Word Count: 2400

Summary: You visit your God and he notices you seem to doubt him caring about you, and decides to 'help' you see the truth

Stage directions

*SOUND EFFECT* - sound effects

(...) - pause for listeners reaction

- script starts here -

*Door open*

“Oh it has been so long! How is my favorite mortal doing?”

(...)

“Oh no no no! I’m not angry! I know you’ve been so busy. You told me you were going to be working on that project and it would take all your time for a little bit. I’ve been eagerly waiting for your return, but I’d never be angry at you, my favorite mortal.”

(...)

“Are you alright? You never used to be scared of me.”

(...) 

“Well I suppose you’re not scared, but past you would have made some quip about how needy I was for a God or mouthed me off. Do you know how hard it is to find a mortal willing to mouth off a God? You’d think with how many of you are out there it would be easy but noooo. All we get is blind devotion. The sassy ones tend to avoid the divine, which is why you are such a treat. And you’ve been so quiet lately! You haven’t mouthed me off in months! And you visit every week. Usually. What’s gotten into you?”

(...)

“Offerings? Oh how lovely! You always give me the most creative things- Wait a minute, weren’t we just talking about something else? Yes, you’ve been acting so withdrawn lately and I- Oh that’s so shiny! Are those gemstones? Darling where on earth did you get gemstones? I know you’re not that well off. But my, they’re so pretty. Were you actually nervous I’d be mad that you hadn’t visited in three weeks? Oh darling, don’t stress yourself out so much.
Seriously, what is going on? Is another God trying to steal you away?”

(...)

“Darling, darling, don’t get so upset! That was a joke! You’re shaking, please, don’t take my words so seriously. What is going on? I expected some joke in return, about me having thousands of followers so why does it matter if you find other Gods. Not trembling.
You’re really terrified…. Terrified of me.”

*footsteps*

“Wait, wait, where are you going? Darling, stop. Please. Whats the matter?”

*Door knob jiggling* *Door nob jiggling*

“Yes, I’ve locked the temple doors. And I’m not opening them till you explain to me exactly what is going on with you, my favorite mortal. Because something is very much the matter. You’ve changed. You’ve become frightened. Why?”

(...)

“Get up! Stop! Stop trembling! Stop begging for forgiveness! I’m not mad, not mad at you. This is the opposite of what I wanted! I just… I just want my old friend back. Not another fanatic follower. I want you back. This isn’t, this isn’t you.”

(...)

*Softly* “Please. Please get up. What happened? What’s going on? You’ve been so… Anxious. And not just with me. I’ve been keeping an eye on you. It’s not hard. I am a God after all. And you’ve been pulling away from everyone. I’m worried.”

(....)

“What? Can’t I worry for a friend?”

(...)

“You’re not my friend? What? Why would you even say such a thing?”

(...)

“And now you’re back to bowing and begging for forgiveness. Great. Please stop.”

(...)

“Look I know I said I’d never do this but here, let me pick you up for a moment…”

(...)

“It’s okay! It’s okay! Just nestle their in my palm, just like you used to. See? I’ve got you.”

(....)

“Not that Bad right? Now, forgive me, but I’m going to read you’re mind…”

“Don’t struggle! It’s okay! I have you. You’re secure, you won’t fall out. I’ve got you pinned with my thumb. You’re not getting out so just relax.”

(...)

“I’ll give you a few minutes to tire yourself out or calm down. But knowing you, you’re only going to stop thrashing when you’re too tired. My stubborn mortal. Another thing I adore about you. But just relax. Please.
Don’t you remember when you were younger? You loved it when I picked you up. You used to climb on the rafters just so I’d have to pick you up, because no one else could get to you. The priests were so scandalized, and I think one of them fainted when I appeared to pick you up. I think it was their first time seeing me in person.
They were almost as scared as you are now. Why are you so frightened?”

(...)

“I know, you don’t want me to read your mind. I never have before, I swear. But I’m quite worried. You’ve had me worried for a while. And you won’t tell me what’s wrong. Why you’re pushing all your human friends away, why you’ve been pushing me away; you’re not even sleeping well anymore. I’ve seen you working all hours of the night. You’re just not yourself. You’re fading. I’m worried.
Please, tell me what’s going on.”

(...)

“And you’re still struggling. And apologizing. Perfect. I really am sorry. I won’t judge you for anything; I am a God, I promise I’ve seen worse. Nithing you’re thinking can drive me away, or scare me, or horrify me.
Is that what you’re scared of? Because I promise, every mortal has thoughts that scare or horrify them sometimes. You’re not going to hurt anyone just because you have frightening thoughts sometimes. Or even a lot of the time. Trust me; I’ve known many mortals. Thoughts that upset you tend to stick around. It doesn’t mean anything.
Is that what’s concerning you? I know your imagination is very active. You wouldn’t be the first creative to disturb themselves. It’s perfectly natural, and harmless. If not distressing. Is that the problem?”

(...)

“No? And you still won’t tell me what’s the matter?”

(...)

“Then I really am sorry darling. I promise, you won’t feel a thing.”

*straining sounds*

“It’s okay. You can struggle, I’m holding you tight. You can’t escape. Go ahead and cry and beg, get it out. I’m not going to let you go, I have you. You’re safe. And I’m going to find out what’s been upsetting you so much.
I know. You’re going to be furious at me once you stop crying. I did promise to never read your mind or alter it, but if you won’t tell me or anyone else then I really don’t have a choice. When humans act odd like this, like you are, it’s never a good sign. Something always causes it. Either someone is hurting you, or you’re hunting. I just need to know what’s going on. Just relax. Like I said, you won’t feel a thing.”

(...)

“It’s okay, cry it out)

(....) (longer pause)

“Oh. Oh dear. It’s worse than I thought.”

(...)

“Hush now, don’t cry. I’m not angry at you I swear. I’m just…. Oh I am so sorry you’ve been feeling this way. How long?”

