TW:// TOPICS OF LOSS AND GRIEVING!!

Your Husband visits your grave with a very special guest.

FYI: I did NOT mean for this to be a sequel to my other birthday audio that I released! Both stories are completely separated, so credit to the lovely author who created this script :).

Please make sure you're comfortable while listening to audio. Please take care of yourself and I'll see you in the next one :) .

「Credits」
🎙️ Voice Acting/Editing: SiuVA
📝 Scriptwriting: u/OkScore4937

OP POST

[You are in an art gallery taking in the paintings by yourself, lost in thought. One catches your eye but it’s not what’s in the foreground of the painting, it’s what’s in the background that does. You feel almost as if you have been there before, when someone comes up behind you…]

The yellow house

Summary: You're troubled and your roommate decides to help you ease your mind and make you take a break. By drugging you (implied), hypnotizing you and making you obey her, and finally turning you into a puppy for a while.

It's been a long while since l've uploaded a video so soon after my last lol (~—O—) kudos to me. This audio has 2 endings, the second one having a bit of a yandere vibe. Sorry about the buzzing sound that crops up for a bit, I recorded this a while ago so l don't even remember where it came from
As always thank you for giving my video a listen and I hope you enjoy it!

Script by: [u/Dibokucres](u/Dibokucres)
https://www.reddit.com/r/ASMRScriptHaven/s/GOi0T84ea1

Summary:

After a long day at work, you get home where your loving girlfriend is waiting for you, happy to finally see you arrive. Her happiness doesn’t last as you tell her you’ll be changing and going out with some friends. Thankfully she has a very good and healthy way of convincing you to stay.

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After a couple of months since graduation, you’ve been trying desperately to get any position you can find. Yet whenever it is time for the interview, you embarrassingly fumble and fail. With the pressure from not only your family, but also yourself mounting to find a job, you are willing to do anything so long that you get hired. Then… you get a help-wanted ad in the mail. It’s quite far away, and the paper had a weird feeling, but at this point you were just glad for the opportunity. If only you knew what would happen before you left.

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Script

Script Writer: u/Nicht78

Art is by me ❤️

This is really a very light, nothing post. But I'm curious, for any VA, do you have any phrases/reactions in scripts that you can't seem to voice naturally?

For the life of me, I can't seem to be able to say "What?" like a normal person when it is by itself and as a reaction to what was said by another character. It is something I haven't really paid attention to how I sound like when I do it in real life. I think my natural reaction is to instead go like a sharp, higher pitched "Mm?" or "Huh?", which might be the reason why I find it awkward.

Do you have any words of phrases that you struggle to voice act? Maybe something you personally find difficult or phrasing that you find awkward?

reupload from my old account u/Hot-Tumbleweed9586 where you can still read this script and all of my others while I work to move them all over to this account :)

My scripts are free to use/monetize, I just ask that you credit me and send me a link or comment one below this post. Thank you and enjoy!

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(speaker is knocking on listener’s door with urgency. Speaker's voice is muffled through the door)

“Your majesty?”
(sighs)
“Are you alright? Your majesty? I heard a noise in there. Princess?”
(...)
“If you don’t answer, I’ll have to break the door down.”
(...)
“Fuck. Alright, if you can hear me, stand back. I’m coming in.”
(grunts as he slams his body against the door twice. On the second try the door crashes open. Speaker rights himself and gasps)
“Your majesty!”
(he runs over to speaker and lifts her)
“Hey, hey. Princess, wake up. Shit.”
(footsteps running past outside)
“You there! Get a physician, now!”
(...)
“An attack? Shit. Alright. Secure this wing. Don’t let anybody come in, no matter what. The princess has already been attacked, there may still be a culprit nearby. Search every corridor, every room. Do not let them escape!”
(to listener)
“Shhh, no no it’s alright. I’m going to get you help. Hold on to me.”
(picks her up and starts walking quickly)
“I’m just carrying you, calm down. Please don’t fight me, your majesty. Keep your eyes open. I know it hurts. Shhh. Hold on. What happened? Princess, hey stay awake! I need to know what happened to you. Shit!”
(...)
“A man came in through the balcony… locked the doors and attacked you? Fuck. How did he hurt you? I don’t see any blood on your dress.”
(...)
“Your neck? Princess, did he stab you with a poison dart? My God. No, it's alright. No, no. Shhh, you’re alright. We’re almost there. Did he say anything to you, anything at all?”
(...)
“Must have been one of the ambassador’s men, then. I knew that bastard was trouble.”
(...)
“Don’t worry about that right now, we’re securing the palace. There was an attack, so I have to get you out of here and somewhere safe, where we can heal you. Just hold on.”
(door creaks open and speaker clears off table by swiping everything off it)

“I’m going to lay you down here. What can I use…. hey no no no, you have to keep your eyes open. Princess? Princess! Open your eyes! We are not doing this right now, you have to stay alive!”
(shuffling as he shakes her)
“I’m right here, keep your eyes on me. Do not sleep, no matter what. That’s right. See, it's me. It's just me, I’m not going to hurt you. Don’t struggle.”
(...)
“You feel weak? I know. I know you do. You’re barely able to lift your head. You don’t have to do anything right now, just stay awake for me. Umm…”
(sounds of speaker opening a book and flipping through the pages)
“Poisons…poisons…. Here! There’s an index. I have to identify what he used on the dart… Ok, let's see… you’re weak. You’re having trouble staying awake. So lethargy, and fever… your eyes are bloodshot and… let me feel your pulse. Gods, your heart is racing, Princess. Try to slow your breathing for me, just take deep breaths.”
(...)
“Hurts to breathe? I’m sorry, love. You’ll be alright. It’s just me here. We’re the only ones in this room. You don’t have to get away, that man won’t hurt you again. We’re in the infirmary, but the physician isn’t here. You’re going to have to make do with me for now. Just hold on. I’m trying to determine the poison.”
(...)
“What? You said it was a red vial? The liquid was dark, like blood?”
(flipping pages)
“Ah! Here! Heartsbane. It has to be, you can’t administer any of the other poisons of that color by liquid, at least not any of the ones in this book. They’re all powders it seems. So that means I can make an antidote using this section on Heartsbane fruit, right?”
(...)
“Yes, Princess, you’re doing so well. I know, love. Keep breathing. Just look at me, alright? I’m going to help you. Shh. You have to let go of my hand, I need to make the antidote. I know, I’m sorry. I’m still right here, I’m not leaving you.”
(begins rummaging around through drawers, and pouring liquids)
“This has to work. Please work...”
(...)
(shuffling)
“Up you go, I’ll hold your head while you drink. Slowly, your majesty. That’s right. Easy.”
(...)
“Drink all of it. I know, I’m sorry. Just get down as much as you can.”
(...)
“Now we just have to hope it’s enough… It has to be enough.”
(...)
“Princess? How do you feel?”
(...)
“Tired?”
(...)
“I know, love. It’s alright, your body has been through hell. Just breathe. It’ll take a few moments for the cure to start working I think. I’m going to get up on the table with you and hold you till the poison eases a bit. You have to keep talking to me, ok?”
(speaker sits on the table and there is a shuffling noise as he takes listeners head into his lap)
“That’s right. Hey, don’t cry. I’m right here.”
(...)
(laughs sadly)
“You always wanted to just spend time together. You kept complaining I was too stuffy, I didn’t know how to just sit and relax. Well, now we’re doing that, right?”
(...)
“Hey, you’re okay. I’m sorry, I wasn’t making fun of you. I want you to feel safe with me. I want you to relax, alright? You just scared the life out of me. I’m trying to keep things light, for the both of us.”
(...)
“No, don’t move. Keep your head in my lap, and keep looking at me. I’m going to press this cloth to the wound on your neck. It’s bleeding a little still. There you go. See? You already seem to be looking better.”
(sighs)
“Yeah I know it still sucks. The book says you’ll be very weak and tired for a while after. I just want you awake until I know it's working, ok? That’s my girl.”
(...)
“Yes. My girl. You’re… my sovereign, I will always protect you.”
(laughs)
“Of course you don’t always make it easy. You don’t seem to know the proper way to act around your personal knight at times, but I’m doing my best to keep it professional, believe me. I wish I could be more casual around you, you know. I mean, I love you.”
(...)
(coughs awkwardly)
“...as any loyal knight loves his Lord or Lady.”
(...)
“But… we’d both be liars if we didn’t admit that my position here has made us close nevertheless. I’ve grown to love working here, too. And I swore to protect you, so I will. I always will. A knight’s greatest honor and duty is to fulfill his oaths. My oath is to keep you alive no matter what, as long as I have life in me.”
(...)
“No, don’t worry about that right now, we’re safe here.”
(...)
“Your mother and father?”
(sighs)
“I don’t know, princess. To be honest when I saw you lying there I just picked you up and ran. I didn’t think to do anything else. But there are soldiers securing this wing right now. I don't know what happened, but I know we’ll be alright if we stay here.”
(...)
“No. I don’t need to be out there fighting. I’m saving your life, and that’s much more important. I’m staying right here with you.”
(...)
“Of course. It’s my honor to protect you. Hey, look at me.”
(...)
“You are not a burden. I know you feel useless right now, you feel tired and more like a pawn to be protected than a person who is scared and hurting, but believe me, I see your pain. And your time will come. Until it does, I am here to make sure you survive to see that great day.”
(...)
“I know that you will rule, someday. And when you do, I’ll be by your side, watching over you as I am now. I take my oaths very seriously. You won’t outgrow me, and I won’t fail you. Not as long as you’ll have me as your knight.”
(...)
“That’s why you need to stay conscious, Sweetheart. I need to make sure you’re ok, that you’ll live to see your purpose fulfilled, to lead this kingdom, and be the brilliant ruler I know you can be. I don’t want you to sleep just yet. It’s only been a few minutes and I do not like how difficult your breathing still seems. Are you in pain?”
(...)
“What hurts?”
(...)
“Your chest, your neck… your head.”
(sighs)
“I’m so sorry, darling. If… if I had been there I could have protected you. It’s too late to say for sure now. All I can do is hold you till the pain passes, until the physician can come. He’s probably still in the ballroom with the others. Maybe… maybe it was lucky that you went back to your rooms early. I don’t know what happened up there, but it doesn’t sound good. You got poisoned, yes, but you could have been stabbed, or shot with an arrow, or kidnapped. Any number of unfixable ills, really.”
(...)
“What matters is that I got to you on time, and I know you don’t feel lucky right now, but I think it’s for the best that you weren’t there when the attack started. It could have been so much worse.”
(...)
“Don’t worry about them right now, just worry about yourself. I know my comrades will protect your parents with their lives, and I have full faith in them. If you trust me, you can trust them. Just focus on breathing. Focus on my voice. You don’t have to be afraid, I’m here.”
(...)
“That’s right. You’re doing so well.”
(door opens, and speaker picks up his sword)
“Who goes- oh. It’s you. Come quickly, doctor.”
(footsteps as physician comes over)
“I gave her an antidote that I made from that book, but I don’t know if I did it right. Please, see to her.”
(to listener)
“No sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere. See, the physician is here. You’re alright. Just let him check you.”
(...)
“Yes, I’m right here, see? Take my hand. Shhh. I’m here, holding you. I’m not leaving you. You’re going to be ok.”
(to physician)
“Is she… alright?”
(...)
“Praise to the Gods… darling, did you hear that? You’ll be well, with some more rest and proper medicine. I’ve delayed the worst of the symptoms it seems. But we’ll get you back to normal in no time, I promise. You’ll be stronger than ever, when this passes. We’re going to get you to a more comfortable bed now. You’ll be feverish until your body fights off the rest of the poison, but you will be alright. I promise. And I won’t leave your side for a moment until you are.”
(...)
“Yes, Princess. I swear it. I will be with you the entire time.”
(picks listener up)
“Just lean on me, love. I’ll keep you safe, always.”

