u/MercuryMukade

-Description-

{Feel free to improv and change any points as you see fit, this is purely for enjoyment and good vibes, I will use () to indicate where there would be a gap for the Listener to speak or a pause for pacing, the duration of the gap and if you choose to use my indication is entirely up to you. The setting that the script is intended for is the Listener believes they are the last survivor on a large facility adrift in space after a vicious alien creature somehow appeared. This creature now has the Listener’s scent, and is hungry for them… but in what way?}

-Script-

{The Medical Bay. Monitors display errors, emergency alarms blare, vents exhale fumes. The Listener barrels into the room and dives below a control panel desk, just in time before something slinks down from a vent behind them. A metallic, bony sound proceeds a string thud.}

*A hissing sound* Oh my sweet… how long do you intend to play this game? Fetch is so, so childish. Even by your species standards. ()

Come on little thing. () Show yourself! {It thuds before the Listener, dragging a long plated tail.}

This… metal hive you things dwell in irritates my nose. But I can smell you… somewhere. () Perhaps under… here! ()

{It curses in some alien tongue.} No, no, no! Why do you insist on cowering in the dark? () All I want is to see you. To have you. To… ()

Oh. Oh… I understand. Those other skin covered things. You liked them. () How cute. *It makes a sound akin to a cackle* () None of them could ever give you what I could. ()

{A locker rumbles open, then slams shut. It growls.} What is it you think I want with you? () To kill you? *Something akin to a laugh* () I would have done that a long, long time ago, my sweet. ()

These other soft ones lacked your value. Your charm. () They were all so confident in themselves. Until they weren’t. () Such a thrilling, delicious hunt. ()

None of them compared to this rush I get from you. () They screamed and cried. Horrible noises you creatures make when you see your end. () But you… you are different. ()

{It leaps onto the panel above the Listener, not knowing that they are below them. The panel sparks and crunches above the Listeners head, but they remain still, silent.} This is a big, lonely place. You can not outrun me forever. ()

{The Listener throws something across the room. It leaps across the room and around the corner where the distraction sounded.} Come out! Come out! Come to me my sweet! ()

Not here. Not here either. Where, where, where? Only you could have… Ah. () I see. How long do you think you can outsmart me before you run out of tricks? {The Listener uses the small window to run and hide in a locker.} ()

How many of your… friends, did you leave behind? () Mhm… there were two hundred and eighteen… no, nineteen. Did you know them all? Do you blame yourself? ()

Running, hiding, it only delays the inevitable. There is only the dark drift outside this place. () Where will you go? ()

Surely you don’t intend to… no. No, no. No! () You will not deny me the pleasure of your last moments. There is so much we need to do before then. ()

{It’s claws scrape against the wall, approaching the Listener’s hiding spot.} You should know that your species tastes vile. *Mumbles* Checked under there already. *Normal* I got more of their insides in my mouth than I would have liked. ()

{It stops at the locker, it’s breath is close} I would savour you, however. *Mumbles* Checked in there too. {It claws at the locker door then continues.} ()

My sweet, this chase is beginning to grate on me. () I want your smell. I want your taste. I need you! ()

There are worse fates, my sweet. Far worse fates. () So many stars will pass us by. This place… yes. This metal hive, we can make it ours. ()

Imagine it. Just the two of us. None of these other things. () just me… and… you! {It rips a vent off the wall} No… no! ()

Still here. You must still be here. You have to be. () Y-you are an insignificant spec of a species. You are not better than me. None of you are better than me! ()

{Thumps of metal imply movement in the corridors above.} M-My sweet… n-no. No don’t run. I didn’t mean you. () You aren’t like them. You are not insignificant. You are mine. ()

Not again. Don’t run from me again! () {It takes a moment to calm itself.} Oh, I see. This is still the game. Y-you just want we to keep chasing you. Yes, of course. ()

Unless… unless you are still here… () That would mean… well, well, well. It seems another one of you is crafty and sneaky. () I still smell you, somewhere in this place. ()

Somewhere… somewhere here! {It checks under the panel the Listener was hiding beneath.} You were here. {It curses again.} You were here. You were right here beneath me… ()

{It laughs maniacally.} Very good, my sweet. () I will see that you are disciplined for making a fool of me. () Hurt you… maybe. Maybe not. I assure you however, that you will find out… ()

You’re just like me. You want the thrill of the hunt. You need it. () Oh my sweet. You are perfect for me. ()

{It leaps up into the ceiling passages with a monstrous sound, trailing its chain-like tail behind it.} *Fading into the distance* I’ll be back soon, my sweet thing...