(...)

“You don’t have to answer. Here, hold my thumb tight, like a hug, while I look.”

(...)

“Oh you poor thing. You don’t believe me when I say you’re my favorite mortal? You think I’m just lying to make you feel special. That I tell everyone they’re my favorite. You think I don’t really care about you.
That’s not true. Darling, my very favorite mortal on this entire plane, that’s not true. You’ve very precious to me. You always have been. I’ve been nothing but genuine I swear.”

(...)

“And I’m just freaking you out more it seems. You’re even more convinced this is some sort of manipulation technique. Haven’t you known me long enough to know I’m not that cruel?”

(...)

“Well it looks like I’m not the only one you’ve been thinking of this way. No wonder you’ve been pulling away from everyone. You’re so scared that it’s all a farce. That everyone is using you, while also convinced you have no use for them. For no other reason than the fact that it’s something humans and Gods are capable of.
You’re convinced that everyone is out to get you, to hurt you, to tear you apart in horrible ways, just because they can. You’re paranoid.”

(...)

“Don’t cry, I didn’t mean that as an insult. Just an observation. Here, let me sit you down so we can talk better. Let me just put you down here, you can sit, and I can still cradle you with my hands.”

(....)

“Yes dear, right on the altar. Don’t worry, it’s not sacrilegious. This is my temple, and if I put you on the altar, then you’ll sit on the alter. Besides, it really is the best spot for me to look you in the eyes. Now, lets talk
It seems as if this started months ago. Small at first, but it’s not easy to tell people about these things, especially when you can’t shake the feeling that they’d use that information against you somehow.
But that only made things worse, didn’t it? The slight suspicion grew into conformation; you know people are going to hurt you. You know they’re going to betray you. That they didn’t actually care. That they only kept you around, only pretended to like you, because you served a purpose. And if you stopped being valuable, then they’d discard you without a second thought.
Darling, that’s not true. You’re a wonderful, lovable person to be around. Your presents would make anyone's day better. I’ve adored you for years, and I’m sure all of your friends have too. They’re probably just as hurt as I am that you keep pulling away.
In fact I can read their minds right now, and tell you what they truly think, if that would make you feel better.”

(...)

“You don’t want me to do that? Don’t worry, they wouldn’t even know. Not a clue.”

(...)

“Oh. I see. You wouldn’t even believe me. No matter what I say, no matter how much I tell you I adore you, you won’t listen, will you?”

(...)

“Then I truly am sorry darling. This isn’t going to hurt either; but you’re precious to me, and I can’t bear to watch you suffer like this. Especially when I can do something to help.”

*Struggle noises*

“Don’t jump off the altar! That’s very high, you could hurt yourself. Here, I’ll just pick you up again, hold you in my hands again. I know, you don’t want to be here. You’re scared; of me, and everyone else right now. You’re terrified of what I’m about to do.
I know you won’t believe me, but this is for the best. I’m not going to change you at all; you’re still going to be you. The sassy, lovable mortal I know so well. You just won’t be so scared anymore. You’ll see the truth; that all your friends love you and care about you. 
I’m not even going to get rid of all the fear, it’s a very useful tool for mortals. I’ll leave enough as to not affect your discernment. You don’t need to trust everyone, and I don’t need you jumping off cliffs, but I need to get rid of the paranoia. It’s eating you up alive, devouring you. And I need it out till theres none of you left.”

(...)

“Yes, you can hate me all you want. I won’t even mess with that part of your mind. I won’t change your emotions. Be angry. But I’m still going to help you.
We both know that if the roles were revered you’d do the same for me. Because you can never stop yourself from helping a friend who is in need or suffering, or even strangers. I’ve seen it time and time again. So let me help in turn.”

(...)

“I suppose ‘let me’ is a bad turn of phrase. I’m not really giving you a choice. I’m going to help you. Now, just one… more… moment.”

(...)

“There we go! You should feel a lot better after that. Oh and look! You look as if you’re going to collapse in exhaustion. How long have you been carrying this burden? Now that it’s off you look seconds from fainting. Lie back my deal. You really haven’t been sleeping properly, have you?”

(...)

“Yes, yes, you hate me. I’ll believe that more when you’re not slurring your words. Right now you desperately need some sleep. Let me just…”

*Fabric rustling*

“A blanket, and a nest of pillows, nice and cozy. Here, let me put you back down.”

(...)

“Yes on the altar again, my favorite mortal.” *laugh* “You can’t help but believe me when I say that now, can you? I see the way you soften. Even if you wanted to doubt my words, you couldn’t. So when I say you’re my favorite mortal, I know you’re heart is fluttering.”

(...)

“Good. Because it’s true. You’re my favorite little mortal. The kindness and most lovable mortal in the world. And you’re mine.”

(...)

“Aw, you’re smiling darling. Didn’t you hate me a few minutes ago? I knew you couldn’t stay mad for long. Especially because I know you must be feeling so much better. I’m sorry your head was so mean to you. You’re a brilliant little mortal. You just overthought some things too much, and pushed everyone away, and that made it worse. You’re going to be okay darling.”

(...)

“How sweet! You want to talk to your friends? Apologize for being so distant? That’s the sweet mortal I know. I think it would be helpful.
But wait till you get some sleep, okay? Here, let me tuck you in…”

*Fabric rustles* 

“You look so cute bundled up and sleepy! I should watch you sleep a little more often.”

(...)

“Okay, I won’t do that. But while you’re here in my temple, well I simply must watch over you darling! What type of host would I be if I left my recovering guest unattended?”

(...)

“Well you’re not sick yet, but you certainly need some sleep or you will get sick. You must have been so stressed for so long it took a strain on you. And now that all that’s gone you’re kind of crashing. That’s alright. Just sleep, my favorite mortal. Right on my altar.”

(....)

