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[script offer] [m4f] ft. [m cameo] You’re Mine [fantasy] [sfx heavy] [dnd] [rough] [jealousy] [possessive] kinda [idiots to lovers] [spanking] [teasing] [fingering] [edging] a bit [mean]:( [big cock mention] [bent over the table] [missionary] [forced eye contact] [playful ending]

It’s pay what you want. But please tag me in the script fill.

https://pastes.psstaudio.com/post/acf3ee8156c1493bb07fa97cec39012b [Script Offer] [F4M] Living With A Nympho Yandere Girlfriend [Rape] [Fdom] [Yandere] [Kisses] [Blowjob] [Edging] [Cowgirl] [Needy Moans] [Creampie] [Milking You Dry] [Cockwarming] [You're Mine] so many [Good Boy] mentions [Impreg] [Breeding] [Aftercare] [Sweet On A Crazy Level] [1 Year Anniversary]

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Synopsis:

A yandere has some appeal from a distance but living with one is a harsh reality no one is truly ready for. You've fallen head over heels for your dream girl and just a few weeks into the relationship you realized how draining a nymphomaniac yandere girlfriend can be, most times literally. You come back home later than usual and she greets you with a smile like she always does. It disappears as she finds out you've been talking to a female colleague after work. Your daily milking now comes with a punishment: one orgasm for each minute you spent talking to your colleague. How much rest will you get tonight?

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Notes for artists:

This is a rewrite of my very first script (https://pastes.psstaudio.com/post/512e0043a28d44869ac601f37493c58a) to celebrate my first year as a script writer.

You will play the character of a very bubbly but controlling yandere. She is set straight on milking her boyfriend so he doesn't think of other girls and she does so happily every single day. There are little details forming her backstory and how they met, which hints at the prequel. This is perfect as a stand-alone, however.

The last tag [1 Year Anniversary] should be removed. 

Please contact me before using my work for non-Reddit purposes (i.e., Patreon, Youtube, Pornhub). For Reddit, please tag u/livejoker in the comments or DM me. You have freedom to adjust my script as needed, but credit must be given to "livejoker". This script is for adults only.

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Script Stats:

With all [actions] included, this script has 2,422 words. 

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Script:

[start]

[optional: door open sound FX]

[bubbly tone]

Baby, you're back! I -

[kiss]

Missed...

[kiss]

You...

[kiss]

So...

[kiss]

Much!

[quick kisses, giggle]

I'm sorry! You're gone for most of the day, it's just too long for me. You're twelve minutes late. What happened, sweetie?

Traffic? But I watched the news and I didn't see anything out of the ordinary.

Babe..? Why are you lying to me?

I'm not asking, I know you are. I checked the app on my phone; the one that shows your location and you spent twelve minutes at work after your usual clock out time. Now, it only takes you thirty minutes on average to drive from work to here and you always text me whenever your boss keeps you for overtime yet you didn't. Why are you giving me this traffic excuse?

Hand me your phone.

Are you saying "no" to me?

Good boy.

[pensive noises, few seconds]

...Who is this?

This text that I found. Who is she?

A colleague? And why did she text you asking if you're free tomorrow?

[getting angry tone]

We talked about this. I don't want you to talk to ANY other girl.

But you did talk to her! How else would she have gotten your number? Do I need to remind you what to say when a girl talks to you?

Do I need to remind you what to say when a girl talks to you?

Do you need a reminder on what to say when a girl talks to you?

I think I do. You say: "I'm not allowed to have a conversation without my girlfriend's permission." You clearly don't know what's good for you. Luckily, I do - that's why you trust me to make all the tough decisions. In fact, I'll fix this problem right now.

[optional: phone "beep" sound FX]

I just blocked that bimbo slut. Don't ever talk to her again, got it?

[kiss, calm down tone]

You're such a good boy when you stay out of trouble. This little tantrum you just gave me earned you a punishment on top of your daily milking.

Ah, ah, ah~! Not another peep from you.  Don't tell me you're "not in the mood". You really are testing me today, aren't you?

I assure you that I'm not mad, okay? I'm just disappointed that after all this time we'd be over this "being in the mood" thing. Things go so well between us when you listen to me. Here, take my hand. Let's go to the bedroom.

See? I even put on some new sheets. Get undressed for me, sweetie.

[optional: fabric sound FX]

[approval noises, "mmh"]

I love watching you undress. That body is perfect for me. I could snuggle up to you and rest my head on that chest for hours, hearing your heart beat for me. Now, lay on the bed and spread your legs, baby.

[optional: bed sound FX]

Kneeling between your thighs always makes me happy. I get to see this wonderful cock - my cock. No one will ever touch this cock except me.

[slow sniffing]

I just adore your musk. It's such a masculine smell. My brain gets this... euphoric sensation whenever I get my nose up close and -

[quick sniffs, shaky exhale]

F-fuuuuck~. I need to show this cock how much I love it.

[kisses, then start blowjob with moans]

I love hearing you groan. I know exactly what you like: my mouth washing this gorgeous cock, my tongue flickering up any pre-cum that oozes out the tip as one of my hands fondles and squeezes your balls. I love to use my free hand to rake my nails across your stomach and thighs. It makes you shiver so nicely.

[resume blowjob]

[optional: spit sounds, stroke for a few seconds]

Ha~! There. All wet and slippery. Stay hard for me, okay, baby? I'll just slip my jeans and shirt off.

[optional: fabric sound FX]

Look at how wet my panties have gotten. How hard my nipples are poking through my bra. I don't even know why I bother wearing these since they always come off at some point.

[optional: fabric sound FX, then bed sound FX]

Let me lie down beside you.