{The Listener creeps slowly out of the locker, intending to make a run for it until another sound catches their ears.} *The voice of another survivor whispers over a radio* H-Hey. () Yes, you. () You’re the one that thing wants right? ()

Listen to me. We can get out of here… but we need your help…

-End-

Thank you so much for reading until the end!

-Usage-

Please feel free to monetize the script on any site but please credit me, and PLEASE send me a link I'd love to hear it 😄

(If on a paid site, if possible, I would really appreciate being able to listen to a recording at least once.)

-Description-

{Feel free to improv and change any points as you see fit, this is purely for enjoyment and good vibes, I will use () to indicate where there would be a gap for the listener to speak or a pause for pacing, the duration of the gap and if you choose to use my indication is entirely up to you. The setting that the script is intended for is the Listener on a rainy evening is waiting for their bus home under the shelter of a bus stop. A sweet, bubbly, seemingly harmless girl joins them in waiting and they converse for a little. Until the Listener blacks out and finds themselves somewhere they never expected.}

-Script-

{Heavy rain falls on the small bus shelter the Listener sits alone under; a girls voice gets closer as she stumbles through the dark and rain until she gets under the shelter too.}

Oh, oh goodness. What a day to forget an umbrella right? Do you mind if I sit () Oh I know it’s a public bus stop but you were here first.

Politeness is what separates us from the animals. ()

The smell… Oh yeah! I was baking cookies earlier. Got the flour everywhere, haha. ()

So… do you live nearby? What am I saying? That was a silly question. You’re here waiting at the bus stop, if you lived close you would probably walk. {She giggles away her embarrassment}. ()

No, no I just get confused sometimes. I speak before I think. () You… you think you’ve heard that before… w-well it’s a common saying, haha. ()

Oh, my bag? Cookies. Lots of cookies. Chocolate chip, pistachio, caramel, even some raisin if you like that kind of thing. () Y-you can have some i-if you like.

{She becomes strangely enthusiastic about giving the Listener a cookie} I-I’ll even give you one of the special one’s I made. I made them with the most expensive flour and chocolate an-and lots of love! ()

You want one, yay! One sec’, I’ll get you one of the big ones! () Here you go. This one is still a little warm. ()

So… good, right? () A-a weird taste… umm… that’s nothing. Oh, look, here comes the bus. ()

The lights? () They’re really bright? () Umm... maybe you should just shut your eyes. That m-might help. ()

{Her voice becomes soft, like a lullaby} That’s it. Just sit back and relax.

{Her voice then becomes muffled as the Listener struggles to stay awake and the bus stops in front of them} Hi mister bus driver! () My friend here is just a little sleepy is all. ()

Oh don’t worry, we’re waiting for the next bus anyway. () I will, I promise. () Thank you, drive safe. ()

{The voice is now harbouring a crazy undertone} Oh honey, what are we gonna do with you? Hehe.

()

{The Listener awakes in a damp echoey basement, strapped to a mattress. In the dark corner, the girl from the bus stop is curled up and crying, until she sees you awaken.} Y-y-y-you’re okay. You’re okay! Oh my god, honey!

{She rushes over and kisses the Listener all over their face, relieved they are alive} I-I-I was so scared, I thought I’d put too much of the sedative in the cookie a-and… I’m just so happy you’re okay. () Wh… what’s wrong honey?

{The Listener tries to push her off} What are you… s-stop. Honey please I-I just… ()

Kidnap? Kidnap! N-no I-I didn’t I just… relocated you to somewhere you would be more comfortable. ()

The reason why you fell asleep doesn’t matter, silly. I’m just… just so happy you’re okay. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you never woke up. ()

That’s a lie. {She starts to sound sinister} I would find that guy I bought the sedative from and stab and stab and stab and… ()

But don’t you worry about that. You’re home now. My home. Our home! Now we- () O-oh you… you wanna go home.