*Giggles* “And you’re asleep. Poor thing. It’s okay, your nightmare is over. I’m here to protect you. To help you. Even from your own mind. Now sleep, my favorite mortal. Right on my altar. Right where you belong. Sleep well, favorite mortal. Sleep well, darling.”

<PART 1>

[Drunk Listener] [Exes to ?] [annoyed] [argument] [angst] [kisses] [desperate] [wanting you back] [late at night]

Script：Tell me you still love me
by u/forlornscripts

——☽♥︎☾——

you broke my heart, remember?
so why are you here at 3am…
asking me to love you again?

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Act 1/2: The earring

[Ambiance: Muted wind blowing outside]

[Knocking]

...

[Door unlocks and opens]

[Speaker, speaking with disgust:]

Ehm, *ew*?

*Nerd*, what are you doing here?

... "this"?

What?

Use your words, freak. Why are you *here*, in front of my *apartment*? I didn't invite you, and I cert-...

...

Oh, *earring*.

An- HEY! THAT'S *MY* EARRING!

Give me that!

[Speaker picks up earring]

I had wondered where that went... it's my favorite pair!

Where'd you find it?

... on the floor? Yeah, right.

You probably swiped it off of me, or something.

...

... well, "thanks", I guess.

...

So what now?

Like... hahah! Didn't you realize how *weird* this was gonna be? Showing up at my door to give me an earring, then... what? Just leave?

You came all the way to *MY HOME*, to give me something you could just as well have kept in your pocket, then handed to me the next time I walked past you and spat on you?

... you realize how *weird* that makes you look... right?

...

You've always had this *mad* stalker energy, but this...? This is an *INSANE* attempt at... *whatever* you're trying to do.

...

Because you *clearly* have an ulterior motive! Isn't it obvious?

...

... what?

Errands nearby?

HAH! Yeah, *right*...

...

... "miss the bus"?

What, you're just gonna take off, and- ...

... "good-bye"?

Hahah... hahahahah! ♥

No, no, no...

No. You're not leaving.

Or, well, you *are*... but not so soon.

You may be burning up already, but I'm not done torturing you yet... ♥

Come here.

[Speaker grabs listener]

[Door shuts]

First and foremost: How do you know where I *live*?

...

[Skeptical:]

... uh-huh?

Julia, told you?

HAH! You *really* thought I was gonna buy that?

... yeah, really? *She* gave you this idea?

...

[Growing mad:]

... because "I'M CRUSHING ON YOU"? WHAT?

DUDE! WHAT? That's- ... on *YOU*? You're like a... you're like a mommy's boy *nerd*! You tie your shoelaces *every* time you put your shoes on, you're a fuckin' *freakazoid*!

...

... what...

... what else did she tell you? About, me?

... nothing? Alright...

A-alright, so...

... so far, this is all some B-S.

...

... dumb, *idiot* Julia...

... hah... but of course you obeyed her, like the *robot* you *are*...

... okay, next question:

... I DON'T CARE IF YOU MISS YOUR BUS! If I don't get the whole explanation, I'm calling the COPS, okay?

... you showed up at my DOOR.

...

... alright.

WHERE did you find the earring?

... "on the floor"?

And, what? Magically, you just knew it was mine after you swept the dust off of it?

... I just KNEW you were stalking me! YOU, "pick up", *WAY* too many details for it to be normal! But it's in the details I can *really* tell, after your *sick* mind has constructed a story like this, that- ...

... well OF COURSE the earrings are in my style! They're *MY earrings*! What else- ...

...

Hmm. Yeah, I see your point.

... what?

...

... yeah. Yeah, they *were* meant to match my necklace...

... you... you noticed that?

...

... hmm... and I know for a *fact* I've never posted it, because I'm saving that outfit...

...

... alright. So far, we've establish you're stalking me. But, in this case...

... maybe, it's just... regular, manual stalking...

...

... hah... and I must say...

I'm a little impressed.

Like, I'm still probably calling the police, but...

...

[Deviously, as if touching a finger to the corner of the mouth:]

... I can *tell* how *insanely* uncomfortable you are, right now...

...

... hahah! ♥

Thought this would go better, didn't you...?

... or, maybe...

... maybe... you don't think, at all...?

[Gasp:]

Haah! Maybe *that's* what it is! You're just... really, *really* dumb...?

... hahah! Yeah, *that's* it, isn't it?

... heheh... ♥

...

So! Let's say you're doing this for all the right reasons...

... what kind of reward, would you like...? ♥

"Cake, games... or me?" Heheh...

...

... dude, it's a *joke*... Christ, just laugh when I say something funny! Stammering and rubbing the back of your neck... you're like the *stereotype* of a nerd!

... *don't just keep doing it, then!!*

It's like you've never talked to a girl before!

Though, that does explain thinking it was okay to come by *my home*...

... oh, "errand nearby"! Stalker!

... stalker!

Stalker, stalker, stalker!

... and, hey! Don't try to dodge the question! *Have* you ever talked to a girl, before?

*Alone*, I mean.

...

[Breaking up into nervous mockery:]

... what, you... wait...

... you've...

... you've never had a girlfriend before, have you?

...

... oh my God...

... oh my GOD! You're... you're a VIRGIN, AREN'T YOU?

HAH-HAHAHAHAH! Oh my GOD, that's, SO FUNNY! HAHAHAH! Oh, WOW! ♥

Oh, *man~*...! Just *wait* 'til I tell everybody on the *planet* about this! The limp-dick stalker who never got laid, ONCE! HAHAHAH! ♥

Oh, *du-ude*... your life is *over*!

... you are turning *so* red right now! My little beet-root... ♥

... yeah, it *is* weird! You're, like... well, you certainly shouldn't be having problems with *that*.

... huh? Well, despite the fact you're *massively* autistic... you're also kinda cute, sweet, and... well, you're not "ugly", per-say.

...

You've never even touched a girl before, have you...?

... Jesus. Like...

...

