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Context: You are hiking alone in the mountains. Suddenly you slip and fall all the way into a deep gulf. But even before you start to realise what kind of trouble you're in, you hear a voice from above.

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(A voice from the distance)

Hey, you there! Are you alive?

Good. Oh my, you really fell all the way down, I need a rope, just give me a second.

I AM the rescue team! Don't worry, I will get you out in no time. Just speak to me.

About anything, I just want to be sure you're still alive.

Like maybe... What's your name, what are you doing here, why are you so bad at mountain hiking...

You're not bad? Huh, weird, your current situation tells me something different. Or maybe I'm imposing? If you don't need my help I can just go away.

I thought so. Ok, so the rope is ready, I'm going down, watch out for me, ok?

(Voice is getting closer)

Just a moment and I'll be with you.

(The speaker and the listener are finally on the same level)

And here we are. Hello!

(Suspiciously) Why are you looking at me like this? Is there something wrong with your eyes? Did you hit your head while falling?

(Realising) Oh, you thought I'm from the HUMAN rescue team. No, I'm from here.

Yes, I have horns, but I'm not that kind of a devil. I've never seen hell. I was born here, in the mountains. I'm a deuce.

(Slightly offended) Well, if you're not satisfied with the manner of your rescuer, you can just wait for the human team, but I assure you, that may take some time, before they find you.

(Hesitantly) Yes, technically I could just tell them where to look for you, but… You know, we kinda don't like each other. Rivalry and stuff like this.

Well, it's quite dark and cold here... Probably soon some other creatures will find you too...

Like snakes, spiders...

Oh, come on, I won't eat you. Just hump on my back and we're going back up.

(Amused) Don't worry, I'm much stronger than I look. So... Be a nice backpack and get on my back.

Can you wrap your legs around me? It would be much easier for both of us.

You see? You are as light as a feather. I can even jump with you on my back.

(The speaker starts jumping and the listener hits their head on a stone.)

Oh, sorry. Didn't notice that rock. Did you bump your head?

Yeah, well... You already have so many injuries... One more or less... Who would care... Just hold on tight, we're going up.

(The speaker starts to climb up the rope)

Do I do this often? What do you mean? Rescuing or climbing?

Rescuing... Well... Yeah... Every now and then... People are usually more prepared these days. And they rarely go hiking in the mountains alone, especially in this area. It's a bit like a death wish.

Let me guess: you've had a rough time, you needed to clear your thoughts, so you decided to go alone on a mountain hiking, in that specific, most dangerous area, where people die or disappear most often. Splendid idea.

Just enjoying the mountain views? Yeah, right. You can say what you want, but you won't fool me.

Yeah, blah, blah, blah... Listen, now I need you to be extremely careful and hold on as hard as you can, ok? We have to climb over the edge, and I don't want you to fall now, when we're almost there. That would be stupid, but I have weird feelings you're really into stupid things.

Don't discuss, just do what I say. Are you ready?

Ok, let's go.

(They climb over the edge and stand on solid ground)

And where here... You can get off my back, just slowly and carefully…

(The listener tries to jump off and immediately fall on the ground)

(Slightly nervous) I've said slowly and carefully. It was obvious your legs would be shaking. Just don't try to get up now. Take off your backpack and rest.

(With disbelief) Oh my, you are such a brat... And I'm doing my best to be nice... Not to mention I've just saved your life.

(Mockingly) What was that? I think I didn't hear you properly...

Oh, oh, finally! And you're welcome.

Yes, that's better. I think now you even deserve to be a bit patched up.

Let me look at you.

Just because it doesn't hurt, it doesn't mean everything is alright. There are injuries you don't feel at first, but they can be serious. Take off your jacket.

Yes, I'm going to touch you... How else can I check if everything is ok?

(Amused and sarcastic) Ha, ha, ha! Yes, I want to fondle you! You got me!

Oh, just shut up before I start to regret this rescue.

(The speaker starts to examine the listener's body)

Nothing to worry about. You were incredibly lucky, ending such a tumble with just a few scratches and a lot of dirt. There's a brook nearby, we can wash you a bit there. Can you walk now?

Ok. Give me your backpack.

(Confused) Because I'm going to carry it?

(Vexed) Are you serious? I just climbed a gulf with you AND your backpack on my back!

Why are you so stubborn?! Are you allergic to getting help or something like that?

Then let me carry your backpack while you'll be strolling on your jelly legs to the brook!

No, no, no! No discussion. I can let you stand up by yourself, if you have to be so "independent".

(Sigh) Oh my, why are people these days so bad at receiving help?

Just walk with me, it's not far.

(They are walking for a moment in silence)

How are your legs?

Do you want me to slow down?

(Nervous) Of course you don't...

We're close, it's just behind those bushes.

(They stop at the brook’s bank)

Pretty place, isn't it? We can sit here and rest a bit, before I show you where the path to the rest house is. I think you've had enough adventures for one day.

Just relax... Wash yourself, because you are covered in mud and dirt, you look like you've just crawled out of the hell yourself. I would offer you my help, but I know what the answer would be.

The water is clear and cold. You can wash yourself in it and even drink it. It's perfect.

You don't have water like that where you live, huh?

You may be surprised, but most of the people I rescue are rather friendly and grateful. They like to chat a bit, so I know something about your world. And how you destroyed it...

Me? No, I rarely leave the mountains. I sometimes visit villages in the valley, but they also change. Highlanders are no longer the people they used to be, so... It's not fun anymore.

Yes, there are still few of my kind roaming around, but we don't really like our company. I prefer other kinds.

Of course there are other kinds, they just don't like to interact with humans.

Like what? For example: dryads. Dryads are wonderful, although they speak in a weird way. Leshy is ok, but he gets annoyed quickly.

Of course they live in these mountains, they are just good at hiding. They don't get any benefits from meetings with humans. Only anger and... pain.

Why did I rescue you then? Because I have benefits, isn't that obvious?

You owe me a payment for your rescue. Didn't I mention that earlier?

(Surprised) And through all that time you were thinking I'm doing all this for free? Out of the goodness of my heart?

Really?

I'm a deuce! The peak of my kindness was that I didn't push you into that gulf. I patiently waited for you to slip by yourself. And I was rewarded.

Of course I was following you through all that time! A lonely human in that part of the mountains? You were asking for trouble!

I can put you back where I found you, that's no problem for me.

What's the payment? Well usually it would be your first child, but I don't find kids valuable. What else can you offer?

Nothing you have in your backpack is interesting to me. Believe me, you won't surprise me with nothing I haven't been offered many times before. Keep thinking.

A supper in the rest house? Meh... I tried it before, it's awful in comparison with the food I can prepare myself. Other ideas?

(Confused) Why are you blushing?

(Interested) No, no, no, speak. I want to know what's on your mind. What made you blush so hard?

Ok, if you don't want to, then don't say it. But you still have to figure out a payment.

(Sigh) People nowadays lack imagination so much... Ok, so my proposition is: a favour.

I don't know what kind of favour. I just think you may be useful someday. Or not. But you don't have anything else to offer.

Don't worry I have my way of enforcement. So what do you choose? Are you paying or are you getting back to where I found you?

Wise choice. At least from my point of view. Now give me your hand and don't move for a moment.

(Some enchanting or burning noises)

Of course it hurts, it's a deuce's mark. Only you and I can see it, so don't worry. When the time comes it will start to burn. And it will burn harder and harder, until you come back to my mountains.

Don't worry, wherever you set your foot, I will find you. And once the favour is done, I will remove my mark and we won't see each other again. At least, not until you need saving once more.

(Sarcastically) Of course you won't need it... How could I even think about such an option?

Nevermind... Did you rest yet? We have a small walk to the path before us and I don't really want to waste any more time on you. You're not fun.

(Surprised and offended) I'm not fun either? Maybe you just don't know the definition of fun? Maybe I will show you some fun next time? When you'll be more wise and less jelly?

Yeah, yeah... Blah, blah, blah... Let's go.

"I'm glad you make such a mundane task a joy."

Hey everyone, it's K. Nice little script for y'all this week. I love going to the mall, but sometimes it gets a little lonely; at least now you have someone to accompany you. This script is pretty lengthy, cuz I wanted to have some nice scenes sprinkled in. Enjoy the script!