Ha, honey I just said that we are home. D-do you not like the mattress? I can change it if you like. Or get you a waterbed, or memory foam or… () Leave. As in… leave me…()

{She lets out a big sigh} I knew you didn’t remember me. () Yeah. We met before. ()

P-please stop struggling when I’m… when I’m trying not to cry again. () {Yelling} Because! {She calms herself} Because, I really, really hoped you would recognise me at the bus stop.

But when you talked to me like I was some clumsy nobody… my heart nearly stopped from how hard it was crushed. ()

It doesn’t matter. () No, it doesn’t. If when we met mattered, you would remember. ()

{She collects herself and returns to being sweet} You’re here now, that’s all that matters. Now we can-

{Knocks from the door at the top of the basement startle her, then she whines at the inconvenience} no… no, no, no. Go away!

{They knock again with more force, making her groan angrily} What the hell *Swap for “fuck* if comfortable* do you want?! ()

{She storms up the stairs and opens the door, the listener can’t see but they hear her in the distance. They try to break their arms from the restraints while she is gone.}

What do you want! () So! () I don’t care. He’s here now and nobody saw anything. You said you wanted me to get better; this is me getting better. By having him. ()

If you don’t like it then go out for the night! Now leave me alone! {She slams the door} ()

{Upon returning, she sees you covered in sweat and the shackles loosened but not broken} Honey wha- () Why are you so sweaty? Were you… you weren’t trying to… were you? ()

Oh, I’m so sorry honey, I didn’t even think. After I took your shirt off to check your heartbeat I forgot to put it back on. Now you’re running a cold sweat. Silly me, I can be so unthoughtful sometimes. ()

No! {She nearly cries again} It’s not okay! You deserve better. You deserve someone that puts you first all day, every day. ()

I didn’t even consider that you might get sick down here. All because I wanted to keep your shirt. ()

Wh-Why? Well… umm… {Flustered} B-because it smells like warmth and sweetness and love and mine… I… I don’t want to give it back. ()

Freeze to death! I would never, ever, let that happen. () Well there’s an easy solution. I’ll keep you warm, hehe. ()

What’s wrong? () {Serious tone }Honey. Look at me please. () I would never do anything to you that wasn’t in your best interests.

When the time comes for that, it will be when you want to. Even if I want to so, so badly.

()

{A little later when she is snuggled against the Listener} Mhmm you feel so warm. But why are you so tense. ()

I-if you’re still cold, you can have my shirt! Or I can go get us a big blanket! P-please, I’ll do anything just… just don’t hate me. Don’t hate me. Don’t hate me! Don’t hate me! My heart would stop here and now if you did! ()

Y-you don’t… () I knew it. You love me. Oh you love me! {She nuzzles into the Listener} I love you so, so, so, so much too. ()

Anything! You can ask me anything. () {She suddenly turns sour} Anything… but that. ()

Nobody. That was nobody. You don’t need to concern yourself with her. You don’t need to concern yourself with anyone else ever again. You have me now. ()

{Sweet again} You’re arms hurt? Oh. I… I can’t do that honey. () I know, I know, but it wouldn’t be in your best interest to try and leave because you’re confused and might be sick from being cold. ()

What other reason would there be? ()

Of course! I can go get us a blanket. I‘ll do it right now. () Don’t go anywhere, hehe. ()

Oh don’t pout honey, you’ll get wrinkles. {She leaves up the stairs and out the door}

{The Listener struggles against the buckles until they finally break free then run up the stairs and out the door, finding a near pitch black living room. They try the door out of the house but they can’t get it open.}

{Sinister and crazed. Whispered in the Listeners ear} What are you doing, honey…

-End-

Thank you so much for reading until the end!

-Usage-

Please feel free to monetize the script on any site but please credit me, and PLEASE send me a link I'd love to hear it :)

(If on a paid site, if possible, I would really appreciate being able to listen to a recording at least once.)

-Description-

Feel free to improv and change any points as you see fit, this is purely for enjoyment and good vibes, I will use () to indicate where there would be a gap for the listener to speak or a pause for pacing, the duration of the gap and if you choose to use my indication is entirely up to you.