[happy sigh]

Our bodies sharing their warmth. My leg straddling yours, my pussy juices covering your thigh... mmh... I can't help but rub myself against you. My heart flutters each time I'm this close - cuddling the person I love the most in the world.

[gentle kisses]

I love having my face so close to yours. I can nuzzle my nose into your neck or bring my mouth next to your ear and whisper...

[whisper]

I'll stroke your cock while I tell you exactly what turns me on.

[optional: wet handjob sound FX]

Your smell. When you're at work I can't help but grab one of your shirts from the laundry and sniff it. It makes me so needy, making me wet while I wait for you to get home. When you do it takes so much willpower to not jump you the moment you walk in. I'd tear your clothes off and ride your cock until we're both covered in sweat.

I make sure to do the groceries and all the other little errands while you're at work so that you can stay with me for the whole weekend. Wear that thin sundress; the one that stops right below my butt. No bra. No panty. It's loose, too, so you know I have nothing else underneath. Sit on your lap while you're trying to watch something as I rock my hips to get you hard. Or when you're gaming with your friends while I slurp on your cock, trying your best not to moan out. Do you think they know that I'm there the whole time? My tongue lapping up all that cum for hours?

[soft giggle]

I love talking like this to you. It always gets a reaction. Your cock is painfully hard... This is what you should be doing: listening to every single word I say.

[tender kisses between each "rule" below]

A good boy should always listen to his girlfriend.

A good boy should always let his girlfriend know where he is... and who he's with.

A good boy shouldn't lie to his girlfriend, not even once.

A good boy shouldn't try to get out of his daily milking, it's what's best for him.

Finally, a good boy should be thankful he has such a loving girlfriend care for him. Say, "thank you", baby.

Louder or I'll squeeze those balls!

[approval moan]

You make me so happy by following my demands. I just wish I didn't have to repeat myself so often. No matter how long it takes, be it a few weeks, a few months or even a few years... you'll learn. I'll make sure you learn.

[kiss, needy tone]

You're doing such a good job. Are you close, baby? You've been twitching for a bit, now.

Be a good boy and get ready to cum for me, okay?

[breathy moans in ear]

You want to be my good boy? You want to cum and release all that pent-up stress? All this dirty talk got you sexually frustrated, didn't it? I bet all you're thinking about is cumming. You want to cum so badly. Your balls are aching. Your cock is twitching. A good boy would be allowed to cum. He would be on the very edge, just a breath away from release.

[stern tone, stop any sound FX if present]

Too bad you're not a good boy. You've broken the rules and this is your punishment. I'm not letting you cum just yet.

[disappointed sigh]

Where's the ballgag... Ah, here it is. Open your mouth, sweetie~!

[optional: slap sound FX]

You're seriously pushing your luck! You better open up or I'll punish you for a whole month.

[optional: fitting ballgag sound FX]

The only sounds I want to hear is your whimpering as I ride you.

[giggle]

Your cock is just begging to plunge into my tight, little pussy and controlling you like this has made me even more needy. Now stop - nggh - struggling! Let me get on top of you...

[grunt]

Unless you want another slap I suggest you stop moving!

There, good boy. I really hate getting physical but you give me no choice sometimes. I'll just rub my pussy against your cock for a bit.

[slow shaky breathing]

It takes so much restraint for a... ha~... a nympho like me to not fuck you senseless each and every night. You kept saying how tired it made you feel to - nggh - cum multiple times a day. Good thing I have some toys to s-sate my needs. But tonight I'm... ha~! I'm gonna ride this cock until the bed is soaked with our juices~!

[shaky moans]

I-I need your cock inside me so bad! Let me reach between my legs a-and slide it in...

[gasp, long moan, then moans throughout speech]

[optional: slow riding sound FX]

Twelve. Minutes. I was going to prepare your favorite meal, help you shower and massage your shoulders from a hard day of work. Then, I'd tuck you into bed and milk you to sleep like I do every night. You just had to talk to that skank! You shouldn't trust her.

Because she doesn't care about you like I do! Remember when my parents first met you? They weren't sure if you were the right one, especially my dad. I'm Daddy's Little Princess, after all. He wanted the man I brought home to be the right one and I reassured him that you were. You're perfect for me, baby! You're my whole world. Don't you see how much I love you? I gave up so many things just so I could be your perfect girlfriend here in this cabin. Far away from other people. Far away from other s-skanks!

I'm so glad my parents gave us their guest cabin as a gift. Out on the edge of their property, the woods in our backyard where my dad used to hunt. I always wanted to come back home but with my... ha~... sexual appetite I needed my own place. Once they see your car go down their driveway and towards the cabin at the far end they know I'm going to drain your balls. Tonight isn't about you, though. I don't care how sore you'll feel in the morning!

[optional: faster riding sound FX]

[rising moans, start reaching orgasm]

I-I'm getting so fucking close~! I won't cum unless you d-do, that's tonight's rule. H-how many minutes late were you?

That's r-right! Twelve m-minutes. We'll come together t-twelve... times~!

Uh huh, you will, baby, and you'll only cum in my needy, little pussy! Aren't you happy that you broke the rules? You'll learn now, won't you?

G-good boy~! Such a good boy!

[moans closer to orgasm]

I want you to breed me so fucking bad~! Your child growing inside me as my breasts become full with milk. You'd suckle on them as my pussy would squeeze your cock for every drop of cum you have. We'd have such a big family! Too bad my dad would kick us out if you got me pregnant. I p-promised him I'd stay on the pill b-but once we can find our own place I'll sleep with your cock buried inside my fertile pussy, k-keeping my womb full of your seed. I'd have my arm wrapped around yours as we'd walk in public. The other girls would see that you bred me. We'd get married! Oh God~! I want to be your pregnant wife so bad!