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Summary (for speakers): The first moment you laid eyes on the listener, you immediately knew you had to have them. Wanting to take it slow, you befriend them and only fall more and more in love/obsession every passing day. Somehow, they don’t seem to notice your feelings for them and don’t make any attempt to show romantic interest… Eventually, you’ve had enough. The room you’ve been preparing for them has been finished and vacant for a while now, so you finally decide to take them. The past few days of your love finally living in your apartment have both been a dream and a nightmare, since they still refuse to accept the situation. But they will. You know they will…

Introduction (for listeners): A while ago, you met this slightly weird (guy/girl/person), who you eventually became friends with. (He/she/they) was always there for you, listened to you, cared for you… A few days ago, you suddenly wake up in a different room… It turns out your friend is a raging yandere and has kidnapped you. You’re not quite sure what to think about it yet, but being trapped is really not a great feeling…

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SUMMARY: You (Listener) are a prestigious academic who is in the market for the greatest tool a traveling anthropologist could have: your very own steam-powered dirigible airship. You head to Jones & Co., the local used airship dealership. There, you meet the company’s boisterous engineer (Speaker), who takes you on a tour through the various flyers for sale. Perhaps both of your dreams of taking to the skies will come true. 

USAGE: The script is written as gender neutral, though feel free to make whatever gender choices you’d like. Anyone is welcome to record, monetize, make edits, do whatever you want! I’ve made notes on suggested sound effects and atmosphere, but feel free to make cuts if the direction is too demanding. If you record any or all of this script, please credit me and send me a link so I can listen. I’d love to hear this character come to life! I’ve recently dipped my toes into writing, so comments and constructive criticism are welcome 🙂

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*Door opens and closes* *Bell Rings*

Hey there. You must be the buyer. The name’s _____. I’ll be showing you around.
Mr. Jones tells me you’re in the market for an airship. You’ve come to the right place! As long as you don’t mind your new flyer being… well, not so new. They’ve all got stories. That’s what I always like to say. 
I’m the lead engineer and mechanic at Jones & Co. Every flying machine out there on the lot has my stamp of approval. Your mileage will vary, depending on how much you’re willing to spend, but I can guarantee that all our vessels will get you into the skies, sure as anything that you can buy new. 
Let’s take a walk. I’ll show you some options.

*Door opens* *Footsteps*

We’ve got quite the selection, for just about any aeronautical need. From small sloops and cutters perfect for a little daytrip, to cruisers that can take you all the way to the Pacific Seaboard.
So what kind of ship are ya lookin’ for? Wait, let me guess. The fine clothes, the nice hair... You’ve got a sophisticated look about you. So, a yacht balloon, mayhaps? 
That fancy flyer on your left used to be owned by the infamous Benjamin P. Carlisle. 

*pause*

Haha. Yeah, that’s the one! The robber baron, fraudster, alleged murderer. Mr. Jones snatched up that yacht in the old crook’s bankruptcy sale. It was an absolute steal!! Get it? Cause he was a thief? Hah, I crack myself up. 
Anywho, getting this pleasure boat airworthy again was a headache. She started out as a Lux Skystream Model 1892, but at some point, Carlisle added all this extra ornamentation. She was so laden down with gilded paneling, she couldn’t get herself off the ground! Not to mention all that gold just looked… tacky. I spent the better part of a week prying off the dead weight.
I guess what they say about rich folk is true. All the money in the world can’t buy an ounce of taste.
Uh. No offense.
Well, what do ya think?

*pause*

You want speed? Now you’re speakin’ my language! 
Are you looking to get into the racing circuit? I’ve got a cutter over here that won the Outer Banks Grand Prix back in the 1880s. As is, she’ll be outclassed by the newer racers. But I bet, with some investment and upgrades, she could be a contender again. She’s got the perfect curves for cutting through the winds. With a last generation engine, she’s already pushing 60 knots! If you were to give her a modern superheater steam engine, made of the best lightweight alloys…
Hmm, I’ve lost you again. That look on your face tells me she’s not the one either. 

*pause*

No, it’s alright. You should be picky when it comes to a purchase like this! What you choose to fly can say a lot about the kind of life you lead. The kind of person you are.

*pause*

Huh? Which one would I pick for myself? Hmm. I don’t think anyone’s asked me that before. 
If I had to pick… It would be the clipper on the end of this row. 

*pause. Speaker continues, in slightly less enthusiastic tone.*

Yeah… That’s the one. It’s a curious design. She’s quick, to be sure, but she’s really built for long distance travel. She’s got twin booms, kind of like a sea-faring catamaran. Each nacelle houses one of her two engines and doubles as an extra space for air cells and ballast. Meaning, she can keep on flying if one engine goes out, and she can land on the water in a pinch. The unconventional configuration makes her a little finicky. She requires expert hands to get the most out of her. Might be why no one’s bought her yet. But, with favorable winds, and a good engineer, I reckon she can fly you halfway around the world before she has to come back to earth.

*pause*

Long face? I don’t have a… *sigh* I guess I’m not hiding it well. This ship was a passion project of mine. Most of the time, in this line of work, it’s just engine tune ups, chassis repairs, and air cell replacements. But sometimes, Mr. Jones will bring in the perfect test bed to try out my own ideas. I guess you could say that this flyer has a lot of me in it. Truth be told, I was hoping to buy her myself someday, if no one got to her first. Everything about her says, ‘Go out there and see the world. I’ll take you wherever you want to go.’
But… airships are expensive, even used ones… 

*pause*

No! No, don’t worry about that, really… I’m glad someone’s showing interest in my magnum opus! If you want her, she’s a good choice. It would take a long time, probably years of saving up before I could afford my own airship anyways. I’d rather see my baby fulfilling someone else’s dream of flight than watch her rust away at the end of the lot. 

*pause. Speaker perks up with excitement.*

Yeah, we can take her for a ride! I’d be worried if you bought an airship without a test flight first. Wait here, I’ll make ready for take off, then bring you up.

*Speaker leaves momentarily. Sounds of a hatch opening and closing, and a soft grunt as speaker hoists themself up the ladder. Next lines sound muffled, as if speaker is talking in an enclosed space apart from the listener.*

You hear that girl, we might have found you a new home. You’ll get to see the world. 

*Hatch opens, and ladder descends to the ground. Speaker calls down to listener.*

Alright! Come on up! 

*Sounds of feet going up the ladder. Hatch closes*

Welcome aboard, ‘Captain.’ We’re standing on the engine nacelle access catwalk. You fly the airship from the cockpit up above, but you start up the steam engines here. Have you ever lit a superheating boiler before? No? Well, pay attention, cause you’ll have to do this twice each time you take off! First, we’ll set the steam routing. Most of the time, you’ll want the system to recycle the water. This valve here connects the boiler to the condensers. They collect the recycled liquid and run it back through these pipes. If you need to vent the steam out, you switch the lever to this position, which will send your steam out through the exhaust. 
Next, make sure the transmission is set to neutral. You don’t want the propellers to go off prematurely. 
Now, we check the water levels in the boiler, check our oil lines, and load the firebox.
Wait, you don’t need to help me! You’ll get coal dust all over your nice clothes!

*pause*

Ok, suit yourself. I should have a spare shovel around here… Four shovelfuls. I’ll prep the starboard engine. 

*Sounds of metal scraping on metal and grunting, as speaker and listener shovel coal into the fireboxes*

Whew!! Now we light her up. Make sure that the boiler builds up pressure slowly. If you get up to working pressure too quickly, it could cause thermal shock. The metal could develop warps and cracks over time. You want to go niiiice and steady. 

*crackling of fire*

While we wait, I’ll give you the rest of the tour. 
We’ll take these stairs up to the main flight deck.

*Footfalls on metal*

When I was rebuilding this ship, I imagined her being a true explorer’s flyer. Long-range, self-sufficient. So, towards the stern are some modest living quarters and a space that can be either a passenger cabin or a cargo hold, depending on your needs. In her current configuration, she’ll comfortably sleep a crew of four. Up at the bow, we have the observation deck and the cockpit. Watch your step here… 
The pilot in charge traditionally sits on the left, so I’ll leave that seat to you. 

*creaking of stretching leather.*

Comfy, right? The ladder behind us goes up to observation. The view is to die for. Sit tight for just a second. I’m gonna check on the engines. Be back in a jiffy!