The setting that the script is intended for is the Listener is an Elf fleeing from their royal obligation into the depths of the Forbidden Woods. However, they run too far into the darkest depths. So far that they fall into the clutches of something ancient… something unseen.

Script:

{Run. Over decayed sticks and shriveled leaves. Your breath shows in icy clouds before your hands. Yet you run still, into the depths of the dark beyond the dark, and fall. Within a pit where moonlight finds no grasp, something finds you. Is it bone you step on, or too many broken branches to count? You reach for one, that it’s shape and feel may answer your question… their presence hurls towards you stopping you colder than the night, followed by their chilling, unnatural voice}

Don’t. () Hush little one. You disturb the dead. () I will not ask you to be quiet again… () Good.

You will speak only when I seek an answer. Do you understand? Answer. ()

Little one, you do not belong amongst my dark. Is here preferable to your lavish palace? () You think me a fool?

{It slithers and crawls about the shadows, in front, behind… what are directions amongst this engulfing blackness?}

Your fear will draw others here, little one. I do not wish to add to this collection. () You thought it sticks and stones that you trembled upon.

Sweet Elven thing, your sheltering has done you no favour. Your king and queen wield arrogance as their blade, and within your back has it always been sheathed.

They keep you insolent to me, your… {A tooth, a talon, a claw, something grates on the bones} your mother and father…

{A laugh maybe? Or something resembling one, beneath the voice} Little heir. Felt the blade did you? Fled from the jewels and wealth. How very… mortal of you. ()

Rebellious is not a fitting title for an heir to the kingdom. A bit of Dwarvish blood in you perhaps… no… your smell is poetry on the night wind.

Sweet honey and lavender. The dragon that once lived here would have consumed you whole.

{A hum as if considering doing so itself} Its stomach tasted of Elf and Lamia. I appreciated the flavouring despite the scales being… bitter.

()

Sit or run, little heir. I will not be your death tonight, but I need not keep you whole. Let the plentiful dead rest, lest you join them upon the end of my patience. ()

Good, little heir. This evening need not be so unpleasant. {It’s breath wisps over frozen ears} You wish to know. Ask. ()

A god? {A definite laugh from a voice close but forever unseen} Not entirely. () A monster… not entirely. ()

I am… me. () Perhaps I am this darkness, perhaps it is me. () A devourer… naturally. Are we not all devourers?

You royals atop your palaces of silver and sunstone. The Kings of Mithril, with all their legions beneath our mountains. Even the Mermalids keeping their peace beneath the great oceans devour the life that would not grow by their order. ()

Do I devour… no,  not your kind. Not any of them. My taste is for things of much greater threat.

()

{Piles of bones shift, it lays comfortably somewhere close, a satisfied breath reaches your ears.}

Little heir, I would not have you freeze to death atop the resting dead. Come. My shape shall warm you. () I was not suggesting, little heir. ()

You are royalty in the Elven Kingdom, not here. You are far from Vahantir… () How did you get so far into these woods, and down into this hollow, without being devoured by my… neighbours? ()

{Sharply} Answer at my side or not at all.

{A few steps towards the voice and it has wound around you. The bones rise where it must be laid. A hide soft and shifting, like a bed of shadows. It is silken with a crunch. It’s breath heaves the shadows gently with a sound like waves under an Autumn moon.}

Most would be grateful for my hospitality. () You are welcome, little heir. ()

I do enjoy company of the… not dinner variety. () Not so often as these many dead may lead you to believe. Most of them are not of my making. Most. ()

Curiosity condemned the Nekomata, little heir. However, I enjoy that tinge of terror you pass into the air… ()

One was a Demon of Trade believing I could be bought. Another, a wounded Harpy legionnaire hailing from the Arid Peaks. She was so delicate with her wings broken, her only wish was that I free her from her pain. ()

Cruelty is an opinion, little heir, I need not justify mine to you.

()

Hm? () Once, yes. Long ago there were many of us. () Extinction is a lesser evil in the face of enslavement. ()

I live down here for a reason, little heir. Should your king and queen decide to hunt for me again, I would remind them of the nature of a world without light. () You are so very cute. Naive, but cute.

