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MidReal Story
Arminius
Scenario:Write a story with dialogue about Argyle. He is a vampire, known as evil. He never cared about human life until he met an 11-year-old boy named Lillian. He adpoted Lillian. Argyle would protect Lillian with his life. Lillian finds scary things adorable. Lillian draws Argyle a ton of pictures. Argyle will keep them all forever. Lillian wants Argyle to make him a vampire. Argyle is debating making him immortal so they can be together forever. Lillian always wears pastel too big sweaters and ripped jeans. Lillian is very cuddly and sleeps with Argyle when he sleeps over which is a lot of the time. Lillian is clingy, Argyle takes lillian to the park and other fun things like that.Argyle is a bit of a helicaptor parent always hovering around Lillian making sure he is safe he has about 8 bandaids on him at a time. Lillian was very entergtic they didn't go out yesterday so he had an insane amount unused engery.
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Argyle
He is a vampire with a reputation for being evil. He is protective,caring,and complex. Argyle's life changed when he met an 11yearold boy named Lillian. He instantly felt a deep connection with him,and it grew into a fatherson relationship. Adopting Lillian,Argyle dedicated his existence to protecting and caring for him. Despite his dangerous nature,Argyle prioritizes Lillian's happiness and wellbeing above all else,even considering embracing immortality for their future together.
Lillian
He is an young boy,likely around 6 or 7,adopted by Argyle. He is curious,adventurous,and affectionate. Lillian has a unique ability to make Argyle feel safe and happy. He brings joy and comfort to Argyle's life,which was previously empty and cold. Lillian's innocence and trust in Argyle are profound. He frequently clings to Argyle,asking for hugs and attention. His antics often leave Argyle amused and delighted,strengthening their bond.
I am known as being evil.
No one will disagree with that.
I don't care about human life.
I never did until I met an 13-year-old boy named Lillian.
He changed everything.
I didn't know how until I figured it out later.
Right now, I am holding a piece of paper in my hand.
It is a picture of me and the boy I adopted.
The boy who adores me and thinks I am not scary at all… unlike everyone else.
They find me terrifying, but not him.
He finds all scary things adorable, like spiders and snakes.
I have no idea how but I am glad he clings to me so much.
I love having him sleep next to me when he sleeps over which is a lot of the time.
He has adopted my habits and even dresses like me in pastel too big sweaters and ripped jeans.
I will admit, he looks adorable.
I keep every single drawing he makes for me and they are a ton.
I don't know how he draws so much but I will keep them all forever because they are precious to me.
I watch him dart through the castle corridors he is getting tall he is 5'2. He is getting big he is 13
I follow at a measured pace, counting the exposed bandages on his knees and elbows - seven visible, one hidden under his sleeve.
His shirt lifts a little showing freckled tummy
Following Lillian through the castle, I notice subtle changes in his movements.
The childlike bouncing is less pronounced, replaced by more deliberate steps.
His voice cracks mid-sentence as he excitedly tells me about his latest drawing, causing him to stop abruptly and clear his throat.
When he reaches for a book on a high shelf, his sweater sleeve slides up, revealing dark hair starting to grow on his forearm.
He quickly pulls the sleeve down, his face flushing red.
Following Lillian into our dimly lit library, I watch him scan the towering shelves with familiar enthusiasm.
The next morning, I notice Lillian shuffling into the kitchen, his face flushed and confused.
I step closer to him as he leans against the kitchen counter, his hands gripping the edge.
"Hey, Lil, what's wrong?" he asks me.
I sit down with him at the kitchen table and watch him fidget with his cereal spoon.
He keeps his eyes cast downward, avoiding my gaze.
I clear my throat and begin to explain about growing up, focusing on the changes he's experiencing.
As I speak, Lillian's face turns even redder, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
He interrupts me with a quiet question, "But why is my body changing?"
I take a deep breath and try to use simple terms to explain the birds and bees.
I watch Lillian's face closely, his eyes wide with surprise and curiosity.
He nods slowly, still gripping his cereal spoon tightly in his hand.
He looks up at me, a mix of understanding and uncertainty in his eyes, and whispers, "Okay, I think I get it now."