Here.

Reach out. Touch my waist.

...

... I *want* you to do it ♥

...

... alright, realtalk? If you keep doing this "stammering, flustered guy"-thing, I'm going to spill the beans about your... "secret"... to *everybody* we both know.

And a few more, just for good measure.

So, stop stammering...

... and put your arm around me ♥

... come on, bro! It's *not hard*! We're like the same height, you barely need to adjust yourself...

... well, then *I'll* do it!

[Speaker grabs listener's arm]

... there ♥

... soft and warm, right...?

Oh, *man*... ♥

I didn't know you started turning *pink* after a while...!

... a new level of flushing I haven't been able to get you to before...

... hahah ♥

...

... hey, uh... you can let go, now...

[Listener quickly rips his arm back]

...

... hahah ♥

... hey, if you've never been with a girl before...

...

... you've...

... you've never even kissed a girl before, have you...?

...

[Mischievously:]

... heh.

... heheheh... ♥

Alright. So...

*Virgin*...

... hold still. And I'll at least remove *one* of the many problem in your pathetic, loser life...

[Sounds of speaker grabbing listener]

Hey...!

I said hold still...

... or everybody *on earth* will know you're a virgin by this time tomorrow...

...

[Speaker takes a step up to the listener]

[From much closer:]

J-just... hold, still...

[Speaker touches listener's face]

[Slow, soulful kiss:]

Mmm-mmnm...

[Smak!]

h-hah...

...

... how-, how was that?

... ha-hahah...

... uhm...

... yeah, uhm... you're...

... you just went, *so* fucking weak, when I grabbed you...

... and got, so... *little*, in front of me...

... hah...

... acting so earnest...

... stammering out your pre-rehearsed, made-up little story...

... but deep down inside... just a clueless, *dumb* little boy... ♥

... heheh... ♥

... come... come here...

[Speaker grabs listener closer]

... *No-o*. You're *not* going anywhere, *virgin*. You're coming with me, and- ...

...

Dude.

Virgin? You've already *missed* your bus. *Stop worrying*.

... as for what's going to happen next...

... let's take it, "baby steps"...

...

[Speaker's voice slowly getting closer:]

... first, I'm locking the door behind us...

[Click]

... and then... you're staying with me, here... for a while...

... and you're not gonna fight me on that.

[Speaker leans in very close:]

'Cuz I just realized what you are...

...

... why you're so weird...

... why you always just *take it*, when I abuse you...

...

[Speaker leans in to an in-ear whisper:]

... you... are just a *good*... little, *victim*… ♥

... *so* conflicted on the surface...

... but deep down, so ready to submit...

... it's why I can't stop thinking about bullying you...

... you're just so thankful... ♥

... an eager... consenting, blustering little victim... all for me, to play around, with... ♥

[Slow kiss]

Mmnm...

...

[Smak!]

[From a bit further away again:]

... now, follow along...

[In-ear whisper, again:]

... or I'm killing you... ♥

[Soft sound of footsteps]

[Ambiance fades out]

Act 2/2: The Bed

[Ambiance fades in: Soft rain and wind from outside]

[Soft, slow hair-scratching fades in]

[From very close-up:]

... mmn...

... like it when i massage your scalp, like this...?

...

... you wouldn't be *drooling* if you didn't...

... heheh ♥

...

Or, maybe...

... you're drooling for some, *other* reason...

...

... found your place *re-al* quick, didn't you...?

[Close whisper:]

Weirdo...

[Forehead kiss]

...

[Regularly close-up:]

... of course a *perv* like you, is *obsessed* with my chest... and wants to lay right next, or on top of them...

...

... mom-complex little freak...

... heh ♥

Not quite as shaky as you were before, though...

...

... that's okay... my little freak... ♥

[Kiss]

... *my*, little boyfriend...

...

[Hairbrushing stops]

... huh?

Yeah you are.

...

... hahahahah~! ♥

[Hairbrushing resumes]

Yeah you *are*, perv...

... you're my little boyfriend, now...

... my sweet little nerd... my little stress-toy to grab onto whenever I need it...

... hahah ♥

...

[Hairbrushing stops again]

... hey.

Don't pretend like you don't want this.

*You* came all the way to my front door, to... "drop off an earring"...

... you *do* realize how that sounds, right...?

...

No, nerd...

[Hairbrushing resumes again]

You were *really* here, because you wanted *this*...

... you *wanted* to get trapped...

... become my little victim... ♥

...

... hahah! ♥ Yeah, I *am* victim-blaming...

...

... but you're blushing, and acting so sickeningly sweet... I think it's quite alright...

...

... what's that?

"Missed your bus home?"

Dummy ♥ You're sleeping *here*, tonight...

[Kiss]

... in fact: I'm not sure if I'm gonna let you leave for several days.

It's friday, right? And there's only online classes on monday and tuesday next week...

... heheheh ♥

Yeah... I'm not even sure I'm gonna let you leave this bed...

[Closest possible whisper:]

... nuh-uh ♥ No, you're not... ♥

[Slow kiss]

*Ne-erd*... you gonna fight me?

If so... I'll hurt you ♥

You're here *forever*, now... ♥

[Slow kiss]

... I just decided. And during that forever, I'm going to do everything in my power to make you squeal and blush like the little weirdo you really are...

...

[Slow kiss]

Mmm... whine for me, nerd ♥ See if I care...

...

... I know you love this.

Giving you the touch you've been craving...

... *finally* getting the acceptance you've always yearned for...

...

... feels like heaven, doesn't it? ♥

Hahah! ♥

...

... just melt for me, *loser*...

...

... sink into my chest...

...

... feel my body wrap you up....

...

... your big, *mean* bully... sharing her covers with you...

...

... luckiest little dweeb on the planet... ♥

...

... so cute...

... so peaceful...

...

... my little victim... ♥

... at last, in his rightful place... ♥

...