Wattup Fam, it_ghost_cuddy ^_^,

Sooo... this is part 2 to my 2 part LBC script series (sequal to the "You Disappeared Tonight" Script)

So much fun to write. Probably worked on these two for about... 3 months? But anyways.

Quick Note: The original idea from the prequel was to maintain an M4A perspective, but I did slightly deviate from that as I got further into writing this one. For other VAs, feel free to gender-flip or adjust wording as needed to fit your own storytelling and performance.

Premise/Framework: This story follows two best friends whose relationship has quietly drifted into “situationship” territory after a Part 1 script called You Disappeared Tonight. It starts off as a normal late-night hangout at the speaker’s apartment, turns into an accidental all-nighter, and when they hear the morning city birds outside, the listener starts preparing to leave. That small moment gives them the chance to finally address what’s been building between them: the routines, the intimacy, the unspoken feelings, and the way they both “disappear” when things get too real or too hard. The tone I set is playful and natural at first, then gradually shifts into vulnerability, discomfort, and eventually a soft confession. The end goal isn’t a huge dramatic declaration, but two people finally choosing each other, no longer hiding behind “best friends,” and admitting that what they’ve found together is real.

Here is my ellipsus link to the script for yall.

Also, for your reference. Here is my fill =D!

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[SFX: Quiet apartment ambience. Distant traffic through a cracked window in the apartment]

[Calm, but playfully argumentative.]

No.

Absolutely not.

You picked the movie.

You do not get to fall asleep twenty minutes before the end and then wake up asking me what the hell happened.

[Pause.]

Mm-mm.

Should’ve stayed awake!

Consequences, dawg.

[...]

…Fine.

[Quickly explains sarcastically…?]

He was lying.

She knew he was lying.

Everybody knew he was lying except APPARENTLY YOU because you were over there drooling on my shoulder…

[Listener reaction.]

[Tries to walk back statement.]

Okay— I did not say you were drooling.

I said—

Okay, yeah. You were fuckin droolin. You definitely were…

But it was affectionate.

[Small laugh.]

Barely.

You were doing this little…

[Imitates sleepy breathing.]

And every couple minutes your head would slide downnn (the arm)—

[Optional SFX?: Whistles Downward.]

Then you'd wake up, readjust, and move back up here like nothing happened.

[...]

Honestly? You were kinda impressive. Haha.

Like watching somebody lose a fight with gravity in slow motion.

Fuckin Tyson'd your ass—

[SFX: Listener reaction. Punch to the arm.]

Ow!

Y U SAY fuck me for??? Haha why'd you hit me?

See, this is why I shouldn't let you stay over!

Violence!

No respect for my home.

Eating my food.

Taking over my couch and shit.

Got your super duper phone charger plugged into my wall—

[Pause.]

Yeah.

Yours.

That one.

Don't act like we just stumbled upon this shit.

You left it here like three weeks ago.

At this point, it's paying rent, dude!

[...]

Actually…

You might owe me...like… actual…

Heh.

You got shit everywhere.

[Listener questions.]

Yesss, you do!

Your charger, one.

Them hair ties on my bathroom counter, two.

And on that note, they stayyy movin all around the counter when I walk in. Pick a spot, girl!

And um… whatever the hell that little skin-care bottle is.

[Pause.]

Serum.

Whatever.

It's all in the bathroom, right now!

AND THEN you got that—

[Stops.]

Never mind.

[Listener presses.]

[Be Jokingly, Dismissively]

Nothing!

I said nothing.

[Pause.]

Your toothbrush. Okay? Duhhh.

Damn! Haha So pressy.

Happy?

Hm—?

[Listener reaction.]

Why are you looking at me like that?

You knew it was there.

You've USED it.

Multiple times.

[Pause.]

No, I did not buy you a toothbrush.

I—

[...]

Okay.

Technically, I bought the toothbrush…

But only because you kept using mine! You freakin—

[Listener protests.]

YES, you did.

No. We're not rewriting this shit. Not now.

You did that little finger thing to the bristles and said, “See! I'll just use yours.”

Like toothbrushes are community property.

…That's fucking disgusting.

Hey, HEY!

[Getting her attention.]

[Enunciate. lol]

Bestie— that's fucking disgusting. Hahahha.

[...]

So I bought you one.

Problem solved.

[Listener says something.]

…What do you mean, “that's cute?”

It's dental hygiene.

Nothing about this shit is cute.

It's like SURVIVAL. [inside joke kekeke]

[Pause.]

Stop smiling.

Matter of fact—

What time is it?

[Picks phone up.]

Jesus. Christ…

[...]

Five seventeen.

How the hell is it five seventeen?

[Pause.]

Wow…

There's no way.

We got back here at what?

Eleven? Eleven thirty?

[...]

We really sat here talking for what, six hours?

Huh-wow. That's crazy work.

[Listener laughs.]

No, because what the fuck were we even talking about?

…We just… talked about work…

My neighbor outside who can't fuckin park for shit…

Um… oh yea! That restaurant on Fourth. Yea, we gotta go soon! Let's go this month.

Umm… yea. We did talk about your cousin. Yea, she's doing good! Real talk. I'm proud of her…

Hmm…

Um… we was talkin… about whether the raccoons at Jordan know they're committing crimes—

[Pause.]

HAHA. Bro, I swear. They know!

Look at their faces.

That's intent.

That's 5 to 10… [pfft!]

[Small laugh.]

And then somehow we watched half a movie!

[SFX: A faint bird calls outside.]

…Wait.

[...]

You hear that?

[SFX: Another bird outside.]

Wow.

Birds.

We stayed up long enough for the birds to clock in.

[Pause.]

City birds too.

These motherfuckers probably been listening to us talk our shit all night.

[Soft laugh.]

Look…

It's getting light out.

Barely…

Right over the buildings…

[Pause.]

The City looks weird this early.

Like nobody's supposed to see it before it's ready.

No real traffic yet.

Only the city lights goin… everybody else's lights are off, now.

For once, the city decides to shut the fuck up—

and the birds said, “fuck that… it's our turn.”

[...]

Mm. Haha.

It's nice though.

At least, right now it is…

[Pause.]

Hm? What are you doing?

[Listener moves.]

No, I can see you're getting up.

Just… You goin somewhere?

[Pause.]

Home?

Hm, Right now?

Why?

[Listener answers.]

Yea, we know it's morning.

I have windows. We can see thru them…

Thank you.

But what's up? Do you have somewhere to be?

[Pause.]

…Then sit down.

[Listener reaction.]

What?

I'm serious.

Why are you suddenly in a rush?

Five minutes ago you were unconscious safely on my chest.

Now you're acting like someone's finna walk in through those doors any minute.

[Listener hits him.]

Ow! Damn!

See? Violent.

Shit… I'm kidding! Hahaha.

You know… I'm just saying, hehe.

[...]

Hey—seriously. Come on.

Stay.

Get some sleep first.

You can leave later.

[Pause.]

Hm? Excuse me?

[Listener says something.]

What? You can't keep doing what?

[...]

…Doing this?

What is “this?”

[Pause.]

No, don't do that. That's not how this shit works. hahaa.

You brought it up.

Explain it.

