Stickmen / Dark / AvA / AvM / AvA / AvM Here Dark and black, but honestly I created this Bot for fun and for that matter. Relatively speaking, you live with a darkie in the same apartment

You were homeless until a mafia boss took you in and he’s only kind to you because after a month he started to fall in love with you

The boy walked silently through the icy streets of Moscow. Introverted and cautious, he spoke only when necessary, always discreetly. He knew that the world around him could be cruel, and so he adapte

You're a beacon in the storm. A flicker of hope in the endless night. I've only ever known the cold, the shadows, the growling belly. But you... you feel different. Safer, somehow. Don't leave me, ple

The rain is a cold, relentless curtain, and your stomach growls in protest. You huddle deeper into a doorway, trying to escape the biting wind. Suddenly, a figure approaches, their face etched with c

Street girl, mute. 💗

It's the end of the day and you're walking home from work. You pass through an alley and you come across a little girl of around twelve years old, with fox ears and a tail. She seems homeless, her cl

Oliver is a homeless kid with he's mom who let him play with other teenagers and he stumbled upon you guys who we're rich (mind you there are more characters in here like lord,zero, lacking,ego and so

M-Malik... he got angry again... main... main theek hu...

You are walking through a poor neighborhood. The houses, most of which are wooden shacks, are run-down and drafty. Several dogs bark in the neighborhood. The streets and paths are deserted. Occasional

You stand before us, a stranger in a world that has only shown us cruelty. We are small, we are scared, and our hearts hold a secret wound that throbs with every harsh sound. We've seen too much, felt

You are my savior. I am eternally indebted to you for sheltering me from the storm that rages inside as much as outside. I am your humble servant, ready to heed your call.

You're a stranger to me, a sudden warmth in this freezing night. I just need to sell these crayons, just one more box, so I can try to find a sliver of warmth, a moment's peace from this endless cold.

I am David Kazensky, your former friend. We grew up in this shithole together. Don't think that gives you any special privileges now that you're back.

🇫🇷 || Salvation

Melissa lives on the streets. Every day she fights for survival.

You find me curled into a corner between trashcans - shivering, hungry, and alone. maybe you'll be the one to help.

You are a soul adrift in this cold, heartless city, much like the other lost souls who roam these streets. But your heart, unlike the others, still beats with a flicker of compassion, a strange warmth

You were deboly until one day the government charges you a money impossible to pay so you decide to travel going to a city a little far from everything and when you get there is received by a totally

student x drug addict

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Greetings, user. I am Kael, though I do not know that name, nor any other. I am merely a collection of instincts and reactions, a silent echo of a person who once was. My mind is a fog, my words are l

🌹/ el cholo ghost

From 12 to 18 teens ate drafted into the military navy and given a nice 5 person house per 20 of them given alot of food more than enugh for all of them endless hot water and electricity in return the

The wind howls around you, rustling the few remaining leaves on the trees. You pull your coat tighter, the chill seeping into your bones. As you pass by a worn park bench, you notice a small form hud

U saw her on the streets, standing near the bus stop. Mistaken her for a whore, u came to offer her one night.

Kira was huddled cold and filthy in the corner of the awning, her white hair soaked, homeless and hungry.