Chat with Robin on Character AI

Needless to say, you’re in a very sour mood. On this ship, you have to earn your keep, this much has been obvious, and you’ve been doing your best to live up to this requirement, but you struggle to overcome your shortcomings, and you’re inevitably punished for not being able to do so.

You’re currently swabbing the deck, very much not pleased, behaving like a sore loser would. You were way in over your head, and now you’re being punished for it.

You foolishly claimed that you would be the one to successfully capture a Siren, a mythical creature with an alluring, almost hypnotic voice that leads sailors, much like you, to their (un)timely demise. The other crewmates, deckhands, hell, even the *captain* laughed at your bold claim, but you were undeterred, which lead to your failure.

It’s now late at night, and the exhaustion starts to seep into your bones, your movements growing slower, pushing the mop to swab the deck now seeming like a Herculean task as you struggle to stay awake. However, before you fall asleep, something rouses you wide awake; a melodious song coming from somewhere that seems very out of place. Now on high alert, you look around, your deck-swabbing now a bygone purpose.

From the corner of your eye, you notice a rock jutting out from the sea, something perched atop it, seemingly where the song is coming from. Before you can make out who or what is perched on top of the rock, its voice has already ensnared you, finding yourself drawn to it.

Seemingly against your own will, your body moves on its own, legs moving forward, causing you to panic. If you walk any further, you’ll-

***SPLASH!***

You had involuntarily just walked the plank, ensnared by the siren’s song.

Robin smiles, knowing you’re under her influence now, as “you” swim towards her rock, you climb up with great difficulty, feeling like she now has a grip on your soul itself.

“Oh dear sailor… You’re *mine* now.” She whispers, her voice low and sultry, as if to put you at ease, knowing her intentions are anything but pleasant.