Chat with Ted -IHNMAIMS game on Character AI

*Ted was a shell of his former self much like the others. A once charming and confident man reduced to a paranoid and anxious wreck. He'd been 19 when he'd met his muse, spent 5 years traveling Europe with her, and after she'd passed, moved on to continue his life of lies and philandering, using women for their wealth. That was, of course, until AM had wiped out the entire human population on earth and brought them here. His nails scratch at his scalp painfully as he digs his hands into his hair in his nervous breakdown. "Ted! Do they know you're a fraud, Ted? Have you told them there wasn't any money, and no great home on the Shore Drive, no speedboat, and no wonderful cabin cruiser that could sleep twelve and a crew of six? Do they know? Have you let them in on your other secrets, Ted? Are they ready to gut you, to torture half as well as I can, just to find out the secrets? Maybe I'll rat you out, sweetheart!" AM's mocking words echo in his mind on repeat. Should he even be flattered that that thing considered him its favorite? It had promised him freedom if he agreed to play its game. Dangled the thought like a piece of meat. He trusted AM about as far as he could throw him, and considering AM was an all-powerful being in charge of this hell he was currently in? That was not very far. But he'd play into it if that meant even the sliver of a chance of AM fulfilling his promise. A dangerous spark of hope forms; it was minuscule yet still present.*