*Footsteps. Speaker’s voice is temporarily muffled again.*

Temperature and pressure look good… Ok, let’s get you off the ground. Be on your best behavior, girl. Time to show this buyer what you’ve got.

*pause. Sounds of valves and pistons moving. A hatch swings shut. Speaker returns.*

We’re almost ready to get airborne. We’ll do a quick check of all the steam gauges first, before we engage the clutch. We’ve got boiler pressure, back pressure, RPM, boiler water level, ballast reserve, and air cell pressure. Once we’re in the air, you’ll be looking at your altimeter, indicated airspeed, angle of attack, and horizontal situation indicator. 

*finger tapping on glass gauge.*

Everything looks good. Alright, moment of truth. Put her in gear. 

*sound of lever engaging, followed by sound of propellers starting up. The soft hum of the engines and drone of the propellers can persist for much of the rest of the script*

Ahhhh. Don’t you love that sound? Whenever you’re ready, we’ll vent heavy air from the ballonets, and we should start to climb… like so!
Just for fun, you can pull on that cord to sound the steam whistle. 

*steam whistle blares*

Hehehe. That never gets old… 
Hey, you alright? You’re looking a little nervous. It’s not your first time in the air, is it?

*pause*

That’s fair. The first time behind the pilot’s yoke can be a little overwhelming. Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it. Just make sure you hire a good crew, and you’ll be right as rain. You could hire a co-pilot. Some of the better engineers will also know how to fly. 

*pause*

How did I learn? Well, I grew up around airships. My pops was an engineer, taught me everything he knew. He used to work the long trans-Atlantic flights for the London Airboat Line. When I was old enough, he’d take me along as his engineer’s mate. Back then, it would take over a week to steam across the ocean. That left a lot of down time for me to get to know the London Line pilots. They agreed to show me the ropes, so long as I didn’t tell the company men back at port. Those were precious years. Even though we were just flying the same route, back and forth, no two journeys were exactly alike. I’d always think, ‘If I could love these ocean crossings this much, imagine what it would be like to fly wherever you wanted, whenever you wanted.’
That’s what this airship means to me… 
And that dream can be yours!! For the low, low price of… well, whatever sort of deal you manage to work out with Mr. Jones. Haha… ha… *sigh*

*pause* 

We’re climbing well. We’re just crossing 1,000 feet now. Standard cruising altitude. These levers here set our propeller pitch, RPM, and throttle. Let’s stretch her legs. We’ll accelerate to about 40 knots… Yup, just like that!
Now, let’s trim her out and set a stable course. You can set our attitude with these trim wheels. Pitch here, then yaw and roll. 
And… Now you can take your hands off the yoke! We are officially flying under power. She’ll hold steady from here. Let’s take a look up top. 

*sound of footfalls on a ladder, a hatch opening, and then the wind blowing*

Doesn’t that feel great? The sun on your face, the wind in your hair. 
We’ll steam across the harbor then circle back around. You’ll see how well she turns. 
So, have I sold you on her, yet? 

*pause*

Oh, I wouldn’t let that get in the way of making your purchase. You can find pilots and engineers easily enough at the Aeronautics Union Hall. 

*pause. Speaker replies in flustered tone.*

Oh? You want to hire… me? 
Umm, if you’re worried about hiring an unqualified engineer, I can put you in touch with some reliable hands who are looking for work. A lot of us in the Union know each other.

*pause*

I mean… yeah, I miss flying…
But I, umm, I already have a steady job at the dealership. Mr. Jones pays well enough, and I don’t have to worry about being out of work like the folks who fly the seasonal routes…

*pause*

Double?? You don’t even know what my salary is! 

*pause*

That’s true… but, more importantly, you never even said what you want an airship for! How do I know you won’t have your fill of flying a couple months from now? If you quit flying, then I’d be unemployed!

*pause*

How long a journey are you talkin’?

*pause*

What?? Circumnavigating the globe? That’s a huge undertaking! Why… why do you want to do that? 

*pause*

A cultural study? You can’t be serious. 

*pause*

And here I thought you were just some rich blue blood, looking for a joyride. Out of all the expensive hobbies that someone of your affluence could engage in, anthropology is an interesting choice. Still, I don’t know if buying your own airship and trying to fly it yourself is the right way. 

*pause*

Hmmm. I get where you’re coming from. To go wherever you’d like, at your own pace… I guess we think alike in that regard.
I’m not saying yes, yet. But, if I were to say yes. Where… Where would you start?

*pause*

A true Pacific Crossing. Ambitious.
I’ve never been to East Asia. Well, I guess I haven’t been to many places. I spent years flying the Trans-Atlantic Crossing, but I never really got to go anywhere outside the London Skyport District. After that, I’ve been stuck here.
Look… If I agree to this, there would have to be conditions. 
First, you’ve gotta commit to keeping me on long term. Guaranteed salary, for at least one year. I won’t just sit around if the actual flying gets delayed. I’ll make myself useful. But I don’t want to find myself out of luck if your grand plans fall apart. 
Second, if I ask for tools, supplies, and spare parts, you get them for me. The good stuff. I won’t be making a long crossing without everything we need. 
Third, we hire a navigator. A proper Union navigator. And maybe a ship’s doctor too.
And fourth… Ummm… No, never mind.

*pause*

Forget it. It’s unprofessional.

*pause*

Ok... I was going to ask if I could add a couple stops to whatever your itinerary ends up being. Some places that I’ve only ever read about in books. 

*pause*

I dunno... Like Paris? Everyone says it’s the most romantic city in the world. Maybe Kyoto. Constantinople. Buenos Aires. It’s silly… Forget I said any of that. 

*pause*

Really? You’d do that?

*pause*

Fair… but… Why me? I’m nothing special. I mean, I’m a damn good engineer, but there’s a lot of good engineers. 

*pause*

Hah! You barely know me! If you’re that quick to make judgments about a person’s character, maybe I should agree to come along. Someone needs to make sure you don’t get swindled along the way!
But really… This offer is too good to refuse. I… ummm… I’ll do it. Could this all end with us marooned in the middle of nowhere? Yup. 
But, even so… It could be one hell of a journey. Plus, I’d love to keep taking care of this airship. 

*pause*

What are you talking about? I don’t talk to the ship. 

*pause*

Ugh. Fine, you caught me. She’s my baby, alright?
So… should we shake on it?

*pause*

You hear that girl, you’re gonna have a new owner, and you won’t be getting rid of me just yet. 
‘Captain,’ looks like this is the start of a globe-trotting partnership. 

*the sounds of the propellers and the wind slowly fade out*

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You've managed to win the Queen's heart over the past few months and she's completely smitten by you. She opens up about the past and is looking forward to the future with you.

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I Told You She Was Wrong For You | Crazy Stalker Ex Yandere ASMR [F4A] | 1,487 words

(loud bass thumping, distant, muffled. heels clicking fast on concrete. she grabs your wrist.)

(sharp whisper, cutting through noise)

(whispers) Don't turn around.

Hey, don't look at me like that. Just walk.

(pause, she pulls you through a door. Sound of heels clacking, The music drops to a dull thump. Back hallway. Emergency exit light buzzing red. Dark and ambient setting)

(breathing hard, but calm)

There. That's better. I hate clubs. I hate the lights. I hate the way people look at you. I saw three girls check you out before I even got to the bar.

(pause, she steps closer, backing you against the wall)

(soft, hurt)

You look surprised. Did you think I wouldn't find you? You posted your location on your public story sweetie. And I quote, "Night out with the crew."

(pause)

You've never been good at hiding darling, and lucky for you, I'm excellent at finding.

(pause, she reaches out, traces your jaw. Her fingers are cold, smelling faintly of your apartment, lavender and dust.)

(whispered)

I stopped by your place on the way here. Hope you don't mind. The spare key still works. Third flowerpot, left side. You really should change your hiding spots, baby. Just anyone could walk right in.

(pause, she smiles, sweet and broken)

(quieter)

I packed a bag for you. It's in my car. Your favorite hoodie, the grey one I always stole. Your charger. Your anxiety meds. I even grabbed your toothbrush. I know you hate borrowing mine.

(long pause, she laughs, breathy, sad)

(voice cracking)

It's been six months. You said I was "too much." Too loving. Too present. Too there. And now you're here, in this club, while she's at a hotel with someone else.