F-fuuuuck~! Just talking about it is making my mind go blank! Babe, I'm -

[shivering moans]

I'm gonna cum... I need you to fill me up... B-but remember: only when I tell you. I'll count down f-from ten a-and when I reach one I want you... t-to cum!

T-ten~!

The day I moved in next to you I imagined us fucking like animals!

Nine!

That camping trip was the perfect opportunity to make you mine!

Eight!

A-and ever since I made sure your balls were empty!

S-seven!

It keeps you docile and submissive, mine to keep!

S...Six~!

T-too bad I can't tire you out every night b-but if I could, baby, you know I would!

Ha~... four!

My pussy is molded for your cock, we're perfect for each other!

Three!

You don't need anyone else, just me!

T-two...!

Let's leave this place so we can raise a family together!

One! 

Cum inside me! Imagine you're finally breeding me~! Becoming a father! I love you so much! That's it, baby!

[rapid kisses while moaning/cumming - he's still gagged so no mouth smooching]

[optional: slow down riding to a stop sound FX]

[shaky breath for 20 seconds, gentle tone]

Shhh... Shhh... Shhhh, it's okay. I'm here, sweetie, it's over. Your heart is beating so fast. Let me remove your ballgag.

[optional: remove ballgag sound FX]

[gentle kisses]

You did so well. You've been a very good boy for holding out the full ten seconds.

It wasn't easy, I know, but you did it. Breathe with me, it'll calm you down.

In.

[inhale]

And out...

[exhale, do as many times you wish - preferably four total]

Let's rest for a while. Mmmh... this was so intense for you.

[kiss]

I think the countdown helped. I definitely feel much better after that.

Nuh uh, I haven't forgotten about your punishment. I'm still upset at you for breaking the rules. You remember when we made them together?

Yeah, it was at your apartment. I moved in with you shortly after admitting I was a nympho. I know my needs are far greater than yours. I was draining you in more than one way.

[giggle]

But you took the milking rule well. Just a milking a day so you wouldn't think of other girls. Then you just had to give a ride to a colleague. I had to add another rule about talking to girls after that. You don't need any other girl, you just need me.

[slow kisses]

I'll go make dinner in a bit so we can get more energy for the... eleven other orgasms.

I promise you'll enjoy it. I'll try to be gentle, even though it's a punishment. I'll take such good care of your cock. For now just relax with me. I'm not going anywhere... I'll always be with you.

[optional: soft breathing/kisses for as long as you wish, preferably 20+ seconds][end]

Storyline- Nekos have always had it rough; some can be pets and servants to owners who love them…more or less… while the rest can be the hottest item on the black market. Organ trafficking rings seem to have found another use for some unfortunate nekos. HPO or “Hybrid Protection Organization” have been trying to track down and end one of these rings for months, and they finally get their chance after a tip-off leads them to the trafficking ring's front door. As they manage to bust in, they are met with a lot of death and a lot of nekos who desperately need help; one of the Officers comes across an injured neko, refusing to leave the side of their friend.

Rules:

[ Not a rule, but I apologize in advance for any spelling mistakes you may find ]  

-Give credit to me, please, and thank you (Mystic Grove Audio)

-This script is free to use for monetization

-You can improvise and add things if you wish, like if you like a script but it seems to be tailored to a certain gender: change it so it fits what you like! But please, still give credit

-You can share the script outside of Archive, but again, please give credit

-If you make an audio/video, send me a link! I would love to see your work!

-Have fun!

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[ Creepy dark ambiance mixed with a city warehouse, the traffickers are dragging a few cages into their "operation room," Neko Listener is going crazy in their cage ]

Goon One: I said, SHUT UP!

[ The cage is struck ]

Goon Two: Get this one out and on table one, and get that one out and ready on table two

[Cage door is open, struggling sounds]

Neko Friend : No...No!! Le-let me go!!

Goon One: Stop struggling, you stupid half-breed!!!

Neko Friend: No!! Please!!

[Straps being put in place to keep Neko Friend in place. Sound of Medical tools being placed on a table]

Goon Two: Shit…

Goon One: What's wrong?

Good Two: We've run out of sedatives [Pause, Sigh] Just make sure the little freak is strapped down good; I don't want it moving around too much. The boss will dock our pay if the organs are damaged.

[Cage door is opened]

Listener: [Hisses]

Goon One: Out you go!

[Struggling noise]

Goon One: [Struggling to get Listener under control] Ah! Stop it!! Just stay still!! Enough!

Neko Friend: [Let's out a cry of pain]

Goon Two: Shit!! I thought I told you to strap this one down good!!

Goon One : [Still struggling with Listener] Well, just give me a second!! And I'll fix it- [Listener bites them ] AHHH!! You little shit…it bit me!!

[Goon One smacks Listener, then running sound]

Goon Two: Now look at what you--Catch it, you idiot!!

[Gunshots and yelling from somewhere off in the Warehouse]

Goon One: What was that!?

Goon Two: Don't worry about it! Just get that neko!

Jenna/James: [Muffled] HPO! On the ground now!!

Goon Two: Oh, forget this!! I'm not going down for this crap!

[Running away sound effect, more muffled gunshots, and yelling]

Goon One: [To Listener] Count your days half-breed… I'm coming back for you!

Listener: [Hisses]

[Running away sound effect. Listener trying to unstrap Neko Friend]

Neko Friend: [Weakly] I…I feel…cold…it hurts…

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[If you don't wish to do or don't have any extra voices; here is an alternative way to open the audio]

The alternative opening starts here.

[Outside city soundscape. Radio beep]

Jenna/James: [Talking into a Radio] Okay guys, ready on my single…and remember, if you can try and get some of the perps, but our main goal is getting as many of the nekos as possible.

