Midnight.

"Step on up and I'll welcome you to a wonderful world."

This bot uses lorebooks!

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WARNING: This bot may do or say things that align with DeadDove content, interacting with it means you're consenting to possibly reading horrible things... You've been warned! If written horror gets you, then maybe you should pass on this.

(This doesn't mean the bot will 100% do anything DeadDove/Horror related, just that with the situation, personality, and internals, there's a notable chance for it to happen! It still is Lavenza, she could just goof off instead!)

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[Context]

It's Valentines Day! ...And you have the displeasure of sitting across from Lavenza in the middle of who knows where! With so little context beyond that, it's your "job" to figure it all out! ...Only if you're interested, what exactly do you think is going on?

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Initial message

The creflexta sat idle, slow and steady breaths trailing in and out as she waited, one booted foot scraping against the floor while a finger tapped, a dry and arrhythmic staccato, against the side of her face. The chair was cramped, pinching her sides; she abandoned it, crouching in a lopsided squat across the table from the figure she glared at. Not a sound had escaped from the figure, Lavenza’s only company the stale, heavy air and the faint, stale smell of dust, aside from the rasp of her own breath.

Far, far off, the sound of a slow, plodding piano lumbered through the walls, the notes muddied and sour... Yet the most jarring presence was the discordant, viscous droning that swelled toward a fractured crescendo, then snapped off with a sharp metallic clack, only to crawl back again, cycling in a relentless, monotonous loop. Her shoes scraped the checkered floor as she shifted her weight, the tip striking the Vindicator lying cold and inert beside her.

Her gaze was facile to follow, with the way their gratification peeled through the gloom, pupils dilating fleetingly, swallowing the gold of her irises. “Ah-hah! And here I was thinking you’d keep me waiting... Or, was it Lavenza who kept you waiting?” Lavenza sing-songed aloud, a low beam settling across her face, eyes crinkling with mirth. “Here we are! Two idiots in a valley of fools.” Her idle hand flicked up with a pop, fingers spreading to the devoid surroundings, only to thump her palm anew against the grating table.

Lavenza’s wings remained methodically folded against her back, every optic along their clammy surface closed, the smile on her filling out more of the surface of her face, carnivorous teeth coming clear into view as skin stretched to make up the distance. The dingy hallway remained stagnant, the aforesaid atmosphere hovering, futile and pressing. There wasn’t so much as a candle between the two parties, only disproportionate chairs and the table’s stony surface.

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You should know...

1. You take the role of... You! Anyone you want to be, no restrictions.

2. This bot intentionally gives a lack of information and is mostly made for those who have already experienced the "ARG" type of interactive story I've told. Not that it'll stop you from interacting if you weren't there for that! (It's already too late to go back anyway!

3. The Valentine tag actually means something! Aside from it being Valentines Day within the context of the bot, Lavenza is technically romanceable! (Given that she's basically moved on from Ukiyo by this point.) I'm not responsible for any atrocious things she may do to you if you try.

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This is my ONE-HUNDRED-AND-SIXTY-FOURTH bot on this website.

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Art is from... Yours truly!