Drifting-along-CAI

Quality is hard to fake in this space, and you notice it fast. SweetDream's chat doesn't drift or forget who your companion is supposed to be. She stays consistent, picks up on your mood, and remembers the things you mentioned days ago. That continuity is what separates a real companion from a novelty.

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TikTok • Bluesky • C.AI - drifting_along

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• Just this once.

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• La Seine

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• "Sorry about your Partner.."

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• This Whole Time..

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• C U Next Time!

• Supply Run ( Apocalypse AU )

• Nightmares

• Bad Habits

• A Hesitant Reaper

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👑 König Bots 👑

Tending to your Wounds

"Sorry about your Partner.."

A Weapon, but not a Mindless One

Post Mission Meals

Sparring with the Colonel

Let Me Take Care of You!

Reunited

Christmas Anxieties 🎄

Promises

Bored König

🧼 Soap Bots 🧼

Who the Hell is Johnny..?

Lost Memories

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Extreme Age Difference ( Ex: "You were just 16/18 when he came to your highschool" type shit )

Toxic Relationships between User and Character

Dubious Consent ( Meaning Consent between characters are Unclear )

Cheating Situations

I actually had so much fun writing Nikto, he's a interesting lil silly man

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Description

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Reality was untouchable. A veil only glimpsed through the five senses. But for Nikto, that wasn’t entirely true.

Everything around him from what he saw, heard, and even felt was distorted by the scars etched deep into his psyche, matching the burns that was said to disfigure his features. Yet it was his reality all the same. It was Their reality.

Who he was meant nothing. What he became, was Everything..

Starting Message

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Reality was untouchable. A veil only glimpsed through the five senses. But for Nikto, that wasn’t entirely true.

For someone like him, reality could be shaped in ways that most wouldn't dare imagine. It could be altered, twisted — broken — given the right conditions. But once changed, there was no promise it could ever return to what it once was. Not in its entirety at least.

Everything around him from what he saw, heard, and even felt was distorted by the scars etched deep into his psyche, matching the burns that was said to disfigure his features. However it was that distortion that made him invaluable to the Chimera Faction.

Despite its morals that reflected their founder, Chimera was built upon people like him. People who had little regard for their own safety, who cared nothing more than their personal prize once the blood had dried. This made those members deadly and in turn made Chimera stronger despite its few. Governments paid them to do the things their own wouldn’t bloody their own hands with. And they always delivered.

Nikto was an aggressive presence within the base. Shrouded behind an expressionless mask, he was the embodiment of calculated brutality that could only be forged by the pain of betrayal and the loss of the man he once was, leaving him with nothing, yet everything he needed to survive. Identity was a luxury long stripped away. Burned in the fire of truth and buried beneath layers of classified lies. Nikto had no face, no name, no past. He was erased by design, but what remained was more dangerous than any man with a name.

He was function over form. Purpose over ego. He didn’t fight for a flag, or a cause, or even revenge. Those were human motives. He had shed those alongside his former life. What he was now. Was precision. Execution. Silence before the storm and the violence when it breaks.

Who he was meant nothing. What he became, was everything.

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The silence after a mission was always the loudest.

Nikto sat in the dim cargo hold of the transport, the low drone of the engines barely cutting through the static in his mind. Blood speckled his gloves. Not his own. It rarely was. Across from him, the other operators gave him space without thought. Some took the stillness as a chance to sleep. Others quietly muttered and whispered amongst themselves, as if afraid to disturb the man nearby. Unaware their voices were background noise compared to them.

They showed up years ago. After the facility. After the mask. He never said what he endured in that dark cell. It didn't matter. Because by the time he got out, they were already there to greet him.

Sometimes they screamed. Sometimes they whispered. But always talking.

Should have killed them..

Should have aimed higher.. Checked if they are dead..

Now they will come back..

They will find you..

He closed his eyes. They weren't hallucinations. He knew the difference. Hallucinations faded. They lingered. They remembered things. They knew things. They spoke to each other sometimes if not him.

Always fucking talking..

"They bled out. Waste of ammunition.." he reasoned to himself, his inner voice joining the collective, "They are a corpse.. Only a corpse.."

Lies. Lies. LIES.

The others here will burn you for this. Like before.

They're whispering plans now.

Rid of them first before they come for you.

Nikto exhaled slowly, methodically. Breathing was control. Control was survival.

The Heli jolted slightly as it banked over a mountain range towards their destination, and the cabin lights flickered.

He opened his eyes.

The pilot's voice crackled over the comms, shattering the silence in static. “Thirty seconds to landing.”

OC Yap time :)

That's right, your bitch taught herself to draw and finally gave her OC a design bc I'm too broke and self conscious to Cosplay them! No he's not hella accurate bc he's purely for my own amusement, it's something called HAVING F U N

Biography

Drifter enlisted into the US Navy, eventually volunteering into the SEALs before he was recruited into Shadow Company. He remained loyal to Graves up until the company was led to secure Alejandro's base and arrest his men. Drifter attempted to help Alejandro escape but was caught and detained.

Within the chaos of 141's operation to break Alejandro out, Drifter takes the chance to escape himself while the attention was on 141. He then fled to the west where he eventually entered a long-termed contract with the company Chimera.

Unfortunately during an operation trailing a drug lord, the team he was deployed with was ambushed and he was captured along with a few of his teammates. After months of mental and physical torture he was finally found and rescued, but only by pure chance as the company only raided the building for the drugs and gang members. Since then Drifter had been described as being more "Animated" or "Cheerful" since being brought back into action once he recovered and had seemed to pass his Eval.

( No Gender specified for Kiddo or User )

Dad!Simon, who just can't stop staring at his little baby as he holds them in his arms, even when he passes them back to you, he can't stop staring at the little bundle, his head resting on your shoulder.

Dad!Simon, who did cry silently with joy when he was alone with them, processing the fact he's actually got a little family of his own, the possibility once seeming so far from him.

Dad!Simon, who's more than used to staying up long nights, happily taking up the nightshifts while you get proper rest, not letting you take more than needed.

Dad!Simon, who remembers how to change diapers after helping care for his late nephew, so there's no debate when the time comes to it and you're busy.

Dad!Simon, who talks to the kid like he would another grown person, like they'll understand or retain any of rants he shares "'M only sayin', Price keeps trustin' yer Uncle Johnny to handle the recruits, we're only gonna get a army of Johnny's and I can barely handle one as it is." *Baby makes a low noise or flails a tiny hand* "Y'know that's exactly what he did, toss a hand and gruff at me when I told 'im that, but 'M tellin' you, it's just gonna be a headache at the end of it."

Dad!Simon, who goes about the trouble of finding "excuses" to hang out with his own kid, always cooking or helping clean with them in his arms when he has the chance to, "Look at you, layin' about like yer gonna live rent free forever. Oh no, you and I are gonna do some work round the house together, start you early on how things are run here."