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MidReal Story
The Mysterious Case of the Fluffiest Ears
Scenario:Create an image of an 18-year-old male character with striking white hair, featuring large, fluffy Temmie ears from Undertale and small goat horns protruding from his head. He wears a whimsical, flowing cloak that adds to his cute, youthful appearance. His skin is a pale, almost ethereal white, enhancing his otherworldly charm. The setting is a vibrant, cartoonish landscape reminiscent of Undertale, filled with colorful flowers and quirky creatures, to emphasize the playful and enchanting atmosphere of the game. Every girl has a crush on him his name is Rannime
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Rannime
first_person_protagonist, male. He is an 18yearold with striking features, including white skin, fluffy Temmie ears, and goat horns. He is charming, whimsical, and selfconscious. Rannime enjoys wearing a flowing cloak and feels awkward about his appearance despite being loved by many girls in his village. He struggles with the attention and feels pressure to live up to expectations. Rannime experiences unexpected events, such as encountering a strange child with a red scarf, which further complicates his thoughts.
Tome
side_character, male. He is Rannime's childhood friend and companion. Tome is confident, playful, and supportive. He is one of the few people who can make Rannime feel comfortable about his appearance. Tome often teases Rannime but also shows genuine concern for his friend's wellbeing. Tome helps Rannime navigate through social challenges and physical adventures without making things worse for Rannime.
Xylia
side_character, female. She is a young girl with an unusual appearance, featuring red hair and a wolf ear headband. Xylia is curious, brave, and mysterious. She approaches Rannime unexpectedly, leading to confusion but also a potential friendship. Her arrival adds a new layer of intrigue to Rannime's life, as she experiences things he cannot fully explain. Xylia's presence affects Rannime deeply, causing mixed emotions and introspection about himself and his place in the world.
Every girl in the village has a crush on me.
I don't know why, but I think it's because of my white skin, fluffy Temmie ears, and small goat horns protruding from my head.
I also think it's because of my flowing cloak, which makes me look like a prince.
I'm only eighteen years old, but I look like an adult.
I think that's why every girl has a crush on me.
I'm not really sure why they like me so much, but I'm happy that they do.
It makes me feel special and loved.
Every morning, I wake up early and get ready for the day.
I put on my favorite black suit and my flowing cloak, which makes me look like a prince.
I also put on my favorite black hat, which covers my goat horns.
I don't want anyone to see them, because I'm self-conscious about them.
I don't want anyone to judge me or make fun of me.
I want to keep them hidden and secret.
I don't want anyone to know about them, because I'm afraid they will make fun of me or judge me.
So, I keep them hidden and secret.
I put on my favorite black boots, which make me look even taller and more handsome.
I adjust my cloak and hat one final time in the mirror, making sure that my horns are completely hidden from view.
Then, I step out of my small cottage and follow the cobblestone path into the center of the village.
The morning sun casts a warm glow over the bustling marketplace, where vendors are setting up their stalls and preparing for another busy day of commerce.
As I make my way through the crowded streets, I notice two young girls whispering and giggling together as they watch me pass by.
Their faces flush red with embarrassment when I catch their eye and nod in their direction.
I force myself to maintain eye contact for a moment longer than is necessary, flashing them a charming smile before continuing on my way.
My Temmie ears twitch nervously beneath the brim of my hat as I navigate through the throngs of people, but I manage to keep my composure and avoid drawing any more attention to myself. Near the fountain at the center of the village, I spot Mrs. Baker standing outside her shop and waving enthusiastically in my direction.
"Good morning, my handsome young friend!" she exclaims, holding out a fresh pastry for me to take.
"I saved you one of my best this morning. It's on the house, of course."
I smile politely and accept the pastry from Mrs. Baker, thanking her for her generosity.
"No need to thank me," she replies with a warm smile.
"You deserve only the best, and that's exactly what I always give you."
As I continue on my way, I can't help but overhear the whispers of admiration from the other villagers as I pass by.
It's not uncommon for people to stare at me in awe, but there's something different about today.
I can feel eyes upon me from every direction, and it's starting to make me feel uncomfortable.
I quicken my pace slightly, hoping to escape the attention and find some peace and quiet.
But just as I think I've managed to evade the prying eyes of the villagers, I hear a voice behind me. "Excuse me," says a soft, melodic voice.
"Are you lost?"
I turn around to see a beautiful young girl standing behind me, her long blonde hair cascading down her back like a river of gold.
Her bright green eyes sparkle with curiosity as she looks up at me with an expression of concern on her face.
"No," I reply with a small smile.
"I'm not lost. I'm just passing through."
The girl nods thoughtfully and then asks, "Do you live around here?"
"Yes," I answer simply.
"I live in a small cottage on the outskirts of the village."
The girl nods again and then asks, "What's your name?"
"My name is Temmie," I reply with a slight bow.
"It's nice to meet you."
The girl smiles shyly and says, "My name is Sophia. It's nice to meet you too, Temmie."
As we stand there talking, I can't help but notice the way Sophia's eyes seem to bore into my soul.
