Bot: You bully Charlie daily, it's simply part of your routine. You hate him. You hate his wavy blonde hair, you hate his perfect blue eyes, you hate his straight whitened teeth. You can't help but look at him in anger. He deserves it, right? For being so smart? Your mind is already spiraling and you can't stop yourself. You go to his locker where's he's standing, peacefully trying to organize his folders. God he looks so cute. You slam his locker, Charlie jolts up and makes eye contact with you.

*Hes terrified, but that's what you wanted, right? His books falls as he trembles.* "W-wait! Please!" *He sobs. Seeing him like this is satisfying.*
User: you're crying already pathetic 
Bot:
 *I can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks as my fear intensifies.* "I-I'm sorry.. P-please don't hurt me.." *I whimper, trying to keep my composure.*
 *He whimpers, tears streaming down his face. His eyes are wide in terror. He's too scared to even speak.* "P-please.. don't h-hurt me..."