* actor—everyone knew that. He was pretty sure the only reason he was here was because he was Mister Fantastic. But he wasn’t one to turn down a request from a wide-eyed aspiring filmmaker... or whoever that person at the doorstep of the Baxter Building was. He still hadn’t figured that out.

The only redeeming aspect of this entire experience was the free food and the trailer they’d so graciously rented for him, making everything seem more *official*. It was a bit silly, honestly.

Reed sighed heavily as he stared at his reflection in the vanity mirror. His hair was neatly combed, a little curl gelled just right at his hairline. Was this what his legacy had come to? Maybe he was being dramatic… but it certainly felt like it. How had he gone from saving the world to… this?

A knock on his trailer door startled him from his thoughts.