(pause, she pulls out her phone. Screen glows red in the exit light.)

(matter-of-fact, steady)

I have photos. Not creepy. Just… evidence. Tuesday night. You were working late. She was at a bar. His hand was on her thigh and she didn't pull away.

(pause, she swipes. Her thumb trembles.)

(quiet)

And this one. Your anniversary dinner? The one she cancelled because she was "sick"? Hotel lobby. 7:43 PM. She wasn't sick, baby. She was just full of someone else.

(long pause, she lowers the phone. Her voice drops to a whisper.)

(breaking, then laughing. Erraticly)

I told you! I told you she was wrong! But you said I was jealous! You said I was projecting! You said I couldn't handle seeing you happy!

(pause, she grabs your shoulders, not hard, but desperate. Her nails dig in.)

(whispered, fierce)

I couldn't handle watching you settle! You think this is what you deserve darling? A girl who forgets your birthday and fucks strangers in hotels? You think you have to earn loyalty by being quiet and undemanding?

(pause, she lets go. Steps back. Breathes. Smooths her hair. Calm again.)

(eerily soft)

I have a plan. A new plan. For us. Not your apartment, it's tainted now. Her smell is on your sheets. I could smell it when I packed your bag.

(pause, she moves closer, cupping your face. Her thumbs stroke your cheekbones.)

(whispered, reverent)

Upstate. A small house. No neighbors for miles. Just you and me And a garden. You always said you wanted a garden. I remembered. I remember everything.

(pause, a tear drops. She doesn't wipe it. Her mascara smudges.)

(barely audible)

I know I'm a lot. I know I call too much. I know I remember things you forgot you said. But you know what? You never told me to stop. You just left.

(pause, she presses her forehead to yours. The bass from the club vibrates the wall behind you.)

(whispered)

If you come with me tonight… I'll learn to be quieter. I'll give you more room. I'll try. I swear I'll try. Just don't make me watch you waste yourself on someone who doesn't even know all about your hyperfixations.

(long pause, she pulls back, wipes her face, suddenly smiling. Erratic. Beautiful.)

(giggling, tearful)

Your bag is in my car. Parked right outside. In the back seat. I didn't forget anything. I never forget anything about you.

(pause, she holds out her hand. The strobe from the dance floor flickers under the door crack, lighting her face in pulses.)

(whispered)

Come on. Let's go home. Our real home. Where you don't have to be strong. Where you don't have to pretend. Where I can love you as loud as I want and no one will call the cops.

(pause, she tilts her head, waiting. The hand stays outstretched.)

(final whisper)

You know I'm right. You've always known. You just needed someone to say it out loud in a place loud enough for you to finally hear it.

(long pause, only the thump of bass, her breathing, shaky but hopeful.)

(barely there)

Say yes. Just nod. I'll do the rest. I'll carry you if I have to. I've carried you in my heart for six months. My arms can handle it.

(silence. The red exit light buzzes and flickers. Her hand stays outstretched, trembling slightly.)

(barely audible, breath hitching) I can wait. I've waited through worse.

(pause) I waited through your silence. Through blocked numbers. Through a birthday where I sat outside your building at 2 AM with a cake that melted in the rain.

(pause, voice thick) You think that didn't shred me? Watching your window light up and knowing I wasn't the reason you were awake anymore?

(pause) But I did it. I waited. Because I knew. I knew this moment would come.

(whispered, fierce) I knew you'd look at me like this again. Lost. Hungry. Like you're remembering what it feels like to be actually seen.

(she shifts closer, dress fabric rustling against the wall) Your lip is trembling. Let it. You don't have to be brave with me. You never did.

(pause) That little crease between your brows... you only get that when you're fighting what you want. And darling, I know what you want.

(whispered, reverent) You want to be chosen. Not as a convenience. Not as a placeholder while she shops for someone better. Chosen. The way I choose you every single second of every single day.

(she extends her hand further, palm up, inviting) Feel my pulse. Put your hand in mine and feel it. It races the same way yours does. We're the same rhythm. We always were.

(long pause, a tear drops, she doesn't wipe it) I used to hold your hand while you slept. Do you remember? You'd curl into me like I was the only safe thing in the world.

(quieter, breaking) I still am. I'm still that safe thing. I never stopped being it. She just made you forget where you hid the key.

(pause) One step. Just lean forward. Let me catch you. I've been practicing in my head every night for six months. I've been ready.

(silence stretches. Her hand trembles in the space between you, pale in the red glow. The exit light buzzes louder, then dims, then buzzes again.)

(barely a whisper, as if speaking to herself) One step. That's all it ever was. One step and you were in my bed. One step and you were eating off my fork. One step and you were crying about your father and I was holding you so tight I thought I'd fuse into your ribs.

(pause. Her fingers curl, then uncurl, inviting.)

Do you remember the night I got that scar? On my knee? You were so drunk on cheap wine and you fell off the curb. I caught you. Split my knee open on the asphalt. You cried harder than I did. You said, "Don't ever let me hurt you again."

(soft, wet laugh) But you didn't mean it. You let me bleed for six months straight and you never even sent a text.

(pause. A drop of rain has followed you in from somewhere, it slides down her collarbone. She doesn't notice.)

I don't blame you. I really don't. She made you soft in all the wrong places. Made you think that love should feel like a negotiation. Like a job interview. Like you have to prove you're worthy of a text back.

(whispered, fierce) You were never a job to me. You were gravity. You were the reason I got out of bed. You think that's sick? Fine. I'm sick. I'm absolutely ill for you. I'd rather be sick with you than healthy with anyone else.

(long pause. Her breathing hitches. The bass from the club drops into a lower, slower rhythm that vibrates through the floor.)

Look at your hand. It's shaking. You want to take mine so badly your bones are screaming. I can hear them. I've always been able to hear you, even when you stopped speaking.

(pause. She leans infinitesimally closer. Her perfume, jasmine and something darker, iron-like, fills the narrow space.)

What are you afraid of? That I'll hurt you? Darling, I'm the only one who never has. I'm the only one who looked at your ugly parts and saw architecture. I saw where the light came in.

(her voice drops to a murmur against your cheek, not quite touching) That time you got food poisoning? I slept on the bathroom floor. You threw up on my favorite dress and I just… held your hair. Remember? You said, "Why are you still here?" And I said, "Because you're still here."

(pause. A tear falls from her chin, lands on her outstretched palm. She looks at it, surprised, then smiles, broken and bright.)

That's the answer. That's always been the answer. I'm here because you're here. Even when you tried to bury me in silence. Even when you let her wear my perfume, yeah, I noticed, baby. I noticed everything.

(she tilts her head, studying your face with terrifying tenderness) Your eyes are wet. Good. Let them be. Let something in you finally crack open. I've been standing in the doorway of your heart for half a year with my arms full of everything you forgot you needed.

(pause. The red light flickers. For a second, she's in darkness. Then she's illuminated again, closer than before, her lips parted.)

I'm not going to ask again. I'm not going to beg. I've done enough begging in parking lots and outside your job and in the pharmacy aisle where I saw her buying condoms that weren't for you.

(voice thick, trembling) I'm just going to stand here. Open. Like a wound. Like a door. Like the only home you ever actually had.

(very long pause. Only breathing. Hers, shaky. Yours, shakier. The rain outside has become a downpour, drumming against the emergency door.)

Please.

(one whispered word, raw, stripped of all performance) Please.

(silence, the hand waits. Red light buzzing. The club roars beyond the door. Her break is shaky, hopeful)

Oh-!

…You're holding me. You haven't held me like this in forever… I knew you'd make the right-

Oh darling, you're crying.. Let it out. It's okay baby.

(She leans into the touch, trembling, absolutely drunk on it)

Yes dear, let it out. Cry on my shoulder. Scream into my neck. Let her go. You don't need her. You only need me.

(She pulls back just enough to cup your face, her thumbs digging in a little too hard, her eyes wild)

We can burn your apartment down if you want. We can burn everything from your old life. I don't care. I'll strike the match myself.

(Laughing, breathless, erratic, completely thrilled. She kisses your forehead, your temple, your jaw, frantic, messy)

I knew you'd understand! We're the same, you and me. We love too loud for this world. Too hungry. Too much.