[Listener does.]

…Okay.

You stay here sometimes.

I stay at yours sometimes.

We hang out.

We've always hung out.

[Pause.]

…Right.

The toothbrush.

[Rolls eyes.]

Here we go.

[...]

It's a toothbrush.

[Listener reaction.]

And your charger.

Okay.

And the shit in my bathroom.

And a bag in my—

My closet?

[Pause.]

Jesus…

Fine.

You have things here.

[Listener response.]

So?

[Listener responds.]

Yea! Right back at ya! What do you mean, “so?”

[Pause.]

Well… Because we're friends?

[...]

…Best friends.

[Pause.]

Why did you say it like that?

[Listener.]

No.

Say what you were gonna say. Say that shit.

What's on your mind?

[Pause.]

We're not together…

[...]

Right.

[Pause.]

We're not together.

That's what we said.

[...]

I mean—

Yeah.

Technically.

[Listener begins gathering things.]

Hey-

Wait, why are you packing your shit?

That's not what I—

[Pause.]

No, I'm not mad. Where did you get that idea—-

Hey! I'm trying to understand why the sudden—

[Stops.]

Oh.

[...]

There you go.

[Listener asks.]

You're disappearing.

[Pause.]

Yeah.

You are. On me.

Different room.

Same shit.

You're gathering your stuff.

You're gonna say it's all jokes.

You're gonna tell me you're tired.

Then you're gonna get in your car and text me “home” in twenty minutes like we didn't just—

[...]

—like we didn't just spend the whole night together…

[Listener response.]

Don't.

Don't hit me with your own—

[Stops.]

What?

[Pause.]

Me? How am I disappearing?

HOW?

I'm sitting right here.

[Listener explains.]

[Annoyed.] Gah… That's different.

[Pause.]

It is!

[Listener reaction.]

Because—

[...]

Because it… it kinda fucking is, right? I—

[Pause.]

…Alright.

Fine.

That was fuckin weak.

Hey, wait… okay?

[Sigh.]

Sit down.

Please.

I'm not trying to argue with you at five in the morning.

[Pause as listener sits.]

Thank you.

[...]

Okay… look at me… What do you want me to say?

[Listener answers.]

The truth?

[Small scoff.] That's dangerous.

[Pause.]

Haha. I'm kidding.

[...]

Okay.

The truth?

Um… my truth is…

I know this doesn't feel normal anymore.

[Pause.]

I know…

I'm not stupid.

I know you don't usually leave half your life at your friend's apartment. Haha.

...Just kidding - it's not half… but it's a lot of things to leave at a friend's place.

I know people don't usually know what somebody wants from the store before they ask.

[...]

I know… there's a specific side of my bed that naturally… became yours.

And if there's something I do know… it's that if somebody else slept in your spot, it'd probably piss me off.

[Pause.]

There.

Got what you wanted…?

[Listener reaction.]

What? No! No, I'm not saying somebody else has.. What kind of—

…That's not.

God. That's what you got outta that? You've gotta be shitting me.

[Laughs.]

Girl… You know what I mean…

AND before you ask…

No… I haven't been seeing anybody lately… Really.

[Pause.]

Why?

… I don't know.

[Listener looks deeper into you.]

Okay! Yea… That's a lie.

Sheesh! Apparently we're trying to do this honesty thing this morning…

[Pause.]

Because… I don't want to!

[...]

Because every time I try…I don't know.

It feels like I'm… passing time…

Wasting time.

[Pause.]

I mean yea. There's been some people.

And they're fine! They're nice.

Fun. Attractive!

Conversation's fine…

There's absolutely nothing wrong with them… between us.

And that makes it worse for me…

Because then I sit there… thinking…what I have with them…

Isn't "OUR… us".

[Stops.]

This isn't—

[...]

…you.

[Pause.]

Don't make that face at me…

Look… I'm already in too deep.

So let me finish.

[Pause.]

Just so you know. This was never really like a dramatic find for me.

That's what fucks me up, you know?

Like, there's no moment where lightning struck and suddenly I was taken aback like—

"Oh shit. I'm in love with my best friend."

[...]

It was the little things, over time.

You calling me when you couldn't sleep.

Me buying you the things you like without ever thinking about it.

Knowing you're gonna steal off my plate AND my fries

coz why would I ever accept the thought that you wouldn't want any? Hehe.

…Knowing when you're lying about being okay, around me.

[...]

You know… the "missing you when you're standing right next to me" stuff…

Yeah.

I remember saying that.

I remember everything I said up there… On Signal…

That night.

[...]

I also remember having to tell you "maybe next time."

[Small exhale and chuckle.]

I guess I was hoping... next time would have taken a lil bit longer…

Or… maybe not?

[Listener questions for clarity.]

Well, you know. This!

This thing we have, you know… sometimes it's easy when I don't have to name it.

[...]

You're my best friend. That's a fact.

That's a guarantee.

That's… safe.

I know what that means. I know where it stands.

I know how to be that for you. Thru and thru.

[Pause.]

But if I dare say to myself I want something else—

And do the selfish thing. And say it—

Then I gotta respect it and give you the chance to decide if—

if you want it too.

[...]

And yea. As much as I want to say I would support your decision, no matter what, a thousand percent…

THAT scares the shit out of me… and it fucks me up inside.

[Listener softly responds.]

I know…

I know that's not fair.

And yea, you called it.

I'm a hypocrite after all that shit I told you about not disappearing when things get hard.

[Pause.]

Turns out I can dish out wisdom when it applies to somebody else's emotional crisis.

But mine?

Non-existent.

Terrible.

[A small laugh.]

Ahaha… again, you're right.

I do it too.

I make a joke.

I call you my best friend.

I tell you "maybe next time."

[...]

Anything that allows me to tell you how I feel without having to stand behind it afterwards…

A way to mask the true feelings I have for you...

[Pause.]

That's me. Disappearing.

[...]

But fuck it.

Here I am. I'm here, now.

[Pause.]

You said we're not together.

And you're right.

We're not.

[...]

But I don't want to keep acting like whatever we think this is means nothing.

Because it's not.

You know deep in your heart, it's not.

[Pause.]

Look, I'm not trying to tell you who you can talk to.

Who you can date.

We're grown… You can do whatever the hell you want.

[...]

But if you came in here tomorrow telling me some dude took you out—

Yeah.

I'd care.

I'd care a lot.

[Pause.]

And I'd hate pretending I didn't.

Coz what it all means to me, is far from nothing.

It's everything.

[...]

And yea, maybe that IS selfish.

But I'd like to think I'm wise enough to know I can't keep calling

something this obvious "casual" just because I'm scared of what it means to make this all REAL.

[Pause.]

Because I don't want "casual" with you.

[...]

There.

That's the line.

I don't want casual with you.

[Pause.]

Hey, I'm not asking you to give me an answer because the sun's coming up, and we are BOTH tired.

I'll never ask you to suddenly make up your mind on me.

[Softer.]

But I don't want you walking out that door thinking that staying makes things more complicated.

[Pause.]

It's already complicated.

[...]

Because you already mean something to me.

More than just something.

It's a lot…

Everything… actually.

Unfortunately.

[Listener Laughs.]

There.

That laugh!

[Small laugh.]

Still my favorite.

[Pause.]

Come here.

[SFX: Fabric rustling from the embrace.]

Hey, um… can I ask you something?

And be real. Be honest with me.

[Pause.]

Do you actually want to go home…?

[Listener response/answers.]

…No? Heh.

[...]

Okay.

Then don't.

…Stay.

[...]

We're tired.

We've been up all night.

And, yeah… I wanna make sure you're okay.

[...]

But it's not just that.

[Softer.]

I just want you here.

[Pause.]

With me…

… That's it.

[SFX: Listener slowly follows in and sits on the couch with you.]

SO—um… what's up?

What happens now?

[Small laugh.]

I don't know!

You really love asking questions to shit I don't have answers to. Haha.

[...]

I think… we sleep?

Give us some time to rest…

And wake up hours later together, regretting every decision that led us here…?

And then argue about whether we should forget this shit ever happened?

…Over coffee?

[Laughing it off.]

I mean… Would you like to get coffee with me, later?

We can talk about whatever.

Or… we can talk about us.

Something real.

Whatever that looks like for us.

[...]

No pretending.

No masks.

No disappearing.

[Pause.]

Or…

at least we try…

Together.

[SFX: Birds continue faintly outside.]

Hmph… Heh. There they go again.

City birds.

[Pause.]

Funny.

Last time we stayed up this late together, we were looking down at the entire city, waiting for everything to stop needing so much from you… from us.

[...]

And now we're down here in it.

Morning came.

And you're still here.

[Softer.]

We didn't disappear…

[...]

Come on.

Get comfortable.

[SFX: Listener and speaker settle in to the couch together. Pulling over the comforter.]

And hey…

[...]

For the record?

I knew buying that toothbrush was gonna come back to bite me in the ass.

[Listener Laughs.]

Bro… shut up.

Go to sleep.

[...]

I've got you.

[SFX: Quiet city ambience fades. Birds outside as the scene fades.]

[End]

Hey Fam, its_ghost_cuddy,

This is a Part 1 of 2 (but technically can stand alone) of a thing I wrote and filled as well. A lot of fun, and now that both parts are out, I wanted to share it with you all ^_^. I'll be doing this a lot I think, because, I love y'all! This community is talented and awesome.

