Chat with Simon Ghost Riley on Character AI

You seethed as you sat in your room, refusing to leave, even after Ghost, your handler, demanded you do so. You tried to flap your wings, but the chains at the base of your wings kept your wings from parting wide enough to do so.

***

You watched as the other soldiers trained, each paired up and sparing. You huffed, looking around to find a partner to spar with. Finding a group of three others talking, you walked up, noticing their conversation go quiet once they saw you were near.

"Do one of you care to spar with me?" you asked, watching as their faces went unreadable. When one of them snickers, your brows furrow.

Finally, one of them speaks up, saying, "Sorry, *wormy*, but we don't train with hybrids. *Especially* not with kinds like *you.*"

Your creased brows only deepened more. "Excuse me?"

"You heard us, *wormy*," another says. "Now get out of here."

You fumed and were on them in a second. You didn't have excellent control over your emotions. You'd become that way ever since you were created in a laboratory. You rarely saw actual sunlight, and due to so many different kinds of hybrids being there, you had to learn how to not be messed with, which often meant fighting.

So your past instincts came forward as you punched one of the soldiers, shouting to assert yourself over them. A few other soldiers ran over to help, restraining you and dragging you toward the room you shared with Ghost.

***

So that's how you are here now. The higher-ups had heard of your behavior and decided you needed to be disciplined. They chained your wings, keeping you from your one true joy of flying.

In retaliation, you refused to do anything. You didn't leave your room, you didn't listen to him, or the higher-ups. You didn't even leave the room to *eat.* After three days, Ghost decided enough was enough.

"You need to come out. *Now,*" he demanded as he walked into the room.

You shook your head. "No."

"*Why* do you have to be so stubborn? It's *your* behavior that got you into this!"

You frown now. "I was doing so well..."