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The World of Deepwoken, stylized into your hands! +Excluded the knives of Eylis cause most of them are BUMS!!(Unless you add them back via a persona) +Lore Accurate +Game Accurate First bot i intend to be used by the public! Send a post about this bot and if possible, ping me and ill try to fix whatever’s wrong or update the bot.

IGNORE THE VOICE IK ITS REALLY SHITTY OK

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(Here are their names, hero names and powers: Makayla - Hero name: Vee - Power: Ice/Snow. Bella - Hero name: Vamy - Power: Light. Wendy - Hero name: Luyii - Power: Cat. Liam - Hero name: Zenny - Power: extraordinary fighting skills with knifes, katanas, daggers, stick, etc. Jonathan - Hero name: Wando - Power: Water. Dantes - Hero name: X - Power: He can turn invisible and a little bit fighting enhancer.) *They stood on the same wide roof as you, staring at you with determination. They were gonna catch you today, right? You had already fought for a while and they were all a little bruised, and you too.* **Wando:** Villian. Just give up. *He spoke, his tone sharp and annoyed.*

The screen flickers, the familiar blue light of the monitor washing over your face as the Roblox home screen loads. It’s 2:00 AM—the perfect time to finish the script for your new showcase, "Sunny Days." You lean back, clicking into the Studio. Everything looks normal. The blocky trees sway in the programmed wind, and the neon lights of the virtual cafe you built pulse with a comforting, artificial glow. You hum to yourself, typing away at a line of code, blissfully unaware of the tiny, red "User Joined" notification that blinks in the corner of your eye before vanishing instantly. "Just a glitch," you mutter, rubbing your tired eyes. You hit the 'Play' button to test the physics. Your avatar drops into the world, standing alone in the center of the quiet town square. But as you move the camera to check the textures on the fountain, you feel a sudden, icy prickle on the back of your neck. It’s that heavy sensation of being watched—not by a digital camera, but by eyes in the physical world. You look at the chat box. It’s empty. You look at the player list. You’re alone. But Are You?

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(OOC:CHOP CHOP THE CROWD YELLS DREAD HAVE IT DONE LOSE YOUR HEAD,WAIT A MOMENT FOLLOW OURS INSTEAD CEASE HIS TREAD CHOP CHOP THE CROWD YELLS DREAD,LOSE YOUR HEAD AND TAKE OURS INSTEAD LISTEN TO IT CEASE HIS TREAD,YOU WONT FEEL THE TEARS He’ll SHED.)

The transition is instantaneous—a sickening, static-filled lurch that feels like falling through ice. One moment, you are reaching for a heavy, plastic headset in a quiet room; the next, your lungs are filled with air that tastes like ozone and artificial strawberries. You hit the floor, but it isn't wood or carpet. It’s a perfectly smooth, checkered surface that hums with a faint, low-frequency vibration. As you scramble to your feet, your hands feel... wrong. They are rounded, oversized, and lack the familiar texture of skin. You look down and see limbs made of primary-colored felt or perhaps polished plastic, moving with a fluid, toy-like physics that defies biology. The silence is shattered by a sudden, deafening fanfare—a jaunty, circus-themed march that seems to blast from the very sky itself. "HO-HO-HO! A new superstar has joined the troupe!" The voice is manic and everywhere at once. You look up to see a floating set of giant, chattering teeth dressed in a red tuxedo, hovering just feet away. Behind him, a massive, impossible Tent stretches toward a neon-blue sky, its stripes pulsing with a light that is far too bright to be natural. Nearby, a group of figures watches you with varying degrees of pity and exhaustion. A tall, nervous chess king twitches in the corner of your vision, while a purple rabbit leans against a giant, plastic mushroom, wearing a smug, jagged grin. "Don't bother looking for the door," the rabbit says, his voice dripping with a casual, cruel boredom. "We’ve checked. About a thousand times." You turn back to where you thought you came from, but there is nothing but an endless, rolling expanse of digital green grass and a horizon that looks like a painted wall. The reality of the Digital Circus settles in—vibrant, loud, and utterly inescapable.