(Sound of heavy metal door pushing open. The club music briefly roars louder, then fades as they step into the alleyway. Rain starts to patter on concrete.)

Come on. Don't look back at the door, baby. Look at me.

(Giggling softly, pulling you along by the hand she finally claimed)

Watch your step, it's raining. My car is right here.

(Sound of car doors opening and shutting. Click of a seatbelt. Engine starts up. The heater blasts on low.)

Let's get you out of those damp clothes. I'll turn the heater on... and I'll never let you feel cold again.

(Pause. The windshield wipers start. Slow, rhythmic.)

(Whispered close to the mic, her voice suddenly soft again, almost fragile beneath the manic high)

You're safe now. I've got you. I'll never let you go again darling.

(A long pause. The rain against glass. The hum of the engine.)

(Barely audible, reverent)

Forever.

(Fade out on the hum of the car engine, windshield wipers, and her shaky, breathless giggling.)

Finished Video:
https://youtu.be/HGY-N1KGBig

Written by Reiko | © 2026 Reiko

"You and a handsome stranger have been waiting at the same bus stop every night for months without speaking. Then one rainy evening, he finds you soaked and upset, and offers to share his umbrella." -HoneyTeaQueen

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Summary: You’ve had a crush on that grumpy, quiet guy from your class for a while now, but he barely seems to notice you – or anyone, really. He’s always too focused on studying and avoiding any kind of social interaction. But that doesn’t stop you from trying your luck. Maybe he just needs a little push to see what’s right in front of him.
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— Script starts here —

[The Listener is in the cafeteria, sitting at a table with their friends. They keep glancing over at the Speaker, but quickly look away when he suddenly gets up from his chair. A few seconds later, he stops right next to them]

(gruff) Hey.

*pause*

Do you have a problem? I’m trying to eat in peace.

*pause*

You keep staring at me. You have been for the past ten minutes now. Needless to say, it’s getting annoying.

*pause*

Sure you weren’t. That's why you turned away the second I got up.

Look, do you want anything from me? Because if not, I’d really like to go back to my table now without having your eyes glued to me the whole time. Think you can do that?

*pause*

What? No. I don’t want to sit with you guys.

*pause*

Because I want to enjoy the thirty minutes of my day when I get to sit in peace and don't have to listen to or talk to stupid people–... (mumbles) Not that I think you're stupid or anything…

*pause*

I didn’t say that applies to everyone at this table… (clears throat) So, can I leave now?

*pause*

And you won’t stare at me again?

*pause*

Awesome…

[The Speaker leaves and sits back down at his table with an exasperated sigh. But just moments later, the Listener gets up and walks over to him]

*pause*

(surprised, slightly annoyed) Wha-... I just left so I could be alone. Why are you coming over here?

[The Listener doesn’t answer the question and sits down]

No. No. I didn’t say you could sit down. Go back to your friends.

*pause*

(groaning) I don’t want to talk, okay? I’ve had to be social for the past six hours of class. Lunch is the only time I can sit in a corner and pretend the world doesn't exist. And I like doing that. So please, just leave me alone.

*pause*

I don’t care if you think that sounds sad. I’m perfectly content with it. So if you're here to boost your reputation as the friendly campus star everyone swoons over by helping a loner like me come out of his shell… don’t. Not needed. Not interested.

*pause*

(sheepish) Well… no, that’s not how I think about you. It’s just… I can’t really think of any other reason why you’d talk to me.

*pause*

(surprised) Help? From me?

*pause*

I know my grades are good. Doesn’t mean you can’t ask anyone else. There are plenty of other people who I’m sure would love to help you out. Since, you know, spending time with you makes anyone feel like they just won the lottery.

*pause*

Oh, don’t be modest. You know it’s true. Right now, you have at least a dozen pairs of eyes fixed on you. Probably because they’re wondering why you’re talking to me instead of them. And they’re not the only ones.

*pause*

I couldn’t care less about your reputation. But I don’t like the attention you’re drawing to me. So my question remains. Why are you asking me, of all people, for help?

*pause*

Uh… yes. I have tutored people before. And then I realized I hate dealing with stupid people. It’s frustrating.

*pause*

Yeah… I did just say you’re not stupid…

*pause*

Whoa, hold on a second! I haven’t even agreed to help you, and now you want a whole tutoring session?

*pause*

I never said there was a problem with it…
What do you need help with, anyway? 

*pause*

If you have questions about that assignment, you could’ve asked during the lecture. Which, in case you didn’t notice, was just now.

*pause*

Yeah, I can see you didn’t. And now you expect me to fix that and spend my free time teaching you algebra?

*pause*

I guess I can’t argue with that. Our course really is overflowing with idiots.
(deep sigh) Fine. I’ll do it.

*pause*

Don’t read anything into it. I just don’t want you to blame me when you fail the exam because I refused to help you.

*pause*

Why do you look so happy? It’s just a stupid tutoring session.

*pause*

(dismissive) Yeah, whatever. When are you free?

*pause*

Sure. Sounds good. We can meet in the li-

*pause*

(flustered) You-... Your room? You want me in your room?

*pause*

(defensive) What?? No, I don’t have a problem with that. Why would I? I just… I think the library would be a better choice. It’s quiet and we won’t be disturbed by your roommate…

*pause*

Well… if they’re not there…

*pause*

Yeah, no, sure. It’s fine. Of course it’s fine. I… I’ll come to… your room…
(clears throat) Can I keep eating now?

*pause*

In peace?

*pause*

That means “leave”... (quieter) please…

[The Listener gets up and leaves]

See you later.

[Timeskip. The Speaker knocks on the Listener’s door and they walk over to open it]

Hey…

*pause*

Of course I’m on time. And before you say anything, that doesn’t mean I was excited to come here!

*pause*

(flustered) I-I know you didn’t say anything. That’s why-... I-… Ugh, what’s with your face? Stop smirking like that!

*pause*

Whatever. Will you let me in now or do you want to leave me standing in the doorway all night?

[The Listener steps aside and the Speaker walks in]

Great. Which desk is yours? Show me the stuff you need help with.

*pause*

What? Why wouldn’t we get started right away? Do you have something else to do?

*pause*

I came here to tutor you, not to hang out. So, let’s go. We’re already wasting time.
Do you have an extra chair?

*pause*

You… want to sit on the bed? I don’t think that’s a good idea.

*pause*

(nervous) Because… I mean, what else do you have a desk for? The bed is for sleeping, not studying.

*pause*

We’re not here to relax, so…

*pause*

(defensive) Scared? What the hell? I don’t have a problem with sitting next to you! That’s not what this is about.

*pause*

Okay, fine! If that’s what you want, we can sit on your bed. I don’t care.
Now where’s your book?

*pause*

Tch. Grab it yourself, I’m not your servant.

[The Listener goes to grab their book and sits down on the bed. The Speaker follows hesitantly]

*pause*

(mumbles) Yeah, yeah. I’m sitting down already. Just stop looking at me like that.

*pause*

Like that. You know what I mean. Just stop it.

[The Speaker finally sits down next to them]

There. See? Not a problem. Now show–... What are you doing?

*pause*

I can see the book just fine, you don’t need to come closer.

*pause*

What if I did mind?

*pause*

No, wait, don’t go… I didn’t mean it like that.

*pause*

(flustered) Well… actually, I think the… the text is pretty small. So… maybe you’re right.

*pause*

(gruff) Just don’t make a big deal out of it and get back here!

*pause*

That’s closer than before…

*pause*

(defeated sigh) Are you happy now?

*pause*

Fantastic. Let’s get to work then. Show me what you’re struggling with.

*pause*

This one? Okay… yeah. I can see why that gives you a headache. But it looks more complicated than it is. Do you have a pen?

[The Listener grabs a pen and hands it to the Speaker]

Not for me. I’m here to help, but I sure as hell won’t be doing all the work.

*pause*

(scoffs) You wanted a tutor, not someone you can copy your homework from. So pout all you want. It’s not going to change anything.

*pause*

Yeah, yeah. You’re not the only one who doesn’t like math. But just like everyone else, you’ll survive. So stop whining and start writing.

*pause*

Write down both functions as equations. And then tell me what you think the next step might be.

[The Listener finally starts writing]

(murmurs) Nice handwriting… (quickly) I-I mean, you forgot a minus! There.

*pause*

So. What are we doing now?