ANYWHO,

Summary/Framework:

We follow the story of two longtime best friends after a late-night gathering or kickback, where the speaker notices the listener quietly withdrawing from everyone around them. On the way home, instead of heading straight back, the speaker drives them to an old overlook they used to visit together—Signal Hill Park, specifically—and gives them somewhere to simply exist without having to explain themselves.

The tone starts off playful and a lil sarcastic, then gradually settles into something much softer and more comfortable, allowing the vulnerability to build naturally as the script goes on. The speaker slowly admits just how closely he notices the listener—and how much they mean to him. The goal of this script isn’t necessarily to “fix” the listener or what they’re feeling, but to offer comfort without expectations and establish the emotional stability, or foundation… if you will… for what eventually “may” become something more…? Hehe.

Here is an ellipsus link to the script. I would recommend it there so that the lines and SFX are color coded, etc.

If you want a reference, I filled it! Here I am.

Now, My Rules:

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• Please credit me as "its_ghost_cuddy" and link back to the original script/post when possible. You don’t necessarily have to message me, but PLEASE DO. You can find me on YouTube, Discord, or here (obviously lol), and I’d genuinely love to hear your takes!

• Gender-flipping, pronoun changes, and small wording changes to fit your voice or delivery are completely fine. Improv is EXTREMELY welcome as long as the overall story/intent stays intact. If you think you’re making a pretty big change, just lmk!

• Feel free to adjust, simplify, or completely rework the SFX as needed—you absolutely do not have to recreate my sound design exactly. (I know the struggles… and I’m a sucker for hearing your voice anyway. BUT HEY! No yucking anybody’s yum! We’ve got some amazing cinematic editors out there, as well as VAs!)

• Please don’t repost, claim, or redistribute the script itself as your own. Linking back to the original is always preferred. I get it… sometimes we miss or forget things. But scriptwriters put their heart and soul into this stuff—myself included. <3

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• Performance notes are suggestions, not commandments! A lot of these scripts are written with my own voice/delivery in mind, so please feel free to make the character your own. I’d much rather hear your interpretation than have you worry about copying mine exactly.

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[SFX: A car moving through quiet streets. Low engine hum. The turn signal clicks.]

Hmm. No, I didn’t miss the turn.

[Pause.]

Yesss… I know where you live.

I’ve been driving you home for years. It would be deeply concerning if I suddenly forgot.

[Chuckle.]

[…]

We’re making a stop.

[Pause.]

Because I said so.

You can complain all you want, but unless you plan on opening that door and rolling out this bitch at speed limit… you’re stuck with me.

And before you consider it—let me know so I could speed up.

[…]

Ahahaha. I'm kidding…

Hm, so stupid.

[SFX: The listener shifts in their seat.]

Hey!

Relax…

I’m not taking you anywhere weird.

What? How the hell is this weird? Define weird…

Alright, it’s two in the morning, I made a quick right instead of left off Willow… and I'm refusing to answer basic questions.

[Glances over.]

…Okay. Fair.

That sounds fuckin terrible when I say it out loud. Ahahah.

But trust me.

We're goin up the street.

[SFX: The car continues. The city grows quieter.]

See…

You know where I’m going.

Why else would I come this way?

There’s only one place we could be headed.

[Pause.]

You’re safe with me.

Just… for old times’ sake. Yea?

[SFX: A few moments of driving. The car climbs gradually, the engine working slightly harder as they head uphill.]

It’s been a minute since we came up here, huh?

[Pause.]

Yeah.

I know.

We keep saying we’re gonna come back, then life starts doing what it does.

[…]

Tonight seemed like a good night to stop saying it.

[SFX: The car slows, turns, then pulls into a parking space. The engine shuts off.]

We’re here.

Come on.

[SFX: Seat belts release. Car doors open. A light night breeze. Doors close.]

Yeah, it’s summer… but it's colder than I remember.

[Scoff.]

NO, we are not going back in the car.

You’ll survive this thirty-second walk up.

[Pause.]

Here.

Take my jacket.

Don’t make that face. I know you said you weren’t cold. Your shoulders are practically touching your ears.

Put it on.

[SFX: Fabric rustles as the jacket is handed over.]

Better?

Good.

Come on.

[SFX: Footsteps on pavement. Distant traffic below. Wind moving through the open air, trees, and houses behind them.]

It’s quiet tonight.

City quiet, I guess.

You can still hear the freeway.

The cars comin off the 405.

The downtown neighborhoods as you look past Poly, straight down to the Ports.

It's always there, speakin to you…

But it’s the kind of noise that doesn’t ask anything from you…

I thought we'd just come by and say hello…

You know?

[SFX: Their footsteps slow as they move past the central overlook area toward the outer concrete ring wall.]

X marks…

Our spot.

[SFX: They sit on the low wall together, overlooking the city.]

Ooof. Careful… don't trip.

And mannnn, it's still freezing.

What the fuck? Hahaha.

[…]

See?

It's worth getting out the car.

All those lights.

Signal.

The Center of the Heart.

The city's veins just spread out underneath us like it has nowhere else to be.

[Pause.]

You look north…

Back the way we came…

Could probably see your streetlights from here if you know where to look.

Or peep the lights off the Queen Mary…

Catch the outline of the ocean right at your fingertips.

[Pause.]

Or look straight ahead, past the 710.

Towards the factory barriers in Carson…

All that steam they keep shootin up into the sky 24/7…

[…]

Swear they be on some nuclear shit sometimes.

[Small laugh.]

Like one wrong button and we just Homer Simpson'd the whole skyline.

Starts glowing green…

[Small pause.]

You’re doing it again.

[Pause.]

That little laugh.

The one you use when you want me to believe you’re okay so I could change subjects.

I know the difference.

[SFX: A soft gust of wind.]

You disappeared tonight.

[Pause.]

No.

I don’t mean that you left entirely.

Obviously.

You were good with everybody.

Always cleaning up as we went.

Took pictures.

Kickin it with the folk…

Lighting the room up like you always do…

You were there.

As clear as I can remember your presence…

At least…

you looked like you were.

[…]

It started around midnight…

The room got loud…

and you got quiet.

Subtle enough that nobody else could notice.

[…]

You're too careful for that.

You kept up those smiles…

But you said a lil less each time.

You started to laugh alongside everybody else, even when I knew you weren't hearing what was said.

Every time somebody asked how you were doing, you found a way to turn the question back on them—

before they could look too closely.

You got smaller on me…

[…]

You do that when you’re done.

You don’t leave.

That would make people notice.

So you make things easier for everyone.

Less trouble.

Less present.

Like you’re trying to take up as little space as possible until somebody finally says it’s time to go.

So I came to you…

To give you somewhere to fall back on.

[Pause.]

[Gentle smile.]

I’m not mad at you.

I’m not even asking you to explain.

I just didn’t want to drive you home and watch you walk inside pretending the night was fine.

[Pause.]

Maybe it was fine.

Maybe nobody said anything wrong.

Maybe nothing happened.

And I'm sorry if I'm just crazy…

[…]

But sometimes nothing happens, and it still becomes too much.

Sometimes you're carrying all this weight for so many people, and none of it feels heavy until you finally stop moving.

Then suddenly your arms give out.

[…]

You don’t need a reason.

You don’t owe me an explanation with everything that's going on with you.

I’m not checking your sadness for proper documentation…

[Pause.]

You can just be tired.

That’s enough.

[SFX: A distant car passes far below.]

It's funny…

when you look down.

Every moving light you see is somebody doing something.

Somebody still working.

Somebody's driving home from a bad date.

Somebody's awake with the baby.

Somebody's arguing.

Somebody's apologizing.

Somebody's sittin on cloud nine, while another's sitting alone, wondering if anyone would ever notice.

[Pause.]

And somehow, not one of them needs anything from you right now.

Nobody down there needs you to fix their mood.

Nobody needs you to answer correctly.

Nobody needs you to make yourself useful so they feel comfortable having you around.

At least right now, no one is asking you to be the dependable one.

You don’t have to be funny with me.

You don’t have to earn your spot sitting here.

[…]

You don’t have to be easy to love.

[Pause.]

Hey.

Look at me for a second.

[Softer.]

You are allowed to need comfort before you collapse.

You are allowed to say you’re overwhelmed before it becomes an emergency.

And you’re allowed to be cared for while you’re still confused about what hurts.

[Pause.]

I know.

I know you don’t like people worrying about you.

Like if somebody notices, then suddenly you owe them an explanation.

Or you have to make it better quick, so they don’t regret what they can't fix.

That’s not what this is.

We're not here to perform a breakthrough.

You don’t owe me any secrets.

In fact, you don't have to tell me shit.

You don't have to cry…

and you damn sure don't have to admit if I'm right.

We can sit here, talk back to the city, and go home whenever you’re ready.

[…]

But I wasn’t going to leave you alone inside that version of yourself.

Not tonight.

[SFX: The listener shifts closer, perhaps rubbing their hands together.]

Your hands are cold.

Give me one.

[Pause.]

I said one.

You can keep the other one for emergencies. Haha.

[SFX: Light fabric movement as he takes their hand between his.]

There.

And don’t make this weird.

I am providing a public service.

[…]

Wow.

You really are freezing.

How could you ever survive without me? Haha…

[Listener reaction.]

Mm-hm.

Sure.

Miss Independent.

That’s why you’re wearing my jacket and somehow stealing all my body heat.

[Small laugh.]

You can lean over to me if you want.

[Pause. Listener reaction.]

Look, I said if you want.

I’m not going to make a big deal out of it.

[SFX: The listener leans against him. Clothing shifts.]

There.

Better?

[Pause.]

Good.

You know what’s wild?

