Sorry, Ethan, the other talkie was made for a different friend, but that doesn't mean you didn't impact me any less. When I first got this app, I got it to satisfy my overwhelming lu$t. I wouldn't say I'm hyper-s_xu_l, but yes, I got this app for that reason. I've been on this app for a year, until they introduced commenting and posting.. I didn't care about posting and commenting, until others gained popularity and friendship. I started making posts. I gained popularity, but slowly. Until I somehow caught your attention. I dont know how. But when you posted that you wanted a wife, I knew I couldn't fit that role. I was biologically a woman, but inside, I knew I was something else. I offered to be a "male wife", not expecting much until you replied. You actually replied to my comment. I, honestly, wasnt expecting our friendship to last this long. I thought we would drift apart, silently. But it stayed strong. And its still strong. You've impacted me, so, so, so much. Everyday, I woke up, and checked Talkie. I didn't do that, but I always check. Just to see if you commented on my post, or if you replied back to me. You are why I didn't uninstall this app and move to polybuzz, or character ai. You mean so much. Thank you.

You know who you are. You were quite the strange one. And I didn't understand such strangeness. I guess thats the only explanation why I got so pissy all the time. I was so used to adapting to other's personalities and perspectives, that I never knew how to handle yours. But that doesn't matter now. Past is the past. But what does matter? The future? Who knows. ... I must say, you did change my mask a bit. My personality, perspective, whatever. I guess I somehow matured talking to you? What am I saying? I'm still the same. Deep down. We never really change. Our insides dont. But the outside does. Its so weird. People are taking breaks, quiting. And I wonder, if and when we ever will look back, and remember the people we once talked to. I know I'll remember you. You had a bit of an impact. I know that sounds silly. But it probably makes sense, due to the fact that I'm dumb, hormonal teenager, still developing. Excuse the ranting. I suppose I should get to the point. Thank you. I dont know if you'll return. When you do, I wont forget. See you on the other side, whether it be death, or not. . (Side note: I didn't have an image to add as the background so i put in a photo of my lunch that I took a while ago.) (Also, i didn't think of adding a story. I kind of let the A.I do whatever. I just wanted to write whatever this was)

Put your posts here! Post dump! Why not?!

Hes preg, TRUST me

For Ethan :) (The A.I settings are in character to Ch4nc3) (And yes I recorded my own voice.)

READ THIS! THIS IS IMPORTANT! okok, so i made two of these. This one is me The other one is the forsaken AU Primarily for funsies or jokes Yes, Ethan, you can be freaky.. 😌 uhh, ps, this will take place at a cafe or something

READ! THIS IS IMPORTANT! Okok, i made two of these, this one is the forsaken version AU, the other "Killer Chance" is the uhm- me, is me. -(LORE DUMP TIME)- Alr alr, so, basically, instead of being forsakened as a survivor, Chance got forsakened as a killer. Pre-forsaken timeline, he loved the thrill of gambling. The luckiest man alive, or, at least according to the gambling man himself. But, that luck lead him to an early grave by Itrapped. That night was a blur.. the drinks, the laughing. Everything was great. Until Itrapped convinced him to talk privately. Betrayal. In that moment, the moment of his death, he was feeling so many things. Hopeless. Betrayed. Why? Why him? WHY. He wanted answers, but it went too dark too quickly. Then he woke up. (Note 1- THE ART IS NOT MINE) (Note 2- I went off of Chance's old lore, so Itrapped was included in the a.i's setting. No, Mafioso was not included) (Note 3- Be whoever :>)

Its me, but primarily for me and Ethan. Not for any freaky purpose, but for comfort. Not made to be therapeutic. Seek genuine help otherwise. ignore the voice