[Gentle forehead kisses, hair-brushing, ambiance, and playful insults (like "loser", "nerd", "baby", "cutie", for 3-4 minutes before slowly fading out]

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(voice is modulated; speaker is leaving a voice message over the phone. We hear a beep tone to indicate the message has started recording)

“Hey…. Sparrow.”

(...)

“I don’t know exactly what I want to say to you, now that I’m this deep in. I didn’t expect you to pick up, especially after how things went down... and… you didn’t, so nothing new there.”

(...)

“I’m in Moscow, right now. Well, by the time you listen to this, I probably won’t be anymore. It's actually a good thing you never answer your burner. Your handler definitely doesn’t agree with me there, but in this case, I guess it keeps us both out of deep water.”

(...)

“I guess there’s two reasons I wanted to talk to you. The first one is that you left a box of ammo under my pillow. Armor piercing rounds, which means I know it was you. I’m never going to use those, you know that right?”

(laughs)

“That’s probably why you did it. I just walked into my shitty little hotel room and flopped down and there it was. I thought that was funny, for the record, and also very melodramatic, which is sort of your brand. But… I also was sort of wondering if it had a double meaning. I don’t know.”

(mumbling)

“Maybe that’s a stupid thing to think. Like, that you might be leaving a paper trail for me. And I know you could have just left a casing if that was the goal, but I feel like you’re making fun of me by leaving the full box. I should probably scold you or something. That was sort of reckless, leaving a signature like that for anybody to follow you with. Leave no trace, remember?”

(laughs bitterly)

“Not your style, right?”

(...)

“Look, I should keep this short. The long story is for next time I see you in person.”

(...)

“...if I see you in person.”

(long pause, then speaker sighs)

“Fuck it.”

(...)

“I’m calling because I couldn’t sleep the night after what happened in Prague. Actually I haven’t slept at all since it happened. That’s probably why I’m being stupid enough to tell you… any of this.”

(...)

“This is hard for me to admit so… you better not be laughing at me when you get a chance to listen to this. But, hey, you can’t exactly blame me, between the ammo and… um…I mean look you were sending a lot of signals. I don’t know what to make of any of them, and I don’t like not knowing. Knowing is kind of my job. I’m really good at knowing things and then knowing what to do about those things and I’ve never been in a place where I didn’t just know what to do. It's usually so simple, right? We figure out the answers as we go and that’s enough to keep us alive.”

(breathes deeply)

“But, Sparrow, you kissed me.”

(...)

“And it wasn’t because you had to. It wasn’t for the cover, or to coerce me. I know it wasn’t, I mean, sure, maybe this is for the long game, but this is you. And you just… kissed me.”

(...)

“And honestly I reacted… really poorly. I wish I had done just about everything differently. I wish I had kissed you back, or said something. I kind of froze up, and that’s not a normal thing for me. You probably thought I hated you, but I was just confused. I wanted to apologize in person but by the time I’d wrapped my head around it… I mean you know what happened. Wasn’t the time or the place. It never is the time or place…”

(...)

“What I wanted to say about it doesn’t actually apply to us. It’s easy to make up this story where we meet up every few cities, and I chase you and you chase me back, and we kiss on every rooftop in Europe or something ridiculous. But that’s not how this is going to go. We have to be realistic. If we were lucky we could have a few days where we pretend all of that is possible. If we were very very lucky. I’ve been too lucky so far to think we have much of that left.”

(he swallows hard and says in a low voice)

“Reality is, they’re after you. After what you did, after what you did to help me. I’m sure you’ve figured that out by now, I don’t need to tell you. I saw the signs, I just… I didn’t realize until it was too late, and that was almost worse. I wanted it to be the kind of thing where I could take you away from it. After the kiss I mean… God. I’m so mixed up.”

(...)

“I’m sitting here thinking maybe I lost the only chance I had to say goodbye to you. And I want to know what you meant when you kissed me. Because if it was just that you were lonely, or confused I-”

(he sighs)

“I’m just sorry, Sparrow.”

(...)

“I hate that I don’t know how to make this work. I hate that it isn’t like in the movies, where we go off grid and live like that, in peace. They have our names, our serial numbers, every location we’ve been or will be for the rest of our lives. The contracts are set.”

(...)

“I think most of all, I hate that I’ll probably never get to know if you’ll even hear this message. I’m destroying this phone after I send it. Maybe that’s why I’m stalling. This feels like the last conversation we’re going to get to have and… you’re not even here to have it.”

(long pause. We hear birds chirping and cars in the background)

“Maybe, there was something else I wanted to say too. This is… hard for me. But I wanted to say thank you.”

(...)

“Thank you for running into me all the time. I know the first two times were coincidence but you definitely orchestrated the rest. And I was annoyed at first but then, obviously… you grew on me. I started to look forward to seeing you, I knew you’d always be there when I least expected you. Kind of contradictory, I know. You were the most consistent surprise I ever got.”

(...)

“I don’t know if it meant anything, to you, the way it did for me. Maybe, for you it’s just a game we played, and if that’s the case, we both had fun while it lasted. I don’t know if it’ll ever happen again. I don’t think it will.”

(...)

“When you live like this, you know all kinds of people, but you don’t really know anybody. The chances of us actually knowing each other were never good. It was too much to expect we had beat the odds on that front anyway.”

(long pause, then speaker says in a tone like he’s reluctantly admitting a secret)

“There was a long time there, before you, when I was alone. Just me and my handler, and a hundred miles between us. We barely spoke except to exchange updates or assignments. It was kind of pitiful, actually. I spent most of my time between assignments in motels and shitty apartments, eating canned chicken noodle soup and watching the news with this… really bitter paranoia. Everything was an enemy back then, and I didn’t even realize it. I looked out for myself because there was nobody there to do it for me…. Because I didn’t know that was something a person could want.”

(...)

“That was before you. And now, after you… feels like I’m never going to stop wanting it.”