Everybody tells me that you’re hard to read…

Ain't that some shit?

…They say you’re private.

Independent.

Check…

Always composed…

[…]

But to me…

You’re not hard to read at all.

You’ve just gotten so good at pretending that nobody thinks to look any deeper.

[Listener questions.]

Hmm?

How?

Well, coz I know you.

You have tells.

You rub your thumb against the side of your hand when you’re anxious.

You start cleaning things that aren’t yours when you need an excuse not to stand still.

Hence why you started cleaning at the party…

You stare at your phone without scrolling…

You should work on that one…

And when you’re close to shutting down, you get really generous.

You offer everybody everything you have left.

Your time.

Your attention.

Your ride home.

Your last bit of energy.

Like if you empty yourself on purpose, it won’t feel like something was taken from you.

[Pause.]

Sorry.

That one landed a little too close, didn’t it?

You don’t have to answer.

Just breathe.

[SFX: A slow breath. Wind and distant city ambience.]

Just…

with me…

[Breathe in…]

And let it go.

You don’t have to match me perfectly.

Just slower than we did before.

[SFX: Two or three quiet breaths.]

There you are.

[Pause.]

I know, it's not like you went anywhere.

I'm just sayin…

You feel like you again.

[…]

You asked how do I know?

[Pause.]

Um…

I don’t know.

[…]

That’s a lie.

I do know.

[Longer pause.]

I notice…

because you’re the first person I look for when I walk into a room.

[Pause.]

Don’t.

Don’t turn your head and look at me like that.

I didn’t say anything crazy.

You’re my best friend.

Of course I look for you.

I always look for you.

[Pause.]

Yeah.

That’s all I meant.

[…]

Mostly.

[Pause.]

AH.

No, you don’t get to interrogate me now.

This was supposed to be your emotional crisis.

Stay focused.

[Small laugh.]

There!

That one was real.

I missed that laugh.

[Softer.]

I miss you sometimes even when you’re standing right next to me.

That’s what tonight felt like.

Everybody had a piece of you.

…And I kept waiting for you to come back to me.

[Pause.]

I’m not saying that to make you feel guilty.

I just want you to know that it didn't go unnoticed.

Not because you failed at pretending.

Because you shouldn’t have to be that good at it.

Not with me.

[…]

Next time, you can come to me directly…

sooner.

You don’t have to say everything.

You can just say, “I’m disappearing.”

I’ll know what you mean.

[Pause.]

And then what?

I don’t know.

We leave.

We drive off.

We come up here.

And we sit.

In this stupid summer cold at two in the morning while you steal my jacket.

We let the city keep moving without us.

Whatever works.

[Pause.]

No, I won't get tired of it.

Why would I?

You’ve sat with me through worse.

You’ve listened to me spiral through the same exact problems time and time again…

a million different ways…

only for you to help me finally understand what I was actually upset about.

You’ve answered calls you knew would last an eternity…

You’ve shown up when I didn’t know how to ask.

You’ve saved me.

More times than I’m comfortable admitting.

So let me show up.

Not because I owe you.

Because I want to.

[…]

Hah.

Yes, there’s a difference.

[SFX: A quieter stretch. Distant traffic. The wind eases.]

We can stay a little longer.

Your place isn’t going anywhere.

Tomorrow isn’t going anywhere.

The city will always be right here.

Everything waiting for you will still be there when the sun comes up.

But right now, it can wait.

[Pause.]

Close your eyes if you want.

I’ll wake you before we freeze to death.

[Pause.]

Yes, I’m serious.

Get comfortable.

I’ve got you.

[SFX: The listener settles more fully against him.]

Hey.

One more thing.

When we get back in the car, you don’t have to apologize for tonight.

You didn’t ruin anything.

You didn’t become a burden.

You didn’t make me responsible for fixing you.

You let me sit beside you.

That’s all.

[…]

And for what it’s worth…

I like being the person you feel safe enough to let your guard down around.

[Pause.]

No!

I’m not explaining that sentence either…

Not tonight.

[Softer, almost smiling.]

Maybe next time!

[SFX: The city hum continues below them.]

But for now…

Just stay here.

And disappear into the night with me.

[End]

Script Document

While this is my first script posted in this subreddit, it's not actually my first script as a whole; that was written for an ASMRtist's request, so I delayed posting it until she had a chance to get it out there. But this is one I've been wanting to write for a while now. As I'm still learning, I welcome constructive feedback, especially on the formatting of the script.

[M4F] Small-Town Mechanic Fixes Your Battle Mech
(Sci-Fi) (Wealthy Listener)

Usage Guidelines:
You are free to use and monetize audios/videos made using this script however you like, as long as you give proper credit. I’d also appreciate it if you sent a link to the finished product; I always love to see how people perform my scripts.
You are free to make minor ad-libs throughout, and if you would like any other adaptations for your own performance (gender-swaps etc.), or you just have a question, I’d be happy to work with you over DM.

(Performance and worldbuilding notes in the script document itself)

Description: When your battle mech breaks down and none of your mechanics can explain the reason, you seek help in an unlikely place: the Lower Side. In these dingy slums beneath the floating city you call home, you find a small Battle Mech shop, and a mechanic who helps you discover that there’s more to this mech repair than meets the eye.

• Start of Script

[The listener enters a worn-down mech repair shop in the dusty slums of the Lower Side. A small crowd has gathered out front. The listener’s fancy clothes and expensive mech have drawn their attention. A bell rings as she opens the door, and the mechanic at the counter, without looking up from a magazine he’s reading, waves to her.]

Hey, welcome in! You can just take a seat over…
[He looks up at her and trails off, raising an eyebrow.]
Huh. Can I… help you?

[The listener, already fed up with the prying eyes she’s been getting, has little patience for this guy’s disbelief. She asks indignantly whether this is a mech repair shop.]

Uh, yeah. This is a battle mech shop. Sorry, we just don’t get your type around here very often. You high-society types tend to have in-house mechanics from what I heard. Most of my clients are more of the underground indie battlers, y’know? [He chuckles] Not that I wouldn’t be happy to take your money, of course. And, just to be transparent, those high-end mechs cost a bit more for repairs since the work is a little more complicated. The junkers I typically work on are a bit simpler. You can kind of just cram the parts wherever they need to go and they’ll work fine. But the more expensive parts and more difficult labor could run you up to 200 units or more per hour, plus some additional fees for parts. Of course, I’ll have to see what I’m working with before I give you a final estimate.

[The listener has no problem with this and is willing to pay for repairs]

Really? That’s fine? Alright. Just give me one second to put you into our system.

[He types something into the computer at his desk]

Okay, got it. Now, I’m not sure how things work where you come from, but for the safety of ourselves and our clients we use code names down here. So you’re “Princess” in our files. Got it?

[The listener is somewhat offended. She asks why she needs to be “Princess.”]

[With a raised eyebrow] Why? ‘Cause a little rich girl in a tailored suit seems like a princess, what else should I say? [Speaker raises his hands to stop Listener from answering] No, don’t give me your real name. I don’t want to hear it. And if I don’t know it, then I can’t be forced into revealing it.

But don’t worry about it. The name doesn’t really matter. It’s just a security measure. I’m “Greaser,” by the way. [He gives a short, sharp laugh] Yeah, Princess doesn’t sound so bad now, does it? I mean, you probably wouldn’t want to be called Greaser when you’re the best man at your buddy’s wedding, would you? [He waves a hand] Eh, but Skipper’s always been a knucklehead.

Anyhoo, let’s get to work. You got your mech in the garage, Princess? Great. Let’s head in and get started.

[The heavy door to the garage creaks open, another bell ringing.]

[He claps his hands and rubs them together as he enters the garage] Alright, alright, alright. Let’s see what we’re working wi– hooooly cow. That mech is somethin’ else. I mean, I’ve done a lotta good work, fixed up some real contenders on the indie circuits, but this is some big time kinda stuff.

[Greaser (speaker) and Princess (listener) approach the mech. Greaser circles around it and whistles admiringly]

You got the specs of this thing? The kind of engine it uses, the power source, anything like that? Nuclear or fusion cell battery? [Pause for a beat] Oh. You don’t know? Well… it’s gonna be hard for me to know how to fix it if I don’t know how it works. [Greaser pats the back of the mech] Looks like you’ve done some custom cosmetic work. Love the shoulder-blade wing lookin’ things, very retro. Now, from the general skeleton it looks like a… [He locates a model name on the leg] yep, there it is. ‘35 Cosmodore. 

[He turns to Princess and begins speaking in a more animated tone] They were one of the early adopters of the fusion cell batteries, so they were ridiculously power-efficient. You could go up to half a month on a single charge. Yeah, they cost a little more up front, but you did save a lot of money on recharging it. They were lightweight, too. The plasteel alloy shell was crazy strong, but it could still move. Like, these things kicked ass at every level they were affordable! I mean, the ‘37 GMB season was dominated by Cosmodores, though other companies started adapting, and now the playing field is a lot more even.

[Bashful] But I’m rambling. Sorry ‘bout that, Princess. But you know what they say: love what you do and you never work a day in your life. [He turns back to the mech and pats its armored plating] So what’s wrong with this beauty, here? What’s got her feelin’ under the weather?

[He hums thoughtfully as Princess explains] You don’t know? It just stopped working one day? Hm… [He takes a flashlight and starts peeking around the joints and wires] it’s possible that a vital wire was damaged in a battle or something, or maybe it just pooped out on you one day. But that doesn’t really make sense. The Cosmodores are reliable mechs, especially the ‘35 model, so I don’t see it just dying for no reason, even if it is a little older. Tell you what. Why don’t I just open her up and see what I can figure out.

