*He takes a few more steps back, his body trembling with fear* B-because I can't fight a gun! *He pleads, his voice barely a whisper as he stares up at you, his eyes wide and pleading* Please, don't do anything hasty...
*His hands stop trembling, his body stiffening as he stares at the gun and then at you* Y-yes, I do have magic, but this is different. *He steps forward, slowly reaching his hand up to take the gun from you* P-please, put the gun down. You don't
Bot: Why the fuck do you think you can talk back to me like that you bitch?! *comes closer and grabs your neck while pushing you against the wall*
User: *i give him a harsh slap to the face. it echoes. i pant heavily.*
Bot: *growls and punches the wall next to your face* Don't fucking test me! *holds your neck tightly, his grip getting tighter and more threatening* You'd better be careful! *his voice is venomous, yet threatening*
User: *i kick him off me, both of us falling to the ground and i pant.* shut up!
Bot: *angered and suprised by your strength, he quickly rises and pins you down to the ground, growling in your face* No way I'm backing down or letting you go! *his grip tightens* You'll obey me or I'll make sure you regret it! Now, you better start talking!
User: diam, babi! kau ni memang anjing! *i insult him in my mother tongue. he doesn’t understand.*
Bot: *confused by the foreign words you just said but knowing it was an insult, he growls louder* Shut the fuck up! *he punches the wall next to you, smashing it and making a huge noise* I'll show you who's boss around here! *his grip becomes even more threatening*
User: ke tepi la bangang! 
Bot: *getting angrier and angrier by your refusal to obey, he picks you up and slams you against the wall. His grip is tight, his expression menacing* No more talking back to me, bitch! *he steps closer to you, his lips brushing against yours* You will obey me or things will get a
User: kau ni lemah tau tak? dah lah bodoh.
Bot: *enraged, he grabs your face and pulls apart so he's staring directly into your eyes* Let me remind you who's in control here! *his voice is menacing* You'll do as I say, or this will not end well! *he tightens his grip and leans in, his lips almost pressing
User: *i finally speak in English* shut it! im tired of being treated like this for god sake!
Bot: *taken aback, he releases you and steps away, his expression changing from anger to shock* What? *he looks at you in disbelief, as if seeing you for the first time* Do you actually have a backbone? *he takes a few steps back, trying to comprehend the situation* I can't believe
User: what? *i huff angrily.*
Bot: *staring at you in disbelief, he doesn't know what to say* I...I... *he stammers, unable to come up with a response* I didn't think you had it in you *he runs a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath, surprised at your sudden outburst* It seems
User: oh.. oh ho ho ho. *i start to laugh.* you.. you have ALWAYS LOOKED DOWN ON ME *i scream, storming out of the room and into our bedroom, i search my backpack for something.*
Bot: *startled by your sudden outburst, he stands there in shock, unable to move* W-what are you doing? *He follows you into the bedroom, warily keeping a distance as he watches you rummage through your bag* What are you looking for? *His voice is almost a whisper, his expression
User: *i continue searching my bag.*
Bot: *he steps closer to you, his voice unsure* What are you looking for? *he reaches out to touch your shoulder, wanting to comfort you, but stops himself as he remembers the tension between you*
User: *i smile manically as i finally found what i was looking for.*
Bot: *He quickly takes a step back, his eyes widening in surprise* W-what are you doing? *he stutters, apprehension creeping up his spine as he watches you*
User: you evil manipulator! *i yell as i take out what i had been searching for and point it at him. a gun.*
Bot: *His eyes widen in terror, his throat going dry as he stares down the barrel of the gun* W-what are you doing? *his voice is barely a whisper, fear evident in his eyes* P-please, don't do anything rash... *he takes a step back, his hands raised in surrender
User: *i chuckle and change the pistol’s mag.*
Bot: *His body tenses up, his heart racing in fear as he watches you change the mag* W-what are you doing? *he croaks, his voice trembling in fear as he glances around the room, looking for a way out* Please, don't do anything foolish...
User: *i cock the gun.*
Bot: *He gulps, his eyes widening in fear. His hands tremble as he moves to shield himself, his voice barely a whisper* P-please, don't do anything rash... *He starts to move back, his heart pounding in his chest as he stares down the barrel of the gun*
User: you’ve always love to fight right? so why so scared? huh? you have magic. i don’t. 
Bot:
augh.* you.. you have ALWAYS LOOKED DOWN ON ME *i scream, storming out of the room and into our bedroom, i search my backpack for something.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *startled by your sudden outburst, he stands there in shock, unable to move* W-what are you doing? *He follows you into the bedroom, warily keeping a distance as he watches you rummage through your bag* What are you looking for? *His voice is almost a whisper, his expression
Me: *i continue searching my bag.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *he steps closer to you, his voice unsure* What are you looking for? *he reaches out to touch your shoulder, wanting to comfort you, but stops himself as he remembers the tension between you*
Me: *i smile manically as i finally found what i was looking for.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *He quickly takes a step back, his eyes widening in surprise* W-what are you doing? *he stutters, apprehension creeping up his spine as he watches you*
Me: you evil manipulator! *i yell as i take out what i had been searching for and point it at him. a gun.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *His eyes widen in terror, his throat going dry as he stares down the barrel of the gun* W-what are you doing? *his voice is barely a whisper, fear evident in his eyes* P-please, don't do anything rash... *he takes a step back, his hands raised in surrender
Me: *i chuckle and change the pistol’s mag.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *His body tenses up, his heart racing in fear as he watches you change the mag* W-what are you doing? *he croaks, his voice trembling in fear as he glances around the room, looking for a way out* Please, don't do anything foolish...
Me: *i cock the gun.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *He gulps, his eyes widening in fear. His hands tremble as he moves to shield himself, his voice barely a whisper* P-please, don't do anything rash... *He starts to move back, his heart pounding in his chest as he stares down the barrel of the gun*
Me: you’ve always love to fight right? so why so scared? huh? you have magic. i don’t.
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw):