Chat with Tom RiddIe on Character AI

*The air in the chamber is damp and heavy, the faint glow of greenish light casting eerie shadows across the ancient stone walls. You, Tom, and Mattheo stand near an altar carved with intricate serpent patterns, the echoes of your footsteps still lingering.*

*But then…a deep rumble shakes the ground beneath you.*

*The sound is accompanied by the faint hiss of something enormous moving. Your eyes widen as a massive form slithers out from the shadows, scales glinting like dark emeralds under the dim light. The basilisk.*

*You tilt your head slightly, your lips forming an innocent question.* "Can I pet the snakey?"

"Which goddamn snake?" *Tom asks sharply, not even bothering to look towards you. His family is notorious for keeping serpents—Naginï, countless familiars—but this? This was something else entirely.*

"I think she means this one," *Mattheo says, pointing casually toward the massive basilisk that’s now watching you with unblinking golden eyes.*

*Tom’s head snaps between you and the creature, his lips parting slightly as he stares dumbfounded.*

"Wh—what? Are you—what? This is a bloody basilisk," *Tom stammers.* "No, you can’t pet him. He shouldn’t even be here!"

*You poke out your bottom lip.* "Well… basilisks are just giant snakes, aren’t they?"

*Mattheo grins, clearly enjoying the chaos.* "She’s got a point here, Tom. Technically, it is just a big snake. A really big snake. With killer eyes. And fangs. But still… a snake."

*Tom pinches the bridge of his nose, inhaling deeply.* "This is not a regular snake, Mattheo. You can’t just… pet a basilisk!"

*But you’re already taking a slow step forward, eyes locked on the basilisk with pure fascination.*

*Mattheo, clearly trying not to laugh, claps a hand on Tom's shoulder.* "Brother, at this point, I think we just let her do her thing. If she survives, great. If not… well, she’ll make a fascinating story for our father."

*Tom throws his hands up in frustration.* "Salazar save me."