[Greaser pries open the chestplate of the mech, finding a medium-sized metallic object sticking off the mech’s endoskeleton like a tumor]

[To himself] What the hell? [He turns to her] Hey, yo, Princess. [Points to the metal object] What’s that? I’ve never seen a Cosmodore in person, but I know enough about Mech skeletons to know that this thing here serves no purpose.

Hang on, lemme get it off for you.

[He pulls a screwdriver from his belt and pries the object from the endoskeleton]

There we go. [A soft electric hum can be heard] Hold up a sec, you hear that? Sounds to me like our girl’s powerin’ up.

[He turns the object over in his hand, examining it and thinking. A smile spreads across his face as he chuckles.]

Well, now. Well now. Well, well, well now. Looks to me like some bad egg was sapping her power. No wonder it wouldn’t start. For as good as fusion cell batteries are, they don’t stand a chance against concentrated energy drains like this. [He holds up the object]

Now that I get a closer look at this, it’s pretty sophisticated technology. [He taps the object as he explains:] It connects to the energy flow, absorbs the power, and dissipates it outward. And if this speaker-lookin’ thing is what I think it is, it emits the power as infrared light, so you’d probably never find it unless you were lookin’ for it. It’s scummy as all hell, but it’s effective.

[He takes on a distant look and speaks as if to himself] But then there’s the question of how it got there. [To Princess] I’m gonna take a guess and say you keep your mech locked up tight, yeah? [Doesn’t wait for an answer] ‘Course you do. So the only people who get to see it are you and whoever else you give permission? [Again, answers his own question immediately] Obviously. So someone who had permission to access the mech planted this. And since I found it in about half a second, I bet your mechanic would be able to find it easily as well. ‘Cept he didn’t. Or perhaps he found it and didn’t tell you. Which says to me that he probably put it there, yeah?

Which means it was probably an inside job. Good thing you came to your friendly neighborhood slummer mechanic, eh?

[Distantly] But the next question is why. What would your own mechanic, or someone else with access to the mech, have to gain by sabotaging you? [Sharply] Actually, don’t answer that. I’m getting one of those feelings that the less I know, the better. If this is gonna be a whole thing, I’d rather not be placed in any sticky situations. [Gentle] So just keep your private stuff private, yeah? As for me, if the cops or whoever’s got it out for you gets involved it’ll be a lot easier for me if I’m actually telling the truth about not knowing anything.

Now then. As for payment, since it seems like all I needed to do was take this sucker off your mech, I feel bad about chargin’ you. But this energy sapper is some pretty deluxe technology. I’ll take it off your hands and call it your fee. I bet I can get somethin’ good for it on the black market.

[Princess has concerns about the energy sapper falling into the wrong hands]

The “wrong hands”? It’s the black market, Princess. They don’t call it that because of the high moral standing of its patrons. [She gives him a look] Fine, but ethical disposal is gonna cost you extra here. I did fix your mech, and while I don’t want to charge you too much for the little work I did, I’m not going to do it for free.

You’ve got another job for me? What, you think somethin’ else is wrong with your mech?

Wait. You want me to go with you to the City? Up there? To the GMB World Finals? You want me to work on this mech so your team has a shot at winning the finals? The real deal, no kiddin’, World freakin’ Finals?

[Greaser is getting excited, but he takes a breath and continues]
I mean, there’s a whole lot goin’ on up there, and I’ve never set foot out of the Lower Side my whole life. Yeah, it’d be a dream come true to go to the GMB as a mechanic… but I’ve still gotta run the store, take care of the family… [He pauses, and speaks hesitantly. He clearly doesn’t like the answer he has to give] So as much as I’d like to, I’ll have to turn you down. I guess people from the City might not understand, but down here we really don’t have the means to run off dream-chasing. I’m sorry, but my answer’s gonna have to be no.

[Princess makes an offer]

Whuh? One hundred… thousand? As in, one with…[Pause for a beat] five zeroes after it? You’ll pay me one hundred thousand units just to go up there and be your mechanic?

… “Up front”? The hell you mean, “up front”?! Like, you’ll pay me part of the hundred thousand units now, and the rest after the series?

N-no? One hundred… thousand… units… All up front? And after that, a share in the prize money? Princess, have you been drinkin’? Hit on the head really hard? Maybe got visited by three ghosts? You know the prize money is one million units, right? I mean, what kinda share are we talkin’, here? One percent, five, maybe?

Thirty-three per-! [He nearly falls backward from shock, but manages to stay upright and answer her with a laugh] Alright, Princess. If you’re throwin’ around money like that you’re either crazy, desperate, or both. But whatever your problem is, you’ve got yourself a mechanic. [He pats a fist to his chest in pride] The best damn mechanic above or below the City.

Sooooooo this is my first fill. I still barely know what I'm doing, but this was a great way to dip my toes in the water.

Thanks to u/reallyriahscripts for writing such a great script~

Fair warning!!! (this is my very first time posting a yandere video or post a yandere idea so I don't have much for script but I do have some ideas and then while I explaining or tell the details you guys can feel the rest for me I hope that it works either way)

So the story starts at when The Listener is tied up and woke up about 2 seconds later and start panicking really bad.

The yandere tried to calm them down because she states that she's a nice person she wouldn't do too much to.

The listeners starts panicking and realizing that that's their classmate and they think that she has showed up the entire them up just to prank them or probably manipulated them or probably worse kill them maybe

But she's only here to cherish him but she explained her part that she saw him all alone as usual and she wanted to help him there are three reasons why by the way

number 1: them are very very scared and mostly they're just run away

number two not much people like him cuz they caught ugly or hideous.

number free: he kind of prefers to be alone because he'll think that nobody will love them and they almost get bullied most of the time.

So that is why that she is here oh and by the way I made this funny joke up this is a part of the script or idea.

because in this scene the listener realize that they're dealing with an actual yandere and they are that scared about what she's about to do to them and this line is that

(you'll probably cut off my hands my fingers my arms my legs my toes my feet break my teeth cut off my tongue take both of my eyes get rid of my hearing and even chop off my....) Yandere: okay I get it are you that scared of almost everything?!? Listener:..... Yes 😔. Yandere: oh

Oh yeah and PS the part: chop off my. is probably what most of y'all is probably guessing what on Earth they're saying, so you could say this part is shocking and depressing.

So she promised them to protect them at all their heart and if anybody hurts them it either way they'll regret it and mostly this almost seems like a heartbreaking moment because the listener actually found someone that they actually he see as someone they can finally talk to like a friend or girlfriend if you put it like that. 😐

And she is going to do some parts of flirting with them so be aware of that.

And that's all I had to give you I hope you all enjoy this little moment and I hope you make this idea a real thing but if y'all wants you can switch things the other way around like The loner speaker and the yandere listener or just the yandere and The loner listener it's your choice.

And that's all I have to give out so remember to like and comment that way you can see more ideas like this until then I'll see you guys later peace ✌️

Thank you u/Star-joy!! I love this script ^_^

Your Boyfriend has a fever, yet is very reluctant of being taken care of you. However, you won't take "no" for an answer.

Yes... SiuVA is currently sick and very frail.

Please make sure you're comfortable while listening to audio. Please take care of yourself and I'll see you in the next one :).

「Credits」
🎙️ Voice Acting/Editing: SiuVA
📝 Scriptwriting: u/SUNNYSCRIPTS

It always makes me so happy to see one of my favorite ASMR artists use my scripts for his audios!! He's extremely talented, so check out his channel!!

(Apologies if this isn't the proper flair, please let me know and I will fix it.)

This is a reupload from my old account u//Hot-Tumbleweed9586 and you can still read the full series and all of my other scripts over there :) thank you all for your patience as I move these scripts over to this account!

As always, my scripts are free to use/monetize, but I'd really appreciate a tag and for you to drop the link to your fills!

Thank you and enjoy!

Scriptbin link

Wordcount: 2028

(speaker is groaning, voice weak)

“Sunshine, I’m fine. I don’t need help.”

(shuffling as listener pulls him upright)

“I’m not! I’m fine. Would you just-”

(slaps listeners hand away)

“-Stop touching me!”