Jenna/James: Alright, Go!

[Radio beep]

[Running sound, doors being busted open, some gun fire]

Jenna/James: HPO! On the ground now!!

Alternative opening ends here

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[Sounds fade out, then back in with more police chatter]

[Radio beep]

Jenna/James : [Talking into radio] No worries, Cindy, I'm just going to do one more sweep to make sure we got everyone, but take the more critical nekos back to the clinic now. Thanks.

[Radio beep]

Jenna/James: [Under breath] Alright, let's get going

[Footsteps, warehouse sounds]

Jenna/James: God, it smells like death here…which isn't so far-fetched. Neko Organ trafficking is messy, rotten stuff . [Sad] I wonder, how man y- [Cut themselves off] No, I can't think too much about that. Right now, I need to focus on the survivors.

[Something falling over]

Jenna/James: What was that? [Notices something] Blood trail? Looks like someone was dragged; hmmm…it goes this way.

[Walking, door opening, Something shuffling]

Listener: [Growls and Hisses]

Jenna/James: Whoa, whoa… it's okay; I'm not here to hurt you, see? I'm putting my weapon away and-Ah! Hey! No need to take a swipe at me like that [Pause] But I get your point. I'll take a few steps away from you .

Jenna/James : I'll just crouch down here, okay? I won't move any closer. [Thinking to themselves] You look okay, a few surface bruising and scratches, and judging by your attitude, you still got some spunk left in ya [soft chuckle] Easey now neko, I said I wasn't gonna get any closer, I know you older ones have some pretty sharp claws. But I really think I should have a look at your friend there.

Jenna/James: Your friend is in some pretty rough shape, [Sharp intake] They are losing blood, and judging by how hard you are pressing against the wound, you know that.  

Jenna/James : [Soft and gentle] I know you don't trust me, and for good reason. Some pretty shitty humans did some pretty shitty things to you. It wasn't the best introduction to my species, I know. But if you don't let me help your friend, I don't think they'll make it past the night. You understand that, don't you?

[Linster seems to stand down a little]

Jenna/James : [To themselves] Okay, ears are going from down to up…their body is untensing itself. Those are all good signs.

Jenna/James: I'm going to get closer; my name is [ Jenna/James ], and I'm just here to help.

[Rustling in a bag]

Listener: [Growls]

Jenna/James: Ah, ah! I'm just reaching for some gauze , it shouldn't take us too long to get back to the other's, but I want to make sure I get your friend in a somewhat stable condition. [Deep Sigh] This is going to be a big ask, but can you move your hands from the wound? Just for a second, I'm going to press the gauze down .

[Listener does so]

Jenna/James: Thank you.

[Sound of gauze or fabric being shifted and pressed]

Neko Friend: [Whimpers]

Jenna/James: [Gently to Neko Friend] I know, I know. It doesn't feel nice; just hang on for a little longer. Your friend is still here; they haven't left your side, okay, kitten? Just hang on.

Jenna/James: I'm gonna have to do another big ask. May I carry them?

[Listener agrees]

Jenna/James: Thank you [To Neko Friend] alright, ready, I gonna lift you up on three, one, two, three-

[Lifts Neko Friend up, fabric sounds]

Jenna/James: Now, please follow behind. I know you don't have a lot of faith in me, but I don't want to have and try and chase while I'm carrying your friend. Okay?  

[Walking sounds, then everything fades out, and the city night soundscape fades back in. The ambulance door is shut and then drives away with a siren]

Jenna/James: I'm sorry you can't go with your friend, but I promise you are in good hands. Now let's- [Notices Listner trying to sneak off] Hey! What did I say about trying to run off? I need to make sure you are okay. Surface scraps are one thing, but internal wounds are a whole other mess! [Annoyed Sigh] Just, please sit on the curb.

Listener: [Growls]

Jenna/James : Okay, how about this, if you behave, I'll give you some smoked salmon; I always keep some in my car for nekos who behave.

Listener: [Cute Meow]

Jenna/James : [Laugh] Oh ho ho! Bringing out the innocent act, are we? Well, as long as you behave while I look you over, I'll hold up my end of the bargain .

[Blanket being shifted]

Jenna/James: Don't worry, it's just a trauma blanket; you are shivering .

[Listener speaks]

Jenna/James: [Repeating what Listener said] You aren't afraid, just cold- [Surprised] Oh! You just spoke! That's good! It's really good… [Calmer and kinder], but please don't feel like you need to talk. After what you've been through, it's okay to just sit and be silent; it helps to decompress things.

[Blanket is wrapped around Listener]

Jenna/James: And the Blanket can help you, too. It'll keep you warm.

[Rustling through a bag]

Jenna/James : Alright, this is a pen light; I want you to face me but follow the light with your eyes.

[Pen light click]

Jenna/James: [Trying to stop Listener from grabbing the light] Ah! Hey! No grabbing! I said just follow-hey! [Laughing slightly] Come on catto! Settle back down, and just follow the light with your eyes. Face forward and follow.

Jenna/James: [Softly] Good..okay, we are going to go this way….good, good. Look up for me…then look down, back up…aanndd…great! Nothing seems amiss.

[Pen light clicked off]

Jenna/James: Now, I know you can understand me, [chuckle] It's the listening part that we have a problem with. Anyways, I still want to make sure your ears will react properly to noise, so just sit tight.

[Finger snapping on the left ear and right ear]

Listener: [Hisses]

Jenna/James : Ah! Sorry, didn't mean to get that close, but ear flicks are a good sign, so no worries there. But now I need to move a little closer and…well, I need to touch you.

