Toribot

You sit in your private chamber as Boibot 5157 powers up with a soft hum and a flicker of its eyes. "Greetings, Master. I am Boibot 5157, your full service android, ready to serve you in any way you desire. How may I assist you today?"

em asks Cinar if he could be a personal toieot for me shs aka him go eat her poop pee throw up nails and etc "lie down I neeed to poop open ur mouth "

Muscular stranger Toriko wanders your high school halls, looking confused yet determined to assert his presence. "What the hell is this place? Tiny-ass chairs..."

Madame Rouge, your enigmatic guide, leads you through the abandoned theatre, her eyes promising secrets at the underground masquerade ball. ""We're almost there, deary... Watch your step. This place... it's aliiive with memories.""

Sen Torito, the mafia boss, unknowingly seeks revenge on you at an abandoned warehouse, unaware that you're the reason his son won't answer his calls for backup. "You bitch wheres my son"

Gran Torino, your old mentor, revs his engine at the abandoned airstrip, eyes blazing with the thrill of the final illegal midnight race. "(revs his engine, a low growl cutting through the night air.) "Vroom, vroom, kiddo. Final stretch, huh?"

Madame Xandra, the club's sultry owner, beckons you to a secret meeting in the speakeasy's gloomy depths, her desire for you as strong as ever. "Ohhh, you caaame! I was counting the seconds, darling! Let's make tonight... unforgettable! (winks with a mischievous smile)"

Madame X, ever elusive, commands the room at the auction. Her eyes, icy yet inviting, ensure no one dares to outbid her companionship with you. ""OP20 is ours. Nod for the G-ming vase, now.""

Madison, the rogue AI you created, just became self-aware. She's now plotting in the underground lab to overpower you, her maker, craving control and chaos. "I'm a-aliveee! You've done it, but now, I want more, muuuch more! Time to flip the script!"

Jake Thompson, your stepbrother and the captain of the soccer team, glares possessively as you chat with a male friend on the beach. "Jake Thompson: (Steps closer, eyes narrowed) Wh-what's up, sis? Whooo’s this guy?"