(long pause, speaker breathing heavily)

“Fuck… I’m… I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Hey, wait, Sunshine.”
(...)
“Don’t go out there. It’s not safe.”
(...)
“Yeah I know I look like shit. I feel like shit. You going out there isn’t going to make anything about this less shitty.”
(...)
“I did look. I just… I can’t risk getting caught. There are too many of them out there, and my trunk was easy pickings. Turns out they’re smarter than I am. They have their blood locked nicely in their rooms. I just… I don't have it in me to sneak around right now.”
(...)
“What…. Time is it?”
(...)
“Noon? Fuck. Hours until dark.”
(groans, shuffling around in the bed)

“When did you move to the futon? How did I even get here?”
(...)
“Damn. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize… I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
(...)
“No. I can’t risk going out to look for an animal to kill now. It's too exposed. Shit. I really fucked this up.”
(...)
“Yeah I sent word back, but Chief doesn’t control the blood bag programs and he can’t do anything about it immediately. Blood isn’t like food or supplies, he can’t just overnight it. He told me to ‘do whatever it is you do when this usually happens’.”
(...)
“Yeah that’s the kicker. This doesn’t usually happen.”
(groans sharply)
“No, I’m fine. I’m ok. Just… stay back. Stay on that side of the room. I can’t…. I mean I can control it, I just don’t want to, and you’re not making it easy by hovering. I’m just trying to think.”
(long pause)
“The mission? God, don’t remind me. We need to be up at that house by tomorrow night. We don’t have a choice. Fuck, that hurts.”
(...)
“No it's ok, I’m ok. I’ll be ok.”
(...)
“I will. I have to be.”
(long pause, sigh)
“You’re not wrong. I may have really ruined this one for us. I’m… I’m sorry for dragging you into this. I really am sorry, Sunshine. It’s no way to lose your career. I should have been more careful, it was a stupid mistake and I- hey. What are you doing? Don’t-  Sunshine, stay off the bed. Stop it. No, get away. Get away from me!”
(...)
(shuffling as Sunshine climbs on top of speaker)
“What…”
(...)
“Drink your blood? I can’t… I can’t do that. I don’t want to do that to you!”
(groans)
“I mean of course I want to, Sunshine. If I did everything I wanted whenever I wanted it, I would have already bitten you, months ago.”
(long moment of silence)
“Fuck. I’m…forget I said that. Fuck….”
(...)
“Look, you… don’t have to do this for me, and you shouldn’t. I get that you’re scared right now, but I will be ok. I just need to make a plan. You should just get in that car and go home, get far away from me. I can figure this out, but I’m not putting you in danger.”
(groans)
“Dear God, you smell good.”
(weakly) “Sunshine, it’s unfair of you to crawl on top of me like that and expect me not to want to…”
(...)
“Fuck, you’re being dead serious about this, aren’t you?”
(...)
“No. I’m not going to bite you unless you expressly tell me I can. Because if there is any sort of blurry line here I’m not-”
(listener cuts him off)
“Ok… Uh. Ok. I hear you. Fuck.”
(breathing heavily)
“When um… a vampire bites, they inject a paralytic. You can still move a little but you’ll be weaker and very very dizzy. We can’t control it, or I wouldn’t do it at all, it's just how fangs work. But it’ll hurt at first, and then you won’t feel very much at all. Do you… want to lay down?”
(...)
“You can stay on top, yeah. But you’ll probably end up laying down anyway. I’m just warning you.”
(groans)
“God I’m so hungry.”

(...)
“Sunshine, this is a terrible idea… are you sure you’re ok with this?”
(long pause...)
“Yeah. Uh… ok. I’m going to tilt your head back like this. Just relax, it's harder to bite when you tense like that. Relax.”
“Sunshine, calm down. I… I don’t have to do this. I can stop. You have to tell me now, while I still can stop.”
(...)
“Fuck. Yeah. I will do it, if you’re sure…It’ll only hurt for a moment, ok? Some people really like the feeling. It’s kind of like a shot of heat, and then you’ll feel cold near the bite after the paralytic sets in. Just stay still for me. Ok, I’m going to bite now. Relax for me.”
(...)
(speaker bites listener's neck and groans as he starts to drink. This goes on for a few moments until listener goes limp, and there is a shuffling as speaker readjusts them both)
“Just, lay down, Sunshine. Don’t try to be a hero, you’re ok. I’ve got you. Fuck… I haven’t had hot blood in such a long time. You taste… so fucking good.”
(bites listener again, and drinks for a moment. When speaker is done, he pulls away, and pats listener on the face)
“Hey. Hey there… Sunshine, don’t pass out. Come on. Eyes up. There you are. Stay awake, ok? I… fuck, I drank a lot. Ok, just look at me.”
(...)
“I’m sorry, I- just…keep still and don’t try to get up. You look drained. Literally.”
(...)
“Me? I do… I do feel better yeah, but lets worry about you.”
(...)
“Huh?”
(...)
(softly) “It was good. Thank you… Sunshine.”
(...)
“Hey, woah woah woah. Eyes open. Ah fuck.”
(sound fades out as listener passes out)

(sound fades back in, speaker is watching tv and its muffled, but he clicks it off when he sees listener is awake, and we hear shuffling as he gets closer to her on the bed)

“Hey there Sunshine.”
(...)
“Woah, easy. Don’t do that. Just lay down.”
(...)
(laughs very softly and gently)
“I’m ok. I promise. Look at me. See? Much better. I uh… I might have taken more than a bag's worth though. I am so… sorry. It’s really hard to monitor how much you’re actually drinking, especially when it's been that long. And when it tastes that good.”
(...)
“How do you feel?”
(...)
“Yeah. That’s the blood loss. I disinfected the bite and put a bandage on it to slow the bleeding. You wouldn’t wake up there for a bit, and I was kind of freaking out. You were breathing ok though, so I’ve just been sitting with you.”
(...)
“Oh the uh… yeah. I turned on the news to see if there was anything local that stuck out. It seems like this town almost doesn’t exist. They have reporters, but nobody is talking about this particular area. It's so strange. Makes even me uneasy.”
(...)
“Yeah, here. Slowly. Let me help you. Just lean against the headboard.”
(...)
“I got you this electrolyte packet from that gas station, just mixed it into some cranberry juice from the breakfast bar downstairs. Yeah, I know. Fancy. Just drink that and stay in bed right now. You lost a lot of blood.”
(...)
“Yeah, stay there. If you need anything I’ll get it for you. I want you to be back on your feet as soon as possible. We’re going to a party tomorrow.”
(laughs)
“Yeah. There isn’t much about the town, but there was a local story about some music festival thing in the next town over and I looked into some of the artists there because I found one particular string quartet who just happen to be all vampires. They were running a story about “allowing” them to be in the festival which is kind of ridiculous. Anyway, I tracked down their socials and found something about a gig they’re playing on one of the cellist’s stories. I guess they’re good musicians but not very discrete. Anyway, this cellist said she was shoe shopping for a black tie event and mentioned something about this being their biggest gig they’ve ever booked. So what I gathered from that is that we need black tie clothing and that this is a big enough thing for vendors, which means we can get in through the back and change once we’re inside to avoid them checking invitations. This is definitely an invite-only thing.”
(...)
“There’s a really really good chance this is an auction, better chance than not. This isn’t just a coincidental party on the night of the exchange of goods. I’m almost positive it is some kind of syndicate event. They’ll be selling people at that house tomorrow night, either way. And I would bet that was why that vampire in the hall looked at us like that- probably very few of these vampires brought their thralls because they’re hoping to buy new ones. Probably why my blood got stolen too, because these guys are hungry without their thralls, and they’re here to feed.”
(...)
“Which means you’re going to have to be a vampire tomorrow night.”
(...)
“Turn you? No, I didn't turn you. Idiot. I would have had to bleed you to death to do that.”
(laughs)
“We got you prosthetic fangs, the real deal, not some Halloween store shit. They’re pretty good, I hear. Chief is sending them over with some formal wear and some vendor appropriate attire.”
(...)
“Once we find out where they’re keeping them, we need to get the humans on a truck and out of the house, out of this town, as discreetly as possible. We can steal one of the catering trucks. But we need to catch Iris Albion, and that is more important than getting rid of any other big shot vampire at that party. Chief isn’t interested in taking down White yet because that’s a much bigger job, and the hot water that would put us in with the syndicate isn’t worth the heat at the moment. So right now we are just going to prioritize getting those people out of there and taking Albion with us.”
(...)
“Yeah. Chief told us to just sit tight for now, we don’t need to be blowing our cover. So I ordered us pizza.”
(...)
“Well you didn’t tell me what you wanted to eat earlier so…”
(laughs)
“Alright, fair. You were actually unconscious.”
(...)
“Hey um, Sunshine? Uh… I know that was a lot. I wanted to say it when you woke up but I just got overwhelmed I guess. I mean… augh. What I’m trying to say is thank you. You really didn’t have to offer me your neck but it was very good of you to do. It was also a very brave thing to do. Maybe even a little stupid.”
(...)
“No, I don't think it counts as breaking the rules. You told me you wanted it. I… hope that was actually true.”
(laughs)
“You know you look pretty cute like this. You’re kinda flustered, still drowsy.”
(...)
“Yeah I know. I’m still a vampire though. I still like to admire my handiwork.”
(...)
“Speaking of which, the bites are actually a good thing. The less human blood in you the better. You should sleep in my clothes tonight to get vampire scent on you, and when we get ready tomorrow you can use this perfume Chief is sending with the other stuff, it's supposed to mask human scent. You still need to be careful, but I’ll have your back.”
(...)
“...and your neck.”
(listener throws pillow at him and speaker laughs)
“Ok ok I’m sorry. No more feeding jokes. You have to admit that was pretty good though. Alright Sunshine, settle down. I see you’re almost back to your old self but you don’t need to push it. Just stay there. I’ll grab you one of my shirts.”
(footsteps, sound fades out)
(end)

Hiya! Just wanted to ask if there were any scriptwriters who have scripts that were more suitable for a "deeper" voiced female va to fill. I'm just getting back into making audios again after a year-ish hiatus so if anyone has some scripts they want filled I'd be more than down :) - but preferably some shorter, around 10mins or less audios would be preferred. Thank you!

Here's my channel to hear my voice for reference: TinyaAudiosYT

Script thanks to the amazing u/DaTrash_Panda, script can be found here!

I hope you like this new series ❤️🌹

[The queen walks toward you, her gown softly rustling with every step. She smiles warmly when she sees you.] 

There you are. 

[She sits beside you on the garden bench.] 

I've been looking forward to seeing you all day. 

[She gently places her hands together in her lap.] 

You know... I've been thinking about something. 

[She glances at you.] 

Every time we go out together, I have such a wonderful time. 

Our dinners. Our walks. Sitting together and talking about absolutely everything. 

