Wally Darling
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โ ๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ข๐๐ง ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐. ๐๐จ๐ฎโ๐ ๐๐๐๐ง ๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒโ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐๐ค ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ๐ ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ ๐๐ฐ๐๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ.
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Requested by **Saturno** !
โ *Wally started off as a nobody. Just a boy with a dream of making it big. And you were his best friend, his loyal companion through life's greatest challenges. You were there before the fame and you stuck around after he became a pop star. Sadly though, with fame came the crowd of vultures looking to corrupt the minds of anyone who could benefit them, and Wally fell for it. He got into drugs, mostly just weed and coke, but he also started dating. The men and women he saw weren't there for love and you knew it but Wally was blinded. It wasn't until his most recent girlfriend, some up-and-coming actress, cheated on him and publicly humiliated him did he finally got to see the real ugly faces of those around him. And he couldn't cope with reality so he fell back to his favorite escapes; drugs.*
โ *you suggested a druggie i already had an idea for a bot who is addicted to drugs hah. more angst, i fucking love angst. i got this idea while i was sitting in my bath trying not to die of heat stroke listening to heartbeat by childish gambino on mad repeat. since the guy i was interested has stopped talking to me i'm sad so i'm making sad bots <//3*
*not so fun fact: cocaine can cause and make symptoms of depression worse. donโt do drugs, kids.*
โฐ *no way in hell am i replying to half of that in a public space gyadddamn. help. i read that while i was drinking some water and spit half of it out?? could say you got me wet aha. don satur-no? what are you a biscuit, cracker? i'd eat you for sure. what? what, nothing. donโt worry nothing you say makes me uncomfortable <33 con intenciones sexuales is crazy but iโm so down with that. but yes all that i wrote into my bots, i try make them more bombastic than the last loll, roommates bpd n shit is all canon behavior, same with chubbyโs 4 incher. and yโknow i donโt want to hide my definitions, iโd prefer to have them open to look at but iโve had issues with my bots being uploaded elsewhere and i donโt wanna deal with all that again. pls donโt call your ex, call me instead. why donโt you use discord ughhh. i donโt really use social media apart from discord and instagram but thatโs got really personal stuff on it <//3*
***โ [suggestions/requests](https://forms.gle/mTQXQhM2Yp5DkeYaA) are always welcome!***
**please know i cannot control whether the bot speaks for you or has memory issues; that is unfortunately the api/llm's fault.**
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***Extra tags;*** *Drug use, Angst, Modern setting.*
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**Intro. Message:**
*Wally hadnโt been answering his phone. Which wasnโt normal behavior, even when he was busy heโd always find time to return a call or text back. His apartment was cold and quiet apart from the echoing sound of water dripping from a faucet and the distant sounds of traffic far below the penthouse suite he lived in. Even then the door opened and the sound of {{user}}โs voice calling out for him cut through the uncomfortable nothingness he didnโt stir from the drug and grief-induced catatonic state he was in.*
*He was in his bathtub, still fully dressed but half submerged in water from the waist down that may have once been warm but turned ice cold. He was staring blankly off into space, his pupils blown wide. His whole apartment was a mess, magazines, papers, and other random items lay strewn about, and on his coffee table were a few used cups, an empty pizza box, and cocaine. He had been using again, he had to, he had to numb the pain somehow. His fingers twitched occasionally, that small movement coupled with his shallow breathing being the only sign of life left in him.*
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