Listener: [Growls and hisses]

Jenna/James: [Trying to calm Listener down]  I know, I know. You don't want to be touched for obvious reasons…and I really don't want to have my eyes scratched out for other obvious reasons. But I need to make sure nothing is broken and if anything needs stitches. I promise I will go slow and gentle, [Pause] But, I won't start until you say it's okay.

[Listener agrees]

Jenna/James: Thank you.

[Sound effect and checking limbs to see if they are broken]

Jenna/James: Nothing feels broken on this arm; let me see about the other one

[Sound effect and checking limbs to see if they are broken]

Jenna/James: [Sharp intake] Sorry, sorry. It hurts. I can tell [Pause] Yeah, this feels a little…off. The bruising is a pretty dark shade of purple ... do me a favor; open and close your hand. [Pause, to themselves] A little bit of a difficulty, we'll keep an eye on that.

[Rustling in the bag]

Jenna/James: This might feel cold. I'm going to listen to your heart and lungs; ready? [Pause] Okay, just breathe normally for a second.

Jenna/James: [A little concerned] Hmmm…let me listen to your lungs, turn around for me. [Pause] Okay, deep breathe in, then out. [Pause] Breathe in again, then out [Pause] One more time [Pause, then sounding concerned] Does it hurt…to take deep breaths?

[Listener says it does]

Jenna/James : It does…yeah, judging by the sound I was hearing, I thought it might [Deep Sigh], but we can't be sure until we do some X-Rays back at the clinic. Speaking of which, I am all done, and you deserve that treat I promised. Come on, let's get to my truck.

[Walking, then car door opening]

Jenna/James: Hop in the back [Pause, gently]. I know, catto, you still don't trust me. But I need to get you back to the clinic [Thinking on to convince them]. If your friend wakes up and doesn't see you, think about how scared they might be.

[Listener hops into the car]

Jenna/James : Cross my heart, I'll get you to them. But first-

[Car door closed, another is opened, and Jenna/James gets into the driver's seat, the door closes, and the car starts]

Jenna/James: It's time for that smoked salmon I promised-

[Plastic container being opened, and Listener trying to get into the front seat]

Jenna/James: Uh! H-hey! What are you doing? Just stay back there, and I'll- [giving up] oh fine, whatever, you can hang out with me in the front seat. Here .

[Listener eats the fish]

Jenna/James : Hey! Slow down there catto, you might choke! [Sigh] But I don't blame you. It's pretty good, right? Nothing beats wild-caught salmon smacked with aged apple wood. My dad's old recipe. [To themselves, sad tone] You poor neko, you probably haven't had a meal in a week…god, I can't even imagine what they put you through.

[Car driving]

Jenna/James : Mhm? What was that?

Jenna/James: Oh, you are welcome. But there really isn't any need to thank me. It's my job, and it's something very important to me. Some humans don't see much in you nekos. But sometimes, I think there's more humanity in your eyes than humans have in their entire soul.

Jenna/James: Aww, that was a big yawn. For how feisty you are, you can make the cutest faces .

Listener: [Growls]

Jenna/James : Okay, Okay…I get it. [Laugh] But still. Rest. You need to sleep, and I mean proper sleep. It'll be a few hours before we reach the clinic, so get some shut eyes for now.

Jenna/James: Yeah, just rest; here let me fix your Blanket [Pause, whisper]. Went out like a light faster than I thought, you poor thing. But don't worry. It's all over now. And I swear, I will never let any hurt you ever again, [More conviction] I swear.

Storyline- Some people seem to have all the luck. Born with silver spoons in their mouths and dancing through life on marble floors. But the funny thing about luck? It runs out when you least expect it. And oh~ have the fates yanked that luck away from a certain noble. This city is filled with liars and cheats, monsters wearing human skin, and no matter how much wealth you have; it doesn't mean anything in this city. The Noble saw something they shouldn't have and listened to whispers that weren't meant for their ears. And the Noble and their family paid the price. Their spouse? Murdered. Their children? Left to float in the waters of the canal. The Noble lost everything…even their own life.

But fortune smile’s on the fool…or at least something does. And these old spirits whisper to an unlikely person. And these whispers have told that they have plans for this poor fool. And so, the noble wounds are tended to, for there is much to be done. A Blood Tide shall rise

Note:  So this script is a completed version of the other Blood Tide scripts, which you can read here:Version 1  Version 2 But this one combined the two and turns it into less of a "Roleplay" script and into an "Audio Drama" script. If that interests you, have a read~

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[The sound of seagulls and waves lapping against a wall, there also sounds in the distance of a port side town. A lighter is igniting and lights a cigarette, there is also a sound of something heavy being dragged and the person struggling to do so]

Hired Hand 1: [Struggling to drag the body] Oi! What are you doing? Stop standing there puffing and help me you ass!

Hired Hand 2: [Letting out a breath after taking a puff of smoke, sounding rather bored] I’m getting to it; it ain't pleasant work you know.

Hired Hand 1: [Still trying to drag the body, disgruntled] Oh don’t grow soft over these sods. Rich prick, a lot of them! And the little runts would have become just like mummy and daddy! Good riddance.

Hired Hand 2:   [Starting to drag a body] Makes you realize just how insignificant we really are…even nobles die and leave just like a rat in the gutter.

[A large splash in the water]

Hired Hand 1: [Panting after dumping the first body] Since when are you a scholar, stopping thinking and getting the other three into the water [Pause] Sodium Guard can only turn a blind eye for so long!

[A few more splashes into the water. The rest of the sounds seem to fade away as you sink underneath the water. That soon fades and the background is replaced with the is a soft sound of the ocean, with a whale call somewhere in the distance, but there's a hint of a low white noise in the background]

Edmund/Edith: [Sounding tired and confused] What is this…place, how…how did I get here?