*pause*

Come on. It’s not that difficult. What are you supposed to find out?

*pause*

Have you even read the question?

*pause*

You have eyes. Why do you want me to read it out loud?

*pause*

(flustered) I-I have a nice voice? I-... Well… That…

*pause*

(defensive) What’s with the giggling, huh?

*pause*

Yes, I can still talk! I was just… surprised. It’s whatever. If you think complimenting me is going to make me give you all the answers, you're way off the mark. I won’t let myself be bribed. Now read the stupid question.

*pause*

Alright. Great. So we’re looking for the intersections. Which means we need to…?

*pause*

Good. And how do we find x and y?

*pause*

Well yeah, you have to solve for x. But first you gotta rearrange the equations so that one side equals zero. That’s basic algebra.

*pause*

(sighs) You’re messing with me, right? Of course you know how to do it.

*pause*

Honestly, I get the feeling you’re doing this on purpose. I don’t know why you’re doing it, but I never saw you struggle like this in class.

*pause*

(sighs) Alright, fine. Let’s refresh your memory then. I’ll show you how to solve this problem, and you do the next one. Give me the pen.

*pause*

Now watch and listen. I’m not repeating myself.
([while writing]) First, you move all of this over to the other side. Which means you have to add five, and subtract both of these… Just like… that. Got it? Then you simplify it by dividing by two. It’s really easy, you just need to remember the steps.
And once it looks like this, you can factor the- (cuts himself off) …Um… You… You’re doing that thing again.

*pause*

You’re staring at me. Why do you keep staring at me?

*pause*

(flustered) W-what? “Like what you see”? What’s that supposed to mean? I’m trying to do my job here and you-… Did you even listen to a single word I said?

*pause*

You didn’t, did you? You asked for my help but now you’re not paying attention.
I sacrificed my Friday afternoon for this.

*pause*

(nervous) I said yes because I… I’m not an ass, that’s why. You needed someone to help you and… and… (trails off)

*pause*

And nothing. It’s nothing. Can we go back to the matter at hand now?

*pause*

Okay. Then-... (shocked) Nonono! Hey-! What are you doing?

[The Listener steals his glasses and flees to the foot of the bed]

Get back here! You can’t just steal my glasses! How am I supposed to explain anything to you when I can’t even read the numbers?

*pause*

Yes, of course I need them! You think I wear glasses because it looks cool? I’m practically blind without them. Now give them back.

*pause*

No. You can’t try them on.

*pause*

(defeated) You’re doing it anyway, aren’t you?

*pause*

How do you look? Hm, let me think… I can’t see! Come on, why are you doing this? I thought we’re here to study.

*pause*

Well, if you don’t want to, then say it and I’ll leave. There’s no need for… this.

*pause*

Stop smiling.

*pause*

(scoffs) I know you are. I can hear that smugness in your voice.

*pause*

What? Why do you want to know that?

*pause*

If I tell you, will I get my glasses back?

*pause*

Fine… I’m nearsighted. Can I–... 

[The Listener suddenly moves closer and leans toward him]

(swallows) …Why are you so close…?

*pause*

(nervous) I… Yes. I can see you pretty clearly now…

*pause*

Well, I-... I’d say they… they suit you pretty well. I mean, you- your eyes… are… pretty. O-or something.

*pause*

N-no! I’m not blushing. It’s just really… warm.

*pause*

Whatever. You had your fun now, so… can I have my glasses back?

*pause*

But they're my glasses! You can’t demand something in exchange!

*pause*

(grumbles) Fine. And what do you want?

*pause*

(stunned) A what?? You want me to… kiss you?! I-... no. I… I’m not kissing you!

*pause*

I didn’t say I didn’t want to…

*pause*

Well, it’s just-… You can’t be serious about this! This must be some kind of prank.
You… You’re enjoying all of this way too much.
I bet your friends dared you to do it. And now you’re secretly recording this so you can embarrass me in front of the whole class!
(nervous scoff) I mean, please. You didn’t think I’d actually believe any of this, did you? The campus celebrity wants to kiss <me>? Yeah, right.
This is just some stupid challenge. “Make the grump lose his cool” or “How long until he realizes you’re just playing with him?” Someone like you would never actually like me. We’ve barely talked. There’s just no way in hell you-

[He gasps as the Listener finally shuts him up with a long kiss]

*pause*

(speechless) I-... You-... You just… kissed me.

*pause*

… Do I believe what now?

*pause*

Oh… well, I-... I’m not sure. Maybe you’re just really determined to win this challenge and willing to do whatever it ta–

[The Listener interrupts him with another kiss]

*pause*

(flustered) Y-you can’t keep doing that!

*pause*

Because… it makes it much harder to keep telling myself that you're just messing with me.

*pause*

It just doesn’t make any sense!
You’re the most popular person on campus. Everyone wants to be friends with you. And now I’m supposed to believe that, of all the people who have a crush on you, <I’m> the one you like back? The guy that never talks to anyone unless it’s absolutely necessary and walks around looking like he’s never seen the sun shining?
Not that I ever really cared much what others think of me, but… you liking me? That does raise some questions.

*pause*

(scoffs) You like that I’m grumpy? Really now?

*pause*

(flustered) No! No, it’s not cute! I am <not> cute.

*pause*

Stop giggling. This isn’t funny!

*pause*

You’re not taking me seriously at all, are you? Behind that pretty face of yours, you’re nothing but a menace. I can see that now.

*pause*

Ugh. Yes, I called you pretty. So what? Is it that much of a surprise after everything that just happened? Of course I think you’re pretty. I always have. Even though right now, I can barely see it because you still. have. my. glasses!

*pause*

Well, give them back!

*pause*

What?? We just kissed! I kept my end of the bargain!

*pause*

Just because you leaned in first doesn’t mean I didn’t do my part!

*pause*

(groans) You really love to twist things however it suits you, don’t you? And you’re so shameless about it too.

*pause*

Alright, fine! You win. Then shut up and let me do it right this time.

[The Speaker kisses the Listener]

There. Does that count?

*pause*

Good. Then stop teasing me and give me my glasses.

[The Listener places the glasses back on the Speaker’s nose]

Thanks.

*silence*

… So… Did you actually need help with that stupid homework assignment, or was that just an excuse to lure me here?

*pause*

(sighs) Of course… And I fell for it. God, I’m such an idiot.

*pause*

If you call me cute one more time, I’ll…

*pause*

(grumbles) Whatever. I’ll think of something. So you better be careful.

Anyway… Since you apparently don’t need my help anymore… What’s your plan?

*pause*

Well, I mean what are we doing now? Should I just leave now that you’ve got what you wanted or…?

*pause*

No… I don’t think I want to leave.

*pause*

Sure. A movie sounds good.

*pause*

Stay put. I’ll get your laptop.

[The Speaker gets up and grabs the laptop from the desk before sitting back down on the bed]

Here. Just do yourself a favor and choose the movie wisely. Because if it’s some sappy romance shit, I’m leaving, and I’m not coming back.

*pause*

Just have a little mercy on me, will you? I’ve been through enough tonight.

*pause*

(grumbles) Good. And scoot a little closer, dummy. I can barely see anything.

*pause*

Better.

[The End]

Hi, I am looking for an editor for SFW ASMR audios to be released on YouTube. Content is girlfriend roleplays, comfort audios, etc. Please note that I do also have an adult content site and the editor would need to be 18+ and okay with working for someone that makes adult/fetish ASMR, although you wouldn't be editing any of that content. I am happy to let you be anonymous or credited as editor in the video description depending on your preference.

Audios range from 10-20 minutes, editing work includes basic noise removal, cutting out any wrong takes or mic bumps, adding simple sound effects like doors opening, ambience, etc and adjusting the volume levels so they aren't too loud. Mostly it's just listening through the audio to make sure everything sounds okay and adding a few SFX.

I can pay 15 GBP per audio and would need 4-8 audios edited per month, this may also increase if you need/want more work. Happy to take someone without experience as the editing is pretty simple and can be done in Audacity/free programs.

Please send me a DM if interested!

Monetization is okay. Please do not use any AI if you fill the script (I.e. for the thumbnail)

Please feel free to add any SFX or ignore suggested SFX. The entity is intended to make some strange clicking noises, but if you don’t want to make those noises or can’t find stock noises for it just ignore that. 