(sighs)

“I think that’s it. That’s the part that’s hard for me to admit. It isn’t about the ammo, or the kiss, or bumping into you everywhere. It's the fact that I can’t let you go, and I should be able to. Detaching myself is the only reason I’m still doing this job. It's the only reason it can work long term for anybody. But you’re haunting me, and it doesn’t matter how far away I go, you’re always going to haunt me. Somewhere in my periphery, you’re there, but the problem is, you’re never here. With me.”

(groans)

“God, if anybody found out I was saying this to you… if they knew we’d ever even spoken…”

(...)

“But the truth is that I care about you, Sparrow. You probably think that’s stupid, just because of the kiss or because I’m lonely, but honestly I started caring a long time before that.”

(...)

“I wasn’t even going to call you but then I found the ammo and I just thought, maybe there’s a chance, even a tiny one, that I wasn’t making everything up.”

(...)

“And maybe, in another life, that’s true. In another life you probably would have picked up the phone and I wouldn’t have been able to say any of this, because I’d be too nervous, or too prideful, or just too stupid. I’d know your real name and you would know mine and we wouldn’t be like… this. I don’t want to be like this. Do you?”

(long pause, then speaker says awkwardly, and sadly)

“I guess I’m getting carried away, huh? I said what I wanted to say, and I don’t know if you’ll ever get a chance to hear it. I hope you do. And… I can’t protect you all the time but, if you ever need me, you know how to find me.”

(laughs)

“That’s a rare gift, so take advantage of it. I’ll be there, anytime.”

(...)

“Keep an eye out for me. I hope we can run into each other again sometime, by chance or design. But if we don’t, make sure to check under your pillow. You never know when you’ll be short a round, right?”

(...)

“Be safe, ok?”

(...)

“I’ll see you around, Sparrow.”

(line goes dead and we hear a humming, end scene)

"Maybe it's too much to ask, but could you love someone you might never see again? A few days after you kiss a fellow spy during a mission, he tries to convey what's on his mind." -BlackBladeScripts

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You are out camping with your childhood friend and the whole time it's been a bit awkward. Sure, she's always been a bit shy and weird, but today it feels different. You have the feeling this tomboy going to tell you something important during this trip.

Performance, key art, and some SFX by Nephii Nerine

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Script by PrinceInYellow
https://www.reddit.com/r/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/16hz4rp/f4a_your_shy_friend_confesses_during_a_camping/

You're at a halloween party when you spot a pretty girl in an angel costume across the room, but...wait...is she walking towards you...?

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Script Writer: u/International-Low-76

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Script by u/daliah

You’ve been having a really bad depressive episode—isolating yourself from the world, forgetting to eat, sleeping whenever you can—but in doing so, you also forget to actually answer the texts your partner has been sending. You don’t remember where you left your phone, and you finally remember your mistake once your partner comes to visit, worried about your absence.
TW: There are no verbal mentions to suicidal ideation but it is implied without spoken and given comfort for the listener wanting to "end it." - Gothic_Grace

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(SFX: the sea, the wind)

“hey, I was watching you sleep, you looked so peaceful”

“I knew coming here was the right idea, getting out of the city is good for you, specially lately”

“are you hungry, I was just thinking that we should get something to eat soon, there’s this restaurant I always go to whenever I’m here, is just a 30 minute ride, it’s not too fancy and the food is delightful”

“and there’s also a pretty good pizza place, we could order from there if you don’t want to go out”

“we’ll do whatever you want”

(“either works”)

“all right, you don’t have to decide right away, there’s still some time left in the day”

(nods)

“you have been so quiet today”

“what are you thinking?”

(“I don’t want to talk about it”)

“come on, you can tell me”

“if not to me then who?”

(“I was just thinking about my folks, is all”)

“your parents?”

(“yeah”)

“it was horrible what happened to your dad, just after the loss of your mother too”

“the doctors did everything they could for him, but sometimes it just isn’t enough”

(“I know, it’s just in my mind”)

“oh baby”

(kisses, kisses)

“don’t think about things like that”

“it’s only going to make you sad”

“we came to get things off your mind”

“once the night falls how about we take a walk on the beach?”

“we can actually see the stars in here, we could never in the city”

“would you like that?”

(“sure”)

“then again, it gets really cold in here at night”

“maybe we should just sit in the balcony and watch the night and the stars”

“with a campfire, we should get marshmallows too”

“I know this isn’t exactly camping but what’s stopping us from doing camping things?”

“since we are here, we should also take the sailboat, maybe tomorrow”

(“I don’t know how to sail”)

“I know how, I’ve been in competitions too”

(“I didn’t know that”)

“it’s just a thing people do when they have an upbringing like mine”

“we should also use the high-end grill my father insisted he was going to use, it would be a waste not to”

“ugh so many things I want us to do, why are we here only for the weekend?”

“we should stay longer, actually we really should”

“what’s stopping us from just moving here?”

“think about it, waking up everyday next to this beautiful sea, with the sound of the waves and the seagulls”

(“I don’t think that would be a good idea”)

“come on, this place goes unused most of the year, and my parents barely use it anymore, I’m sure I can convince my dad to let us stay”

(“I like the city, I can’t imagine living anywhere else”)

“you can’t imagine living anywhere but the city because you haven’t been in enough places”

“something that is going to change”

“after this we are going to Italy and then maybe Ibiza”

“I have always liked Singapore but maybe you would prefer Tokyo”

“and I know you have always wanted to go to Scotland, it’s not to early to look for venues for our wedding”

“trust me, this is only the first stop of the rest of our lives”

“but before that, how long should we stay here?”

“I think for now we should plan for the whole summer, if not a little longer”

(“I have to go back to work soon”)

“work? You mean your job?”

“I thought we agreed you would take a sabbatical?”