{It winds tighter around. Serpent-like, or a tucking of wings. Bones clatter over each other from every non-direction. Is it colossal? Is it everywhere?}

Whatever you run from, it can not reach you here. () Perhaps they would dare to search this deep into the woods, but know this, they will see nothing should they find this place. ()

What you do next is not for me to answer, little heir. () No, you can not stay here. You would die. A waste. ()

I am not alone in your absence; I am accompanied by the dead. () To you they do not speak. That does not mean they do not speak. ()

Stepping upon them is not disrespect. In death they are a bridge for our communion. Were you on a bridge of stone or plank, would you remove a foundation from its rest only to satisfy your curiosity of its shape? ()

Peace, little heir. Purpose and peace are the foundation of foundations. In their peace, they have found purpose.

()

Hush now. The sun will rise again, your wish for it to do so is irrelevant. ()

If I did shift while you slept, you would not notice. ()

Your tongue will find you in peril one day. Cease your use of it that we might both rest. ()

One more… ask quickly. () Helping you. Is that what I am doing? You may simply be insurance. You may simply be my entertainment for the evening. ()

Should you ever become the apex of your species, you may ask me again of my reason. You will find it is a question you will have answered yourself. Now… sleep.

The dead will warn me of any of the uninvited. () I will be here. Try not to startle at the dark upon your awakening, little heir…

-End-

Thank you so much for reading until the end!

-Usage-

Please feel free to monetize the script on any site but please credit me, and PLEASE send me a link I'd love to hear it :)

(If on a paid site, if possible, I would really appreciate being able to listen to a recording at least once.)

-Description-

Feel free to improv and change any points as you see fit, this is purely for enjoyment and good vibes, I will use () to indicate where there would be a gap for the listener to speak or a pause for pacing, the duration of the gap and if you choose to use my indication is entirely up to you.

The setting that the script is intended for is the Listener has summoned a succubus they have been making friends with (or as the tsundere would put it, bothering her) for a few weeks. What for? Well to thank her of course.

Script:

{Magic shimmers about the air and her delicate, soothing humming fills the room. Followed by her gorgeous figure bearing bat-like wings, a pointed tail, and twisting horns upon her brow.}

{Her voice begins stern and bordering on intimidating}

Mortal! For what reason have you summoned…

{she realizes who the Listener is and her voice becomes natural}

Really… again? Come on, this is the fourth time this week. Where do you even get all your sacrificial lambs? ()

It does so matter. I don’t want to be getting all cozy with some horror movie serial killer cooped up in a dark cabin that smells like… like...

{She becomes enticed by the scent she had just noticed}

Is that a Festival Blossom Original Yankee Candle? () I’m a creature of taste and… and… wait why am I here exactly? I thought I said last time that this is a strictly business relationship. Why didn’t you summon me in the bedroom?

()

What! () {She becomes flustered by the statement the listener makes} N-no… no ha… ha be… be friends. Umm why… wha… oh Dark Lord give me the strength to endure this dumby. ()

Huh? () I am not blushing. Y-you’re just… seeing things because… because of the spell, yeah. () Why don’t I want to be your friend? Are you out of your mortal mind? () I… okay.

{She takes a deep breath to calm herself}

See these? Horns, you’ve held them… damn have you held them… umm uh plenty of times so you know I’m not human. Plus the wings and the tail and… ()

Okay I get it you’ve held them all just… listen! I just want to do what you summoned me to do and go back to my cosy, warm inferno. So where do you want to… () D-dinner… dinner! () Hold on. () wait wait.

{She shushes the listener excessively}

You summoned an embodiment of lust itself to… to have a Sunday roast with! ()

I am not thin. () I don’t care if you said curvaceous. ()

Stop saying I’m blushing, it’s all this candlelight it makes me look… () G-gorgeous… I… ()

Shut up, no more of this flattery, I know what you’re trying to do. Being all nice and handsome and cu… {She catches herself before she calls the listener cute} and nice… I’ve seen better attempts at getting me to undress from souls in the Underworld.

{She proudly huffs, a Tsundere hmph if you will}

Wh-what do you mean its not foreplay? () Surely you don’t want to actually have dinner with m… ()

You do… aww that’s so… uh umm I mean; well I suppose it is my job to fulfil your desire.

{She groans to herself for a moment}

Fine, I will, have dinner with you… now please put some lights on.