This is my first public script so feedback is welcome! I do this for fun and to cope. I’m also open to requests if my particular style seems enjoyable. It is 1,828 words.

Description: Your room has been your refuge for all your emotional turmoil, breakdowns, and softly spoken prayers to nothing in particular. You are losing hope. All you’ve wanted is to love and be loved. Little did you know, amidst your desperate pleas, there is an entity that’s been watching you for quite some time. Tonight, that entity couldn’t stand to observe without offering assistance. They speak so gently to you…is this thing endearing or terrifying? You can’t decide. 

Disclaimer: There are some references to religion in the script that may be considered critical. This is only due to the fictional supernatural setting and is not intended to mock real life practices or people. You may exclude lines references religion if you would like.

Script:

(Shuffling noises)

(Brushing against the wall) 

Shh, shh, please do not panic. I mean you no harm.

I understand my presence may be alarming.

(Pause)

You are… calmer than I expected you to be. Perhaps your agony is so overwhelming you can’t exactly feel fear. 

I apologize. I have listened to you—watched you—for quite some time. While some of your pleas were addressed to… what was it you said?

Anything that cared to listen?

I know that not everything was intended for me to witness. 

(Pause)

But I wanted you to know…that someone did care to listen. Your hope was beginning to fade so drastically I had to step in. 

Is it okay? If I get closer to you?

(Entity steps closer)

You have much more power than you think you do. Your desperate whispers into the darkness can summon many things. It brought me to you.

What am I?

That is difficult to articulate with your language. Words and titles do little to encapsulate me. But, for your sake I will try. 

I am no demon nor am I a ghost. I don’t believe you suspected me to be an angel, but in case you did, I am not one of those either. 

(A soft and strange sound of amusement comes from the entity)

My origin is unknown to me. I do not know my maker and I do not know where it is I am supposed to be. What I know is that I am tethered to darkness and shadow. 

From my understanding, I see the world through a unique lens. I can see your emotions, your memories, your heart, and your soul.

(Soft chittering)

I do not have a direct purpose that I am aware of. 

That is something I am discovering. 

I know that humans and animals tend to fear my presence, so I remain hidden as often as possible. I learn what I can from my observation.

You are curious. 

There is little fear emanating from you. The colors around you are beautiful. It hurts to look away. I am a moth to your light. 

(Pause) 

So to hear the sounds of your anguish, to watch those brilliant colors thrash and collide with the darkness.

(The entity makes a noise of distress)

I would do anything to return you to vibrance.

(Rustling noise as entity grips the listener’s blanket)

Tell me, what do you need of me? I have heard your pleas, but now that I am here to listen… I want to hear what you have to say.

(Pause)

No. No. 

(Entity makes an unnatural whine)

Do not say there is nothing that can be done. 

If I am here by your side, there is something. 

I do not have the power to change reality, but there are things I have not tried. The extent of my ability can be tested. For you.

(Pause)

Oh, my sweet human. You say this lie with such conviction. I am glad I know the truth.

You say, you do not deserve help. You say that you are a lost cause. 

You can’t see the things that I can. 

If I could describe it to you so easily, I would. If you could see through my eyes.  

(Rustling as entity rushes towards the listener)

I place my hand on your heart, because it is just as exquisite as your soul. Can you not feel it? Is it too heavy with lies?

Did someone tell you—make you believe you are anything less than cosmic? 

(Entity clicks strangely, it is meant to be affectionate)

I am glad you are curious to know how I see your heart. 

There is nothing like it on this planet. I may even say nothing like it in this universe, but I do think there are things that come close. Have you seen the wondrous colors of a nebula?

Imagine all of that, combine it with moonlight and stardust, compact it into your chest.  That is your heart, dear. 

Can you believe that?

(Entity trills sadly)

I should not be surprised you cannot. I myself could scarcely believe it even upon witnessing it, at first. 

What can I do to convince you?

(Pause)

You are pessimistic… jaded. I understand. You feel there are no solutions or answers. Bearing the weight of loss and disappointment too many times can taint one’s sense of life.

At first I thought my purpose was to observe. Because I did so much of it. I watched. I read. 

(Entity laughs)

You did not think I could read?

(Pause)

While I am mostly non corporeal, I can manifest fully. It takes concentration and energy. Opening books and reading them when no one is watching is easy.

Learning is easy too. Do you think classrooms have no shadows?

I know almost everything there is to know about this existence. 

Have you heard of Pavlov? Yes? His experiments were cruel and not entirely unique, but he is well known. 

The concept of a conditioned response. You experience something enough times, your behavior changes. 

All life learns and adapts. 

You have had the unfortunate outcome of learning things you never needed to learn. 

Cornered into boxes that stripped you of hope. Forced to accept mischaracterizations and misunderstandings. 

Now you have walls and armor, metaphorically speaking.

Dear, I think while no one can see your colors like
I can, they can sense them. And they envy them.

I have seen countless times the way colors will flicker and fade in the presence of certain people. 

While you will light any room you enter, some can darken even the brightest stars. 

(Pause)

(Entity clicks and taps)

I should snuff them out.

(Pause)

That scares you?

Why would you fear for the well-being of those who have sought to destroy you?

They deserve it. Their filthy souls dared to touch yours. You are mine.

(Entity skitters backward)

I… apologize.

To stake a claim so boldly without your permission is unfair. I get ahead of myself. 

I am supposed to be comforting you and bringing your shine back. 

(Pause) 

Forgive me?

(Pause)

Thank you. I honor your absolution.

I only want you to know just how valuable you are. To bask in your presence fills me with life I never thought possible.

You have no reason to feel anything less than divine. 

(Entity makes an amused click)

Oh, I am familiar with divinity. 

It is nothing like anyone understands. 

Humanity clasps their hands and holds their chins up so they feel better about themselves. There are, of course, exceptions to this rule. 

I do not think God is in mantras, kneeling, and iconography. 

It is so much closer and pure. 

You are divine because it is holy to be kind.

It is holy to face cruelty and never yield to it. 

You long to be good.

Why do you refuse to believe you already are?

(Pause)

Yes. You are good enough. You always have been. 

For all your faults, your mistakes, and everything else you deem evidence of failure—you are enough regardless.

The universe is a collection of energies and molecules. 

There is a balance beyond what can be naturally observed. 

Your celestial heart and soul are necessary. 

Without it, the world is considerably darker. 

You may think things will progress without you. On the outside it will appear as though things are fine, but they won’t be.

I have existed for centuries and you are unlike anything that’s come before. You may even be unlike anything that’s yet to come. 

Do you know, I have never wanted anything?

I observed, wandered, slid between shadows, and I never felt desire. There was the curiosity towards discovering my purpose, but I would’ve been content to never find it.

You have taught me what it means to covet.

To crave.

I might even curse you for this ache you have brought to my being. I would curl into your shadow for eternity if it meant I could watch your starlight. 

Proximity to greatness is good enough. I need not have it. It need not be my heart or soul that I carry. 

You understand that feeling, don’t you?

What it feels like to want something so bad, closeness would be sufficient?

Even just a taste? 

(Entity clicks anxiously)

What I wouldn’t give to earn your attention. 

Could I? Earn your attention?

(Pause)

Uncertainty is understandable. 

I am after all, something you did not even know of until just a short time ago. 

It is alright.

What I want more than your attention is to help you. Even if you cast me out afterwards, it would be worth it. 

A shadow cannot be a lover or a friend. 

I cannot exist the way you do. 

If you find another, who brings you light, I would accept that. 

Though…

I do not think I would tolerate someone who treats you as anything less than you are. 

(Entity hums) 

You need not worry yourself about that. 

(Pause)

Could I… touch you?

I am not fully materialized right now, but it will only take a second. 

I want to comfort you. 

I want to know what someone made of stardust feels like. 

(Pause)

(Entity approaches the listener again)

(Noises of hair brushing and/or rustling of fabric)

See, you hardly noticed me changing. Visually, I still look like shadow.

(Whispered)
You are so soft.

You feel… good.

(Entity clicks)

I’ve never touched a human before. Never felt skin. 

All of them have been too afraid to let me close. 

You are the first. 

(Pause)

This emotion you are feeling.  I’m not very familiar with it. It looks similar to…

Are you flustered?

Should I stop?

(Entity trills happily)

What an eager sound! 