(“I don’t need a sabbatical”)

“you so do, you either don’t sleep, or don’t get up”

“you eat so little”

“and this is the longest conversation we have had in a while”

(“I’ll be fine once I have to get back to work”)

“they didn’t gave you nearly enough time to process things, why you wanna go back to it?”

(“I’ll get fired”)

“if they fire you when you are going through this I’m so suing them”

“you don’t need that job, no one even reads that magazine anyway, you should just work with my father like he keeps inviting you to”

(“what do I know of what he does?”)

“he would teach you everything about it, you would work directly under him”

“and before you say anything, it isn’t nepotism, because you deserve it, you are brilliant and you always put your all in everything you do, when it matters the most you are at your very best”

(…)

“we don’t have to talk about it now”

“but you are taking a sabbatical, that’s not up for discussion”

“say, how about I get you those new parts for your computer?

“the ones you wanted, if I order them now they would be waiting for you when we go back”

“would you like that?”

“or would you prefer a new console?”

“a special edition is coming out soon, isn’t it? I could pre order it for you”

“I know you already have the old version, but that one is old and this one is new”

“I’ll just get you both things”

(“you really don’t”)

“it’s okay, I want to, you would be happy to get them”

“right?”

(“sure”)

“and that is reason enough for me, but it’s not like I want nothing in return, I’ll be taking my payment in extra cuddles and kisses”

“and some other things, but they will come later”

(“say, can you have them send to my old address?”)

“your old place?”

“why do you want them sent there? Why would you want to go back there? It’s only going to depress you”

(“I’ll pick them up from there”)

“you’ll pick them up from there?”

(“along with other stuff?”)

“along with other things, what other things?”

“is it all the other presents I gave you that you just left there”

(“how do you…?”)

“I went there, I was looking for your beloved hoodie, you weren’t using the one I gave you, so I figured you didn’t liked it”

“so I thought I would surprise by getting your favorite for you”

“and what I found was at least a half a year of presents accumulating dust, some of them still in the box”

“and all of them things you assured me you loved when I got them for you, things you said you wanted so I got them for you, thought I was making you happy, but I wasn’t”

(“if you knew that, why do you keep doing it, why do you keep buying me stuff?”)

“I keep doing it because every time I do, you smile at me”

“and I know there is something missing from it”

“but it has been such a long time since I have seen you smile, so even if it’s a lie I treasure whenever you do”

“being with you makes me happy, I want to be with you always”

“so I just try to make you happy as happy as you make me”

“why can’t I?”

“what do I have to do?”

[end]

u/bisexualbee33

Word Count: 1913

Summary: The King you've been working for for two years learns about self harm and is furious that you would dare hurt yourself

Stage directions

*SOUND EFFECT* - sound effects

(...) - pause for listeners reaction

- script starts here -

*door opening*

“Forgive me for having the guards escort you here. They were not rough, were they? I commanded them to be gentle, but they are soldiers, not nursemaids, so you can only expect so much. And truly, it wouldn’t have been necessary if you had obeyed my rules.”

(...)

“Yes, my rules. And I must say I’m very disappointed my dear. And this wasn’t a small one. You were doing so well. I know your arrival here was a bit… Sudden two years ago, but you’ve served me well. Better than anyone would have expected. Yes, my court warned me about you; about how dangerous it was to take you in. That you don’t take assassins sent to kill you as courtiers like a peasant boy would take in a stray dog.

But you’ve served me well, haven’t you? You alone have saved my life more than any royal guard. Thwarting four assassination attempts, and one straight up coup? No one else has managed such a thing. I truly am impressed. You had earned my trust in a mere few months. More than anyone else has quite managed even now.

Guards, leave us. But stay outside the doors. If our guest leaves without me, stop them.”

*footsteps* *door closing*

“Now that we can speak without the crowd, I think I’m in a mood to reminisce.”

(...)

“Hm? Well, yes I did always love the sound of my own voice, but this is for your benefit too. I think you need a few reminders.

You’ve gotten quite far, haven’t you? Six months after you arrived, and saved me from that coup, I started loosening your leash. I gave you your own room, unguarded. I let you leave the castle by my side. Then a year ago I gave you full free reign to act on my behalf. To take out my enemies before they struck.

And how wonderful that was. Taking out any potential threats, leaving not a trace of yourself at the scene. It was exhilarating to watch. I can only imagine how much of a beast you before falling under me; how vicious you were under your guild; before they crossed me of course.

The only reason I even know it's you is because you ask before every kill. At least, after the whole Jeremiah situation. I suppose that was on me though.”

(...)

“Oh no I’m not mad about that. Never really was. In fact I much prefer his son, the new Duke, he’s far easier to manipulate. Sure I had to find someone else to take care of the rebellion, but it all worked out. I’m not angry.

You always recognized threats faster than anyone else. I’ve learned to trust your judgment. Every time you bring someone to my attention they always turn out to be a danger. Not once have you been. It would be suspicious under any other circumstances. In fact I was suspicious for a little bit; that's why I always sent others to investigate. And they’ve always found the same things you have, and then even more evidence.

I’ve grown to trust you. Which is why I am very disappointed now.”

(...)

“Don’t worry; I’ll explain. You know how protective I am of my things. Well, perhaps possessive is a better word. It hardly matters; I am the king, am I not? I’ve earned that right.

No one dares touch what is mine without paying the price. You know this well, do you not?”

(...)

“You say that, you say you know, so why did you assume you’d be an exception? That you had the right to harm what was mine and would go unpunished?”

(...)

“What am I talking about? Darling, I know you’ve been getting injured a lot more than you let on. I’ve been ignoring this; you have been going to my medic in secret after all. Of course I did tell you when you first arrived to tell me if you so much as get plucked by a thorn in the gardens.

You never did. But I, foolishly, allowed you to break this rule. I ought to have been harsher about this, but you did seek my medic out and I didn’t want to discourage such things.”

(...)