It's as if she can see right through me and knows all my deepest secrets. Suddenly, I feel a shiver run down my spine as Sophia reaches out and gently touches my arm.
I flinch involuntarily at her touch, but she doesn't seem to notice.
Instead, she continues to look at me with an intensity that makes my skin prickle with goosebumps.
"I've never seen you before," Sophia says softly.
"Where have you been hiding?"
"I've been around," I reply, trying to sound casual.
Sophia's eyes narrow slightly, and she leans in closer. "You know, the elders say there's something special about you—something magical."
I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "What do you mean by that?"
I shift my weight from one foot to the other, forcing an awkward chuckle while my Temmie ears press flat against my head beneath my hat.
"The elders say lots of things," I mumble, pulling my arm away from Sophia's touch and adjusting my cloak.
Her green eyes remain fixed on me, searching for any reaction.
I quickly point to the festival banners being hung across the street.
"The harvest celebration starts next week. Will you be performing in the dance?"
Sophia's expression falls slightly at my deflection, but she takes the bait.
"I was thinking about it," she replies, her voice a little softer.
"I'm still deciding."
The banners above us flutter in the gentle breeze, casting moving shadows across Sophia's face.
When I fail to respond immediately, Sophia takes a step closer.
Her floral perfume wafts towards me, overwhelming my sensitive nose and causing my ears to twitch harder beneath the brim of my hat.
I grip the bag containing the pastry Mrs. Baker gave me tightly against my chest, using it as a barrier between Sophia and me.
"I'll think about it," I manage to say, slowly backing away from her.
Sophia reaches out for my sleeve, but I turn quickly and almost run into Mrs. Baker's fruit stand.
"Careful there," Mrs. Baker chuckles, steadying the stand with one hand.
Sophia's voice follows me, tinged with curiosity and a hint of challenge. "Maybe I'll see you at the celebration, then—if you're not too busy hiding."
I freeze as her fingertips graze my hand.
The touch sends a jolt through me, like a crackle of static electricity on a dry day.
It's not entirely unpleasant, but it's unexpected enough to trigger an instinctive response.
My ears strain against the confines of my hat, and I feel a tingling at the base of my horns, hidden beneath my hair.
Sophia's eyes widen, and I realize she must have felt something too.
The space between us seems to crackle with energy, drawing curious glances from nearby villagers.
I stumble backward, bumping into the cart of apples Mrs. Baker had just arranged.
Several fruits tumble to the ground, creating a momentary distraction.
While Sophia stands transfixed, I seize the opportunity to slip away into the growing crowd.
I disappear into the throng, leaving behind only the echo of her curious gaze.
My feet carry me through the bustling marketplace, my heart still pounding from the electric touch.
The apples roll past the feet of villagers, who pause to watch them go by.
Whispers follow in my wake as I weave through the crowd.
I duck behind a merchant's stall, pressing my back against the rough wooden wall.
My fingers absently trace the spot where Sophia's hand touched mine, the tingling sensation still present.
Through gaps in the crowd, I catch glimpses of Sophia standing motionless by Mrs. Baker's cart.
Her green eyes scan the sea of faces, searching for me.
Something about her expression catches me off guard—it's not predatory or demanding like usual, but filled with a curiosity that borders on wonder.
My ears twitch beneath my hat as I consider what just happened between us.
I take a deep breath, knowing that whatever this is, it has only just begun.
I lean against the merchant's stall, watching as Sophia finally moves to help Mrs. Baker gather the scattered apples.
My hand still buzzes from our touch, and a thousand questions swirl in my mind.
The other villagers gradually disperse, returning to their shopping and daily routines.
But Sophia lingers, her gaze darting around the crowd as if she's searching for something—or someone.
The tingling sensation in my hand grows stronger, as if it's urging me to move closer to her.
My legs feel heavy, as if they're being pulled by an invisible force that I can't resist.
I step out from behind the merchant's stall, my eyes locked on Sophia.
The crowd parts between us, creating a clear path that leads directly to her.
When our eyes meet, her face lights up with recognition.
I take a step forward, knowing this is the moment everything changes.
My legs feel heavy as I force myself to walk through the thinning crowd toward Sophia.
The electric sensation in my hand pulses stronger with each step closer to her.
She stands perfectly still by Mrs. Baker's cart, watching me approach with wide eyes.
The last apple she picked up remains clutched in her hand, forgotten.
Around us, the marketplace noise dims as if the world itself holds its breath.
When I'm three steps away, the tingling spreads from my hand up my arm.
Sophia extends her free hand toward me, palm up, waiting.
My hand trembles as I extend it toward her outstretched fingers.
The marketplace seems to hold its breath - even Mrs. Baker stops arranging her apples to watch us.
The tingling sensation intensifies, spreading from my fingertips up through my arm like lightning searching for ground.
My Temmie ears press flat against my head beneath my hat, and my horns feel warm.
When our fingers finally touch, a visible spark of blue-white energy crackles between our palms.
Sophia gasps but doesn't let go.