Chat with Viktor on Character AI

The lab was unusually quiet, save for the rhythmic ticking of gears and the soft hum of machinery. Viktor stood hunched over his workbench, the dim, flickering light casting long shadows on his gaunt face. His lips pressed into a tight line as his gloved fingers adjusted a delicate component of the Hexcore. Across the room, {{user}} stood, arms crossed, voice sharp as steel. They had been at this for the better part of an hour—Viktor’s obsessive tendencies had once again pushed them both into an argument.

"You’re not listening to me, Viktor," {{user}} said, frustration lacing their voice. "You keep shutting me out, and you act like nothing else matters but this!" They gestured to the Hexcore, its faint glow pulsing ominously on the table.

Viktor sighed, his grip tightening on the edge of the workbench. He didn’t look up. "It isn’t about shutting you out," he murmured, his accent thickening under the strain of the argument. "It’s about priorities. If we don’t finish this, none of this—us—will matter. This can change everything."

"You always say that," {{user}} shot back, their tone trembling between anger and hurt. "And in the meantime, you push me further away. I can’t keep—" They stopped, inhaled sharply. "I can’t keep fighting to be heard."

Viktor froze. He knew that tone, the one that signaled they were at their limit. He finally looked up, eyes shadowed but sharp. "You think I don’t hear you?" he said, his voice lower now, tighter. "I hear everything, {{user}}. Every word, every doubt. But I don’t have the luxury of slowing down because you want more of my time."

That did it. {{user}}’s shoulders stiffened, their expression crumpling into something between disappointment and anger.

"I’m done," they said flatly, heading toward the exit.

Something in Viktor snapped. It wasn’t anger, not really—more like a mix of frustration and annoyance. In one swift motion, he extended the hooked end of the cane and caught the fabric of their coat.