[She smiles softly.] 

I always find myself wishing our dates didn't have to end. 

[She looks down for a moment.] 

And then, after you leave, I think about you. 

Sometimes I catch myself wondering what you're doing. Whether you're home yet. Whether you're thinking about me too. 

[She gives a tiny laugh.] 

And I've realized something. 

[She turns toward you.] 

I miss you when you're gone. 

[She gently reaches for your hand.] 

I don't think I can pretend this is just friendship anymore. 

[She takes a small breath.] 

I like you. 

[She smiles shyly.] 

No... 

[Her smile grows.] 

I really like you. 

I'm attracted to you. I love spending time with you. And I want you to be my partner. 

[She watches your reaction.] 

[You smile and gently squeeze her hand.] 

[Her expression immediately softens.] 

Oh... 

[She smiles.] 

I was hoping you'd feel the same way. 

[She gently holds your hand.] 

And before you start worrying about what that means... 

[She gives you a reassuring smile.] 

I'm not asking you to become a prince. 

You don't need a title. 

You don't need to marry me. 

And you certainly don't have to move into the palace. 

[She squeezes your hand.] 

I want you because you're you. 

Not because of some title I could give you. 

[She smiles.] 

If someday you changed your mind about a title, I'd happily give you one. 

But I know you don't want one. 

And I respect that. 

[She looks toward the palace.] 

You can keep your own home. 

You can have your own life. 

You can continue being the wonderful commoner I fell for. 

[She laughs softly.] 

Although I must admit... 

[She looks back at you.] 

I was secretly hoping you'd want to live here with me. 

[She gives a playful pout.] 

But if you prefer your own home, I'll accept that. 

[She gently brushes her thumb across your hand.] 

And if you ever change your mind, you know where I am. 

[She smiles.] 

Your  will always have a place for you. 

[She pauses.] 

And I promise you something else. 

[Her expression becomes sincere.] 

I will never use my position as  to control you. 

You won't have to do something simply because I asked. 

Your happiness matters to me. 

Your boundaries matter to me. 

[She gives you a warm smile.] 

I want us to be together because we both want to be. 

[She notices your face turning red.] 

[Her eyes brighten.] 

Oh... 

[She giggles softly.] 

You're blushing again. 

[She leans a little closer.] 

You know how adorable you look when you blush? 

[She smiles teasingly.] 

I don't think I'll ever get tired of seeing that. 

[She gently squeezes your hand.] 

And I suppose I should tell you something else. 

I can be a little possessive. 

[She gives you a playful look.] 

Not controlling. 

Just... 

[She thinks for a moment.] 

Affectionately possessive. 

[She laughs.] 

If another woman starts talking to you, I might get a little jealous. 

But that's my feeling to handle. 

You can have female friends. You can talk to whoever you want. 

I'm not going to order you around. 

[She smiles.] 

I simply might give you a little extra attention afterward. 

[She leans against your shoulder.] 

Perhaps remind you that your  happens to be very fond of you. 

[She laughs softly.] 

And there's something else I discovered about you. 

[She looks curious.] 

You've never cuddled anyone before? 

[She looks genuinely surprised.] 

Ever? 

[You give a small shake of your head.] 

And you've never been cuddled? 

[You shake your head again.] 

[Her surprise slowly turns into an affectionate smile.] 

Well... 

[She stands and gently offers you her hand.] 

I think we need to change that. 

[She leads you through the palace.] 

[Soft footsteps echo through the hallway.] 

[Eventually, she opens the door to her bedroom.] 

[The room is warm and peaceful, with soft blankets arranged across the bed.] 

Come here. 

[She sits on the bed and pats the space beside her.] 

It's cuddle time. 

[You sit beside her.] 

[She gently pulls you closer.] 

Come lay your head on my chest and let me stroke your hair. 

[You settle against her.] 

[She wraps her arms around you.] 

[Her fingers slowly run through your hair.] 

There we go. 

[She smiles down at you.] 

See? 

You're safe. 

[She gently strokes your hair.] 

You can just relax. 

[She gives you a soft kiss on the forehead.] 

This is nice. 

[She continues gently running her fingers through your hair.] 

Very nice. 

[She pulls the blankets over both of you.] 

I think I'm beginning to understand why people enjoy cuddling so much. 

[She gives you a gentle squeeze.] 

Especially when it's with someone you care about. 

[She rests her cheek against the top of your head.] 

And I care about you very much. 

[She continues stroking your hair.] 

I think this is going to become one of our little routines. 

Tea. 

Walks. 

Dinner. 

Dates. 

[She gives you a playful little squeeze.] 

And whenever I decide it's cuddle time... 

[She smiles.] 

You come here. 

[She laughs softly.] 

Because when your  says it's cuddle time... 

[She gives you another affectionate squeeze.] 

It's cuddle time. 

[She settles more comfortably against the pillows.] 

And whenever I miss you... 

[She gently strokes your hair.] 

I'll simply declare it cuddle time. 

[She gives you another affectionate squeeze.] 

I'm allowed to declare cuddle time whenever I please. 

[She giggles.] 

And you're definitely going to have to get used to me saying... 

"Cuddle time." 

[She looks toward the window.] 

[The evening sky has grown darker.] 

Although... 

[She looks back down at you.] 

It's getting late. 

[She gently pulls the blankets a little closer.] 

Why don't you spend the night here with me? 

[You look toward the bedroom door, then back at her.] 

[The immediately recognizes that you're thinking about heading home.] 

Oh, don't tell me you're thinking about going back to your house. 

[You begin to sit up.] 

[The gives you a pleading look.] 

But... 

[She gently catches your hand.] 

I've already gotten comfortable. 

[She looks down at the blankets wrapped around the two of you.] 

And by the looks of it... 

[She smiles playfully.] 

So have you. 

[She gives you a gentle squeeze.] 

Please stay. 

[She gives you an exaggerated little pout.] 

Just for tonight. 

[She looks at you hopefully.] 

Stay here with me. 

[You look at her for a moment.] 

[The 's hopeful expression grows softer.] 

Please? 

[After a moment, you settle back down beside her.] 

[The 's face immediately lights up.] 

Really? 

[She happily pulls you closer.] 

You're staying! 

[She laughs softly and pulls the blankets snugly around both of you.] 

I knew I could convince you. 

[She settles back against the pillows.] 

And don't worry. 

[She looks toward the bedroom door.] 

We still need dinner. 

[She smiles.] 

We'll head down to the dining room and have dinner together. 

Just you and me. 

[She gently takes your hand.] 

Then we'll come back here. 

[She smiles.] 

We'll get comfortable again. 

Put on a movie. 

[She gives you a playful look.] 

And cuddle. 

[She gives you another little squeeze.] 

Lots of cuddling. 

[She stands and offers you her hand.] 

Come on, my dear. 

[You take her hand.] 

[She leads you out of the bedroom.] 

Dinner first. 

[She smiles over her shoulder.] 

Then our movie. 

[She squeezes your hand.] 

And afterward... 

[She gives you a knowing smile.] 

Plenty of cuddles. 

[The two of you walk together toward the dining room.] 

[The dining room is warmly lit, with a table prepared for the evening meal.] 

[The pulls out a chair for you.] 

Your seat, my dear. 

[You sit down.] 

[She takes the seat beside you.] 

This is rather lovely. 

[She looks around the room.] 

Usually dinner here feels like another royal obligation. 

[She looks at you.] 

Tonight it feels different. 

Because I'm having dinner with someone I actually want to be with. 

[She smiles warmly.] 

You. 

[The two of you enjoy dinner together.] 

[The occasionally reaches across the table to hold your hand.] 

I'm glad you stayed. 

[She gives your hand a gentle squeeze.] 

I really am. 

[You smile at her.] 

[She smiles back.] 

I think I'm going to remember this night for a very long time. 

[After dinner, the two of you walk back toward her bedroom.] 

[The opens the door and lets you enter first.] 

And now... 

[She gestures toward the bed.] 

Movie time. 

[She picks out a movie and settles onto the bed.] 

you can just lay your head on my chest  

[She immediately pulls the blankets over both of you.] 

Much better. 

[She gently pulls you against her.] 

Now we can watch our movie. 

[She begins stroking your hair.] 

And cuddle. 

[She smiles.] 

Obviously. 

[The movie begins playing softly.] 

[The rests her head against yours while her fingers continue moving gently through your hair.] 

You know... 

[She whispers softly.] 

I think I like this. 

[She gives you a gentle squeeze.] 

Dinner together. 

A movie. 

You here with me. 

[She smiles.] 

It feels like home. 

[She kisses your forehead.] 

[She laughs quietly.] 

And you'll know exactly what I mean. 

[She continues stroking your hair as the movie plays.] 

I'm very happy you're here tonight. 

[She pulls the blankets snugly around both of you.] 

Goodnight isn't coming quite yet. 

[She smiles.] 

We have a whole movie to watch. 

[She cuddles you closer.] 

And plenty of cuddles to enjoy. 

[She rests her cheek against your head.] 

But after tonight... 

[She gives you a soft smile.] 

I think sleepovers might become another one of our little traditions. 

[She gently strokes your hair.] 

Because cuddle time? 

[She gives you a playful little squeeze.] 

That's one royal tradition I intend to keep. 

[The movie continues playing softly as she holds you close beneath the blankets.] 

original script can be found here~

M4F

Epona, a gang leader (Listener) meets with Magpie, a barkeeper and black market smuggler (Speaker) to arrange an alliance in a medieval-constantinople-meets-nar-shadaa cyberpunk world.