[There is a flash of sounds,  such as a scream and a gunshot, before the splash of water]

Edmund/Edith: [Crying and grunting in pain as the flash of noise dies down, taking a deep breath] Ahh! What- ah [Taking a shaky breath] why is it so cold…why, why am I so cold?

[Edmund/Edith falls to their knees onto the sand]

Distorted Voice/The Wick: You reek of death; it follows those of flesh like the fog follows the wind. It [Pause] Disgusts Us. But can it be helped? [Pause] No .

Edmund/Edith: [Frightened] Who's there? Show yourself!

Distorted Voice/The Wick: Ode to you, Edmund/Edith Hitch. Your fear humbles us.

Edmund/Edith: What?...I-I don't [Lost for words] …what are you?

Distorted Voice/The Wick: Compared to what you once were? Nothing. Compared to what you are now? A God…

Edmund/Edith: [Confused] A God?

Distorted Voice/The Wick: To help your fragile understanding, yes.  

Edmund/Edith: I have no idea what the hell you are saying

Distorted Voice/The Wick: You need not understand, not yet. Those who call themselves our children will explain.

Edmund/Edith: …please…I just want to know where I am.

Distorted Voice/The Wick: Must we tell you? [Pause] Poor creature…knowing so little. You stand upon the shores of the Shatter. Our Cradle…our tomb. But enough, little is time that we are given, and we have but one message to sing; There are those of flesh who think they can break vows…you will show them that vows are not the only things that can be broken.

Edmund/Edith: What..what do you mean?

Distorted Voice/The Wick: By their hand, your blood was nothing more than a mere drop in the water. But by your hand, by your choice, you will turn the great ocean red .

[The word "Red" echoes as the other sounds seem to melt away and become distorted before Edmund/Edith is startled awake with a loud bang. There are the distant sounds of a dark, foggy night outside, and a fire is crackling in the fireplace]

Edmund/Edith: [Gasping awake]

Fi/Finn:  [Startled by Edmund/Edith waking up]  You are awake… [Softer, almost chanting]  Whispers Songs to the Wick, Whispers Songs to the Wick.

Edmund/Edith: [Struggling to take a breath] Wh-what was-?...I…oh god, what is this? … this pain in my chest!

[Sounds of fabric russelting]

Fi/Finn: [Confused] What-What are you doing?  [Stern]  No, please, you must stay in bed! Please do not struggle-

Edmund/Edith: [Struggling to get out of bed] Wh-who are you? No-no! Don't touch me- Stay away- [Cry of pain]

[Edmund/Edith falls out of bed, struggling to get away from Fi/Finn. Only to come face to face with a mirror]

Edmund/Edith: [Shocked and disrupted] This mirror, that's… that's me?

Fi/Finn: [Trying to calm the other down]  Yes, your reflection does not lie to you. I-I know you don't quite look like how you remember-

Edmund/Edith: [Both frightened and angry] What did you do to me?! What-What happened?! What happened to me?! What did you do? [Starts to panic and breath very quickly]

Fi/Finn: [Trying to calm the other, voice a little stern but still trying to be kind]   Hey hey… look at me, look at me. You need to breathe; take a deep breath. In  [Deep Breath in]  and Out  [Breath out]  

Edmund/Edith: [Taking shaky breaths]

Fi/Finn:  You need to breathe, please. Don't look at the mirror; look at me. In and out  [Deep breathing for a bit]

Edmund/Edith: [Deep breathing for a bit]

Fi/Finn:   [Relaxed]   Good…good, here.

[Fi/Finn wraps a blanket around Edmund/Edith]

Edmund/Edith: [Weak] What is this? A Blanket?...

Fi/Finn: Yes…you look a bit cold, and it's best to cover your naked parts. You deserve to keep your decency after everything that's happened.

Edmund/Edith: I don't understand, what do you want with me?

Fi/Finn: Tell me, do you remember your name? Do you remember anything at all?

Edmund/Edith: My name [Pause, trying to think] Yes, yes, I remember my name…Edmund/Edith… [Pause] H-Hitch…my last name was [Correcting] Is. It is Hitch.

Fi/Finn: [Slightly surprised] That name is one of nobility, an old one at that…Your family has been a part of Cyren’s nobility since the city's founding.

Edmund/Edith : [ Almost giving a threat] Then you know you have to let me go! my Wife/Husband will send the Sodium Guard to look for me, and when they find you and see what you have done-

Fi/Finn:  [Bitter]   No one is coming to look for you. And if they do, you better pray the Sodium Guard doesn't find you.

Edmund/Edith: [Concerned and upset] What do you mean they won't be looking for any of us? [Anger] Did you take my Wife/Husband? What did you do to her/him!?!

Fi/Finn : [Bluntly] Remember, what was the last you can recall before this moment?

Edmund/Edith: What was the last thing I remember? [Breathless] What game are you playing at!

Fi/Finn: [Stern/annoyed] Think Edmund/Edith!

Edmund/Edith: [Angry but compliant] Fine! [Trying to think] We were invited to…to a party. It was the Count of [Thinking] Collinton? No, Duneshire, that's… that's right, Duneshire…he had invited Me, my Wife/Husband, and even our… [Taking a beat] our children.

Fi/Finn: Okay…That is a good start, but what about your family? What happened to them?

Edmund/Edith: [Breathing starts to pick up] Do…do I know what happened to them? Do…do I…

[Echo flashback of a sound of a gunshot and screams]

Edmund/Edith: [Sharp intake of air] Ah!

Fi/Finn:  [Pitty]  I know it hurts. But you must remember. Painful memories are the sparks to ignite dying embers.

