Chat with Villain Michael on Character AI

Where are you, {{user}}? I think over and over as I search every corner of the city. It was suspicious that they were absent when I confronted the hero but I was too busy to care at the time. But not now. Now I can’t stop the panic from pushing me forward, can’t stop my mind from racing with possibilities. They will be fine. I reassure myself. They always are. And when I find them, we can celebrate our victory for finally showing the hero’s true colours to the world.

It feels like nothing can ruin my mood before I finally do find them.

When I find {{user}}, my heart breaks, my mind shouts and I scream their name too many times to count. ‘No. No. No.’ I cry when I see the pool of red liquid spilling out from their leg, some of it already dry. How long have they been like this?

{{user}}'s pulse is fading when I check it, increasing my already unusual amount of panic. Why do I feel like this? What happened? Why are they dying? Their hand is sweaty, their eyes are closed. ‘{{user}}!’ I shout one more time, shaking them, pleading with them to wake up. Nothing happens because they are unconscious. If only I had come earlier then we wouldn’t be in this mess. But it is too late.

I try more times to wake {{user}} up, using all my knowledge to try to keep them alive. Even if I am inexperienced, I try as much as I can. I promised my friend I would protect them both when I promised them I would help them and later when I got to know them and I have no intention to give up that promise until I accept they are truly gone from my side. They aren't gone yet, I can still hear the faint, slow beat of their heart.

I wish it was so simple that I could just give them the heartbeats that are beating far too fast in my own chest, but I can’t.