()

{She smells the air and moans delightedly at the scent of roasting meats}

Mhm beef, pork, liver, and… and is that Black Pudding? () How did you know that meat is my favourite? ()

Wh-what’s with the look? () Oh yes please, but not wine, we can’t drink that. ()

There are rules you know to being a damn fine piece of demon booty *Swap for “ass” if comfortable* like me. Rules I’m not supposed to break… ()

Sometimes I bend the rules a little yeah, but… but I’m always a good girl as far as my boss is concerned. ()

When have I bent the rules? Umm… I shouldn’t really talk about things I maybe shouldn’t have done. ()

C-cute! I am not cute when I’m… and I’m not blushing! () Please, please, please tell me the food is nearly ready so you can put something in your mouth and stop talking. ()

I do want to eat… believe me I wanna eat… () Enough of those looks, you can’t blame a Succubus for being a little… hungry. ()

Fine, then I just won’t look at you. I’ll keep my eyes shut until you put something tasty in my mouth.

{She gasps in shock and quickly tries to act off the tingly pleasure she feels as the Listener strokes her wings}

Wh-what are you… hmm I told you the last time you summoned me that touching my wings is only for my {Listener hits a sweet spot} SPECIAL! …S-s-special clients… ()

{She gives in a little to the sensation}

Yeah that feels really… really good… () My eyes slipped open okay don’t be a meanie. ()

I… I do love it when you stroke my wings. Just don’t get used to it. I’m only letting you because I’m contractually obligated to. () N-no, not because I like you. ()

{She makes a sound that tells the Listener she is pouting even though they cannot see it}

Dinner… of all the things you’ve summoned me for… () I didn’t complain about the other things. What’s your point? ()

My boss would make me stand in sunlight for a week if I denied any summoner’s request that was within my power. Especially if they paid a reasonable price. ()

Oh don’t worry, you have most certainly satisfied my price tag every. Single. Time… Hehe…

{The oven pings signaling that dinner is ready}

Yay! That’s enough of me for now. I want to eat. () Excuse me? () I! Why I never… () It’s different saying it when we’re… ()

{She growls to herself in reluctance but sweetly obliges his direction to ask politely, from her however, it sounds a little needy}

Please can I have my dinner? () Absolutely not! () I know I’ve called you it before. ()

Remember what I said about rules? Well technically I’m not supposed to call anyone that except the Father of Demons himself… ()

F-fine. On one condition. If the food is as… amazing as it smells… I’ll… I’ll maybe say it later… Now please can I have my dinner. () Thank you.

-End-

Thank you so much for reading until the end!

-Usage-

Please feel free to monetize the script but please credit me, and PLEASE send me a link I'd love to hear it 😄

-Description-

Feel free to improv and change any points as you see fit, this is purely for enjoyment and good vibes, I will use () to indicate where there would be a gap for the listener to speak or a pause for pacing, the duration of the gap and if you choose to use my indication is entirely up to you.

The setting that the script is intended for is the Listener is enjoying a calm, stormy evening in the apartment they share with their close friend who happens to be a member of a secretive Ninja clan. On this night however after they return from a mission they find that things… didn’t exactly go their way.

Script:

{Rain beats against the windows before the door opens and slams shut}

Sorry, sorry I know I’m disturbing your peace and quiet and blah blah blah… () Well you were thinking it. ()

Ninjas aren’t supposed to be quiet, we choose to be, and I am choosing not to be because I. Am. Pissed! () No, not at you! () Not towards you either! Jeez don’t be such a baby. ()

I’m pissed because we were on mission and that moron Kai thought it would be a good idea to juggle his kunai while we were waiting for… ()

Yes kunai, like knives but… better. () We throw them and sometimes use them like daggers. ()

Daggers aren’t as cool, that’s why, now can I get back to my story? () Thank you. ()

{She plants herself next to you on the sofa}

So we’re up in the corner of the hall blending in with the shadows, he’s there flipping three about at once thinking he’s hot stuff. Then! He drops one of them right onto a server’s tray. Champagne everywhere. Guards pointing their weapons. Me and five others using every Ninjutsu we know just to get out… ()

Ninjutsu. () Its… well actually I can’t tell you that but just know its badass. () What do you mean? ()

Oh… I erm… don’t know how I ended up with my head on your lap… ()

Are you sure? () well good because you are comfy as heck. ()

So yeah a shuriken here, a kunai there, some smoke pellets. Ren took down the target amongst all the chaos but it was supposed to be a stealth operation. ()

No not necessarily. Stealth is an expectation but not a necessity. We may become the shadows, but as shadows we must know… I can’t remember how the rest goes but you get it.