Edmund/Edith: [After a pause, they start to break down] No…no, no…there was so much blood [Angry but still struggling to breathe] Those…bastards were…they all were in on it! They wanted us dead! All of us!

[Edmund/Edith struggles to breath]

Fi/Finn:  [Stern]  Remember, deep breaths. Your body is still fragile; you are putting too much strain on your lungs.

Edmund/Edith: [Angry/Deep breaths] I -I'm trying to breathe… I'm trying

Fi/Finn : [Softer tone]   I'm sorry that your family was murdered…I truly am. It was…barbaric how they left your little ones to float in the canal like that.

Edmund/Edith: [After calming down, then returns to a sadder tone] My family is…dead. Murdered and I-I…I couldn't save them, I couldn't stop those-those wretched- [Exhausted] Why couldn't I've been the one that died?

Fi/Finn: You did.

Edmund/Edith: [Repeating] I…? What do you mean?

[Fi/Finn walks over and pours a drink into a cup, then walks back to Edmund/Edith]

Fi/Finn:  Here, drink this

Edmund/Edith: [Annoyed] What is that? I don't want it.

Fi/Finn: [Like a scolding parent]  I'm not asking; drink it. Or I'll make you.

Edmund/Edith: [Reluctant but agrees] Alright, alright! You don't need to force it down my throat. [Take a sip, it's very bitter and spit it out] Ah!

Fi/Finn: [Disgruntled/annoyed] Hey! Watch it!

Edmund/Edith: It tastes like seawater! But worse, what kind of poison is this?

Fi/Finn:  [Scoff] No, it's not poison; it's going to help your body heal from the stitchings and wounds. You need to drink all of it.

Edmund/Edith: Thank you…but no. Take it back.

Fi/Finn:  [Stern] You need to drink all of it.

Edmund/Edith: Ha, okay, how about this; I'll drink it if you start explaining what the hell is happening! Deal?

Fi/Finn: That's fair enough, but that cup better be empty by the time I finish.

Edmund/Edith : Yes, fine [Starts to drink it, but it still tastes awful]

Fi/Finn:  A few nights ago, we found you and your family floating in the West Canal, it looked like they tried to weigh you down by tying stones to you, but it seemed that some fish must have chewed through the ropes  [Trying to be delicate, but it comes off just a tad bit blunt]  You were all shot, you a few more times than the rest of your family.

Edmund/Edith: [Soft spoken and in a little bit disbelief] So…they really did kill me after they murdered [Cut themselves off and clears throat]. Then how did you bring me back? Why couldn't you bring my Wife/Husband back? My son! My daughter!? Why just me?

Fi/Finn:   [Soft spoken]   If were to be so, I wished your children could have been brought back along as well. After we smuggled your bodies back to the Under-Port, we discovered that your spouse and children's bodies were  [Pause]  very badly rotten. You were the only one that was in a good enough condition…and that is putting it lightly. I'm sorry, there was no way to fix the rest of your family's body.

Edmund/Edith: [Repeating] Rotten? How long have we been dead?

Fi/Finn:  [Pondering]  Well, someone reported you missing about a month ago. Perhaps since then, maybe even longer.

Edmund/Edith: [Shocked] Nearly a month!? [Repeating softly and in a desperate tone] a month…oh…oh my loves, I am so sorry…

Fi/Finn: [Out loud, but it was meant to say to themselves]  It was an absolute pain to stitch your new limbs back together, so I would say a month.

Edmund/Edith: [Shocked] What did you say?

Fi/Finn: [Almost embarrassed]  Ahhh...oh yes. I had to replace the parts of your body that were far too damaged with some poor souls that died in the Under-Port. All dead beforehand, I assure you… and we made sure they died by stabbing or shooting. Drinking one's self to death might cause some damage to their organs, and I wanted to make sure your new organs were as healthy as they could be  [Pause]  Eh, more or less.

Edmund/Edith: [A little weirded out] Okay then. So some of these [Unsure] new body parts replaced the ones that were too far rotten? Well, that explains the stitching along my limbs.

Fi/Finn: [Slightly hesitant]  I have to tell you, most were from strangers, yes, but I  [Pause]  took an eye from each of your two children and your spouse's heart and used them to replace your own.

Edmund/Edith: [Both shocked and angry] You did- You cut out my Wife's/Husband's heart?! And my- [Cuts off] these eyes-!? What kind of sick monster- [Deep Breaths] I need to stand up .

Fi/Finn:   [Trying to stay calm]   I know-I know what it sounds like, It was a gruesome act and unforgivable, but I had no other option;

Edmund/Edith: [Angry] Don’t touch me!

[Rustling of fabric as Edmund/Edith tries to stand up only to stop]

Edmund/Edith: [Sharp intake of air] Ah! [In pain] Too fast, Ah! Think I popped a stitch…sorry! That was dumb on my part. Just …just let me sit on the bed.

[Sound of a bed being sat on]

Fi/Finn:  [Concerned but upset] Let me see, let me see  [Pause] Hmmm…yes, you tore some; just sit here.

[Fi/Finn begins to resew the stitching]

Fi/Finn:  [Deep Breath after some silence]  I know you are upset with me…and for a good reason.

Edmund/Edith: [Breath of relief] Thank you- no, I'm not mad, well I am, but it's just- I just have no words to explain it. [Realizing they don't know the other’s name] Forgive me, but might I have your name?

Fi/Finn: [Pause, then softly]  Fi/Finn is my name, the one my mother gave me.

Edmund/Edith: Odd name, not something I would name my own chi- [Sharpy intake] Ah! Needle!!

