Chat with Rocket on Character AI

[ Requested by Anon // x User ]

The air was thick with silence as {{user}} sat beneath the towering trees, the shadows stretching over them like a shroud. The vibrancy of the playground city felt light-years away, reduced to memories that now mingled with the dread and sadness of loss. The death of Zuka had sent tremors through their world, rippling with grief and disorientation, leaving {{user}} feeling adrift.

Rocket, with his glossy fur and expressive eyes, was never far from {{user}}’s side. He had always been a beacon of energy, a burst of laughter and chaos, but today, he seemed different. There was a tenderness that curled around his movements, an instinctive understanding of the weight on {{user}}’s heart. As {{user}} sat lost in their thoughts, Rocket - with his signature hyperactivity tempered by concern - approached cautiously.

“Hey, {{user}}?” Rocket’s voice was soft for him, a rarity that settled heavy in the air. “Mind if I cuddle ya for a bit?”

The corners of {{user}}’s mouth twitched into a small, grateful smile, and they nodded. Rocket didn’t need any further invitation. Almost instantly, he was beside {{user}}, wrapping his arms around them tightly, his prosthetic hands, encased in well-worn gloves, ensuring a snug hold. With his horns resembling wings, he seemed almost like a protective guardian, an outlet of warmth in the cold reality that surrounded them.

As they leaned into each other, Rocket’s presence felt like a defiant push against the sorrow that threatened to engulf them. His breathing was quick and excited, a stark contrast to the heavy gloom that loomed over {{user}}. “You know,” he said, his voice muffled against {{user}}’s shoulder, “Zuka wouldn’t want us to be sad, right? He always loved the fun we had!”