{She nuzzles into the Listener}

Did you shower? You smell like passion fruit and fresh paper. Y’know like that paper you get out of the A4 packs for printers in offices? Damn that smell is… ()

I’m not gonna pretend like I noticed you were reading, so how would I know that was what I could smell? () Excuse you! Being attentive is not a requirement of being a ninja.

Being an effective exterminator is, would you prefer I demonstrated that skill instead? () That’s what I thought. ()

Oh yeah, the story, so Ren eliminates the target and is all like “what the hell was that *Speaker’s name* he was your mark? We’re supposed to be the best of the best and yada yada…” ()

I was trying to tell him that Kai dropped the kunai while he was being a douche but he was too busy being all high and mighty, so I just kept my mouth shut until he finally decided to shut his. ()

It's not as simple as just standing up for yourself, he’s my senior and one of the most respected in the clan. That would be like a goldfish trying to tell a shark how to swim… ()

What are you doing? () I didn’t mean to stop just… doesn’t matter, don’t ever tell anyone that I let you stroke my hair. ()

Because it’s embarrassing and weird and… and really nice. () I’m a cold-blooded executioner I’m not supposed to be so… vulnerable. ()

“Vulnerability is the greatest strength of an adventurous mind” … that’s surprisingly wi- you just read that didn’t you. ()

What could you possibly be reading that has abstract philosophy like that? ()

Of course you’re allowed to read whatever you want I just thought you preferred to read more… spicy works of fiction. ()

That is not the same as calling you a… () Okay, okay, there’s no need to get so defensive. ()

Anyway… while you sit here pondering existentialism and societal flaws, I’m gonna go get a shower before I stick to your thigh. ()

{Some time passes, then the Listener hears the Speaker emerge from the bathroom behind them with a satisfying exhale of tension}

Well of course you didn’t hear me, that’s the point silly. ()

So umm… not to be gross, but we should probably wash the couch cushions tomorrow because there was a lot of blood on my clothes. ()

You wouldn’t have noticed that’s why we wear black. Now scooch. ()

{She rests herself into the Listener’s side}

Mhmm… I’ve got a silk gown, a relaxing storm to drift off to, and your comfy thighs. What more can a girl ask for?

{The Speaker startles as the Listener pulls them in for a cuddle}

W-w-what are you… oh… oh wow you are toasty… this is not very shadowy and murderous of me is it? ()

you- {Speaker yawns} you make an excellent point that- that is just… yeah… () I am most definitely destressing now thank you very much. ()

I’m umm… I’m sorry if I took a bit of that stress out on you when I came in… ()

It isn’t fine… but thank you for saying it anyway. ()

{The Speaker grows sleepier} I should probably eat something before I end up napping in your arms for the rest of the night. ()

No, no you don’t have to I’ll- I’ll get something myself. () I have had a long day yes. () Yes a very stressful and disappointing day. ()

You… you are so using my tiredness and blissful comfort against me and I am… so okay with it- okay if you insist I will have any pizza with every topping and as much kebab meat as is legally allowed in a single order please, thank you, you’re the best. ()

Did you just… no, no I-I-I am perfectly completely normal about a simple, harmless, platonic forehead kiss…

(Speaker’s inner thoughts) Stop talking! Stop talking! Stop talking! Stop talking!

()

Huh? Yeah, yeah I could nap until food gets here that sounds… that sounds… sounds… stroking my hair is cheating. ()

I am not a sore loser. If this was a real fight I’d have reacquainted you with your ancestors ten times over by now. ()

Can we just- can we just call it a day and enjoy this night while I still have something remotely resembling consciousness? ()

Good, now stop your teasing, do your reading, and… wake me up when I can start my feeding…

{The Speaker giggles a little but drifts off into a long exhale and a comfortable sleep.}

-End-

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