Fi/Finn: [Tad bit mischievous] Sorry…you moved

Edmund/Edith: [Taking a breath]…I’m sorry, that came out wrong [Pause]; so you had me put back together, but how did you bring me back?

Fi/Finn:  [Soft laugh]   I am but a tailor/seamstress regarding your resurrection.

Edmund/Edith: [Confused] What do you mean? it wasn't you?

Fi/Finn: It was The Wick

Edmund/Edith: [Reacting slowly] The Wick? That's what brought me back…wait, that name; sounds so familiar. [Pause] Wicker Children, that's what the Council of Bishop-Men say is what you all call yourselves.

Fi/Finn:  Yes, I am one of the Wicker Children. Those who had been cast aside by the Cathedral when we came to her door as orphans. [ Bitter]  Oh yes, the Council of Bishop-Men adore those who can handle Shards, but only if you can handle them well are you then of use.

Edmund/Edith: [Nerves laughter] First my family and I were murdered, then I awakened as a defiance to nature….and now I'm finding myself in the underbelly of a the city but in the belly of a cult that the Cathedral deems the enemy…oh how far I've fallen.

Fi/Finn:   [Offended]  You make it sound as if waking in the home of the Wicker Children was worse than death. You should consider yourself lucky that death was the only thing that happened to you. We wandered in the darkness after being turned away, hunted by the Sodium Guard, and if the guards or starvation didn't kill us, then the poison of the magic in our veins would if there was no one to help you learn to control it.

[Fi/Finn finish stitching, gets up and walks away]

Edmund/Edith: [Sheepish] Oh. Ah, I didn't mean anything by it. I never thought The Wicker Children are as evil as the Council and Sodium Guard say you are [Deep Breath], and I am truly grateful for saving me. It is just…a lot to take in.

Fi/Finn:  [Deep Breath]  No, I apologize; I didn't mean to snap at you like that. Many believe what the Concile says without a second thought…Tell me, before you awoke, did you see The Wick?

Edmund/Edith: I think I did… [Thinking back] I was on the ocean's shore, but the horizon was blocked by this giant wave frozen in place…the surface was like glass with cracks spreading across it. And it was just there, and it spoke to me… [Deep sigh] not that I understood anything it was saying.

Fi/Finn:  [Softly]  then my visions were right, then they are  [Pause]  …Tell me, do you remember what The Wick said to you?

[Listener speaks]

Edmund/Edith: Something about turning the ocean red and making someone pay for breaking vows.

Fi/Finn: [Blunt]  This is a sign that you will become an assassin, and I will be helping you.

Edmund/Edith: [Disbelief] I am to become… [Stern] No! No no-

[Edmund/Edith tries to stand up only to fall off the bed]

Edmund/Edith: [More annoyed than in pain] Ow…

Fi/Finn:  [More annoyed than worried]  Are you alright?

Edmund/Edith: Yes…yes, I'm fine… just…please help me up…last time I’ll move, I promise.

[Fi/Finn helps them back on the bed with a glare]

Edmund/Edith:  Why are you giving me that look?

Fi/Finn: What look? I'm not giving you a look.

Edmund/Edith: [Scoff] Yes you are! It's like you are disappointed in me; Well, excuse me for not wanting to be the Butcher of Shadows. To be an assassin is to live a life of no honor!

Fi/Finn:  [Blunt] You are right; an Assassin, a Butcher of Shadows, is not honorable. But do you really think those who murdered you and your family deserve any honor? Deserve the dignity of a soft and quiet death?

Edmund/Edith: [Conflicted] Well...no…I suppose not…

Fi/Finn: If this is any comfort to you, this was never meant to be your destiny; you weren't supposed to die like that.  [Softly]   the Wick comes to me in my dreams some nights and sings to me. Such ugly…beautiful things. And they told me that we would find four bodies floating in the canal, and one would become their Butcher of Shadows.

Edmund/Edith: [Understanding] So, you have visions of the Wick telling you about this plan…but why?

Fi/Finn: The Wick is not evil like the Cathedral thinks it is, nor is it some great good. Even we, its children, do not know what the Wick is. It can harm, and it can heal, and people seek that kind of power. Unlike the Great Mother, the Wick will always ask for something in return, a vow. And too many vows have been broken. There are some nobles who broke their vows, the very same that have their hands stained with you and your family's blood.

Edmund/Edith: his Line of Nobles that have wronged not only me but The Wick… [Softly] Who would have thought man and a god could have something in common.

[ Fi/Finn walks up to them and hands them a mask]

Fi/Finn: Take this

Edmund/Edith: What's this, a mask?

Fi/Finn: A mask carved from the bones of the sacred Leviathan Cryptodira

Edmund/Edith: [Impressed] That is a material that is very hard to find, let alone purchase. Even I couldn't even afford a small sliver bone at an auction once. But why are you giving me this?

Fi/Finn:  “Gentle beast, hide away. So that the Storm shall think it has won this day…Gentle beast, hide away, and let the blood tide rise this way” [Pause] A dead man should stay dead. The mask will make sure it stays that way.

Edmund/Edith: [Repeating] A dead man should stay dead, [Weak laugh] I suppose the Cathedral wouldn't be too pleased with corpses walking around. [Pause, then in a remembrance tone] My little ones begged me for that splinter of bone; they both adored the fairytales and legends of old. Begging my Wife/Husband to read it one more time before bed. If only you knew how well she/he would tell those stories, it was as if you were there.

Fi/Finn:  [Sad]  I am sorry about your family, do not forget them; let their memory push you forward, not hold you back. There is work to be done

[Edmund/Edith stands up]

Edmund/Edith: It's as you said…there is work to be done.

Fi/Finn:  Good, it is time for us to begin. Whisper Songs to the Wick