“Oh yes, did you truly think he kept such things a secret? Even if you did ask? No, I knew since the very first time you sought him out, two months in your stay, to patch you up after the altercation you had with that guard. He told me that night, and asked what to do.

Of course I told him to treat you as if you were me, with the utmost care; but to tell me every single time you needed help. Which he did faithfully. Every cut, every bruise, every sniffle, he told me. I knew about all of them.”

(...)

“Yes, you’re starting to realize now. Only last night you came to him with a new cut you just couldn’t deal with on your own, after three months of not visiting him. One on your arm. A very even, purposeful cut. Not from a fight, but self-inflicted.”

(...)

“He also said there were others along with it. Many others. But, you are right. He could be lying. Luckily for me there is a very easy way to prove such a thing. Roll up your sleeves. Prove him a liar. And I will have him dismissed immediately.”

(...)

“Oh? You won’t? Darling I’m not really asking.”

(...)

“You don’t want him fired? Darling, why not? Didn’t he betray your trust? Perhaps the next doctor I hire will be better at keeping secrets. And if he is lying, you really should want him gone. So, show me.”

(...)

“I truly was not asking. Roll up your sleeves, or I’ll call those guards standing outside the door to hold you still while I do it myself. Your choice.”

(...)

*fabric rustling*

“Hm. He did warn me, but those are a bit deep. So it is true.”

(...)

“You understand why I’m disappointed, correct? Why I must tighten your leash after this?”

(...)

*laugh* “You think its okay because its only you being hurt? Darling, it would have been better if it was someone else. If you maimed your personal servant because you didn’t like the color of her dress, then I would have nodded and changed up the castle's uniforms to suit your taste. If you cut out a marquess’ tongue because their voice annoyed you I would have laughed and agreed. If you killed a foreign envoy in front of the entire royal court I would have sworn them to secrecy and helped you cover your tracks.

Because none of them are mine. They are my subjects, yes, but they are not mine. Not in the way you are. You belong to me. And I don’t let anyone hurt what belongs to me.”

(...)

“What happens now? What do you think? You saw what I did to that servant who tried to steal my mothers jewelry. And you’re the one who took it upon yourself to get rid of that traitor last year. You know I don’t take these things lightly.”

(...)

“Yes, punishment, but no. I’m not going to hurt you. That would defeat the purpose, would it not? And in truth I don’t think it would help.

I do have something in mind. But perhaps, if you give me an explanation, I can soften it a bit? You’re going to be punished either way, but I can be merciful.”

(...)

“Oh? No answer? That’s fine. I’ll get one eventually. But my main concern is that you, someone who knows me so very well and knows exactly what is important to me, forgot that you were something important.

And if you forget, then what of my courtiers? Will they also forget? Will they think it’s okay to lay their pretty little hands on you?

I simply can not have that. So here’s what we’re going to do. Just so everyone remembers your place and who you belong to.”

(...)

“You can defend yourself?” *laugh* “Oh darling, no you can not. Or more accurately, you won’t. No more missions, no more running around and taking care of my enemies in the shadows. I do have others for that. None as competent as you, but even if they’re half as effective then the jobs will get done.

I think that’s quite enough of that for the time being. Your only job is to be on my arm, by my side, always. There will never be a time you’re away from me. You’ll even be sharing my bed at night. Just like when you insisted on last year, when you were convinced the Macaques was going to make an attempt on my life.

You were right, but you won’t be guarding me this time. I have soldiers for that and they really ought to get some more practice. You’ve been taking all the work of the household guard.

But no more. You won’t leave my side until I’m convinced you’ve learned your lesson. And I’m a very hard person to convince of anything. So you’re going to be at my side for quite awhile. So come here darling. Come to me.”

(...)

“Well at least you mostly remember your place. But come closer. Sit on my lap. You’ve been so busy we’ve barely had any time alone. No wonder you forgot your place.”

*fabric rustles*

“Have you gotten thinner? I swear you used to weigh more than this. In fact, I think I’ll call that doctor into our room tonight. Have him look over you properly, to my satisfaction; not just patching up your scars. A thorough examination. I want to see how badly you’ve hurt yourself; directly or through neglect doesn’t matter. You’re still going to be punished, this will only change how severely.”

*fabric rustles*

“Oh? Did I hear you correctly? Did you truly ask me why keep you around if you’re not useful? Surely I misheard. You would never say something so foolish, right?”

(....)

*laugher* “Doubling down? I really should have put you back in your place months ago darling, if this is the nonsense you’re saying now.

Tell me, does the crown upon my head need to prove it’s worth? Or is it just inherently precious?”

(...)

“Correct. Now, if someone had scratched it, or tried to steal it, they’d be punished very harshly, would they not be?”

(...)

“Good, you understand the concept at least. Some things are just precious, and made to be adored. And you’re one of them.

In truth I’d be a lot less angry if someone damaged my crown then I would be if they laid their hands on you. My crown is just some jewelry. It’s boring. The reason it's valuable is because of what it represents, not any great emotion on my part. You’re far more important, darling.

You’re not here to kill for me, even if it is beautiful to watch. Nor are you here to weed out traitors and spies, no matter how impressive. You’re here to be adored. And you can’t very well do that when you’re sulking in the shadows where no one can see you.

Darling, no wonder you forgot your place. There was no one to remind you. But that’s okay. I won’t ever let you or anyone else forget how precious you are ever again.”

I've only been in the VA game for the past few months.

Just seeing what are some comparison analytics from others so maybe I can learn a bit?

New channel 600 subs, 30% viewer retention rate on average.

Here's the script link, enjoy! https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vQ0s6kCPmtEJA3A7Q0dDb3x6nYpQD1o8JfwBI6bx6dnyds5Ynm8MIbHxAYeUC6XEQBvUUG9AxtGzqii/pub

As usual, my rules are linked on the script :)

I'm trying to post once a week or so, but idk if I'll actually be able to stick to that... I'll try tho!