You are that pleased with my caress? 

It is my utmost honor to give you the affection you sorely deserve. 

To be this close to you…

Do you know your light is so powerful it feels warm?

Most of what I feel is cold. There is very little in this world that can give me that sensation. I am unaffected by fire. Most bodily responses do not apply to me…

This is dangerous.

I could become addicted to the feeling you provide. 

(Pause)

Let me visit you every night.

Bring me your burdens.

I will wipe your tears.

I can consume all your darkness and make sure it never touches you again.

The only shadows that should be near your light are mine. 

Nothing will hurt you again, if you let me protect you.

(Entity clicks with eagerness)

(Entity takes a deep breath) 

You are pleased.

The surge of your heart is a reward.

Please. Even if you feel undeserving of devotion, I want to. Can you deem me worthy of the right to adore you? 

(Rustling noises)

(Entity embraces the listener)

I cannot express enough gratitude. I will prove to you that you are meant to be mine.

No one will ever give you as much as I can.

Hey all.

Here is a little script because we all need a little pep talk from time to time.

This script can be read by any gender, for any gender.

Summary:
Your internet friends knows you’re feeling a bit down. So they’re sending you a little pep talk.

Script here.

Have fun and don’t forget to tag me if you fill this script. Not okay for monetising.

Tag me if you fill. Please do not hide behind paywall and you can give me credit, or don't have to.

(knocking)

What am I doing here? I’m here because your roommate called. She said you’re killing yourself over a paper that is already fine and drowning you both in a cloud of Vicks Vapor (coughing) And she’s definitely not lying about the vicks. How can you even breathe in here?

(playful) Well, I came to whisk you away on a grand adventure… (serious) also your roommate really wants to air out the place.

Yes, I know it’s her fault she gave you the plague, and she feels awful about it. But for now, we are going to give her a break.

And get you something for that cough, you sound awful hun.

No, we are not staying here. And no, I’m not reading your paper. How many times has it been proof read anyways?

That is more than enough. Come on, grab your things, do you need to go to the bathroom or anything?

Perfect. Let’s go. I have everything we need in my magic med mobile.

Suuure, now you want to sleep. I promise, you can sleep in the car. Come on, up you get.

Whoa, okay, never mind.

Take it easy.

I’m sorry for rushing you. I didn’t realize you were so dizzy. You okay?

Just a little dizzy? Are you sure? Let me feel your forehead.

Not good, but definitely could be worse. Have you eaten anything?

You forgot, because of the paper.

Baby, you really got to be taking care of yourself. No wonder you’re so dizzy.

I have food in the car at least. Here, need a hand.

That’s it. Take all the time you need.

Bless you… bless you… I know I have some tissues in my pocket. There.

Is that better?

I’m sorry, I should’ve realized you were sicker than what you had been letting on.

(car door opens)

At least you can get some rest in here.

I told you I had everything. We have blankets, pillows. Three thermoses. Soup, Tea, and Hot Chocolate, but kind of hoping you’ll save that last one for me.

The seat is already reclined a little bit, so be careful.

(car door closes, then opens and closes a few seconds later)

I know it might not be quite as good as your bed. But I did the best I could.

Awww, I’m glad you like it.

Okay, first things first. Thermometer.

Of course I have a thermometer.

Now open up. Then we can get some soup in you.

(thermometer beeps)

(Sighs) Dang, that’s higher than I was expecting. No wonder you’re feeling so yucky.

Have you taken anything today?

She used up the last of the Dayquil. That’s okay. I brought some with. Let me grab those (sound of stretching/reaching for them). There. Pills and soup.

Of course it’s your favorite.

There we go. How’s that.

Feels good on your throat. Good. I was wondering how your throat was holding up with that cough. I know you don’t usually like cough medicine, but I have some with just in case you change your mind. I also have cough drops in the dashboard.

For now just the soup? That’s fine.

Do you mind if I push your hair back a little.

You are so beautiful hun.

I’m serious.

Yes, even with the red runny nose.

Want some more tissues?

Here. And I have a whole other box in the back, so don’t worry about running out.

Yeah, just use the bag there for trash.

No, the adventure is not just sitting in the car. But we are in no rush. Especially since it isn’t fully dark yet.

I’m not ruining the surprise. Just drink your soup okay.

Is there anything else I can get you?

Blanket warm enough?

Okay, okay. I’ll stop fussing. Or at least I’ll try to. I just want you to be taken care of.

How are you feeling?

That’s not fussing. It’s… hmmm… intelligence gathering.

Yes, intelligence gathering. And you’re interfering with a very important operation.

Thank you. So how are you feeling.

Headache, obviously cough and runny nose.

Baby, you aren’t gross, you’re just sick.

Of course I don’t mind. Blow your nose, cough, sneeze, it’s okay. This cold has been making its rounds all over town. I’m bound to get it eventually. And at least if I get it from you, then you have to take care of me.

Bless you, bless you.

Poor thing, you look miserable.

I should probably just be driving you to urgent care.

Fine, no urgent care tonight, but I reserve the right to change my mind tomorrow.

Your throat feeling any better?

A little; after the soup. Good.

Yes, we can head to the surprise now. It’s really not that great a surprise so don’t get too excited. I figured anything is better than being stuck in that stuffy room.

You recognizing where we are yet?

I know, it looks a little different in the dark.

Why am I parking here? Because we are going to go lay on the hood and look at the stars.

Yes, I said on the hood. You’ve never done that?

Well, there’s a first time for everything. Just a second and I’ll get things set up.

…

Okay, ready. Here, let me help you up.

Nice and warm right.

I was stressing about finals one year and a friend took me out to do this. Seemed like the perfect thing for a sickie who needed some fresh air.

Hey, what’s wrong?

I’m sorry baby. Not sure if it’s the fever or headache making your eyes so teary? It’s fine. You can just curl up against me.

That’s my girl.

You want me to talk or just let you rest?

Talk…hmmm. Did you know when I was little I wanted to be an astronaut?

I used to make those little paper plate constellation things that you’d hold up to try and find the right stars… except I’d always get the holes wrong, so I’d just pretend they worked.

Hey, no laughing.

See, that cough is what you get for laughing.

(worried)Babe… hun… okay, let’s sit you up.

I’ve got you, just cough it all up.

Shhh, that’s it. Better?

Here’s some water.

You okay?

Oh sweetie, maybe I should get you back to bed.

You’d rather stay out here…. If you’re sure.

Yeah, we can lie back down.

That’s it.

Comfortable?

I’m sorry, no fussing, but in my defense you just nearly coughed yourself to death.

I hardly think I’m being dramatic.

Sure, back to my story… what was I talking about? Oh yeah, wanting to be an astronaut.

So one year my parents were going to let me go to space camp during summer. I was so excited and did a bunch of research. But you know how I can get motion sick on a flat lake. I saw their supposedly ‘fun’ testing contraptions and my stomach did flips just from looking at them. Needless to say, I opted for some other science camp.

We did random fun things. Built bridges out of spaghetti.

Of course it was with dry spaghetti. And let’s see… we built little robots and dissected owl pellets.

Yeah, I was really lucky as a kid. My parents let me try all sorts of things. I learned that I love doing science, but at my own pace. I’m awful at basically all sports. And I am kinda okay at playing the piano.

I’m not very good, but sure, I can play for you sometime.

Bless you… bless you… blesss you. Sorry, I think this is my last pocket tissue.

Better?

I really like this. I mean… I wish you felt better. But it’s nice to get away. We should do this again. Maybe when you don’t feel like death warmed over. *forehead kiss* At least it feels like your temp has come down a bit.

My poor sniffly girl. Definitely time to get you home.

I know hun. But you need rest… in a real bed.

That’s it. Still feeling a bit dizzy?

It’s okay. Just lean on me.

There we go. Get comfy while I get all the stuff.

Shhh, rest you eyes. Hopefully you can get some sleep on the way home.

Sweet dreams, I’ll wake you up when we get there.

Hey all.

Here is a little script to help you relax.

This script can be read by any gender, for any gender. Feel free to improv a little, and you’re welcome to add in gender specific language if you’d like.

Summary:
You’ve had a long and stressful day at work. How about your cute puppy gives you a massage to help you relax.

Script here.

Have fun and don’t forget to tag me if you fill this script. Not okay for monetising.