I Can Try To Come Up With A Prompt For You // Open

So… I've decided to try my hand at this. I seem to be pretty decent at this, given that I have plenty of specific information you'd like about the prompt. And please let me know how many characters you want in it, and whether you want it to be a prompt for a book or a short story, ect. or a rp. The difference is that a rp prompt needs to have at least two different characters in it.

Requirements:

• You must supply the following information: Number of characters, genre of prompt, prompt for a book/short story/ect. or rp, and any other specific information that you think might be useful. Remember, the more specific you get, the easier it is for me!
• You must also be willing to be patient, as if I get a lot of requests, I'm not going to be doing them all at once. In fact, I might do one, and then wait maybe a day or so and then do another. So, if I don't get to you right away, don't get mad at me.

That's it! So, uh… have fun!

Great! I'll start working on this, but just to clarify, this isn't a romance prompt?

"Hi!" the girl announced brightly, holding out a piece of paper and a marker. "I'm a huge fan! Could you sign the paper?" she asked, her eyes full of hope. "Please?" she added, as an afterthought. The man she was offering the paper to turned around to look at her. He was wearing a big, black, cloak and large sunglasses. He was one of the world's most famous detectives, although he had taken every precaution possible. He was even wearing a fake beard! He didn't know how it was possible that the little girl, who looked to be about ten years of age, had recognized him. "Little girl, how are you so sure that I am what you think I am?" he asked, his brow furrowing in confusion. This was a dangerous location. Looking around, he didn't see any other kids around, either. She shouldn't be here. She was in deep danger. "Little girl, you shouldn't be here. How did you get here? Nevermind, whether or not I know how you got there, that won't change anything about how I can help protect you.

Is this good?

No problem! Anytime! ^^

yeah of course! any particular plot in mind?

cool
i'll start work

"Of course, Father," the man bowed in respect and turned to leave.
"Oh, and before you go- don't get into trouble again, not like last time," his father called out just before he left.
He paused and looked back. "I won't. Seriously," he replied in an annoyed tone. You can do this. All it is is one simple theft. No big deal, he thought to himself. But first- stop in at the bar. He spent quite a bit of time at the bar, actually. But though no matter how much he tried to not be nervous, he couldn't help it. He'd messed up so many times before, this was his last chance.

Hey, is this good? Let me know if it needs any editing!

awww i'm flattered!
no problem, anytime! ^^

For what? Did you want me to come up with a prompt that would fit the characters?
If so, did you want it to be romance, and what kind of genre?

Oh that's fine!

oh-
hecc its been revived

could you clarify? what kinda crime prompt?

hmmm
that's not really a lot to work off of-
could you provide any more information?

ahhhhh as title suggests, i'm not very good at this kinda thing-
that's kinda why i asked for any specifics

well, i'll try to come up with something, can't promise it will, and i quote, "rewrite the stereotypes," because i have absolutely no experience in writing crime and a lot of other genres, actually eek

So,,, this turned out to be more horror-type than I initially expected, but I'll roll with this for now. Please do let me know if this isn't the kinda thing you wanted. I decided to end it there because it left more room open for interpretation.

"911, how can we help you?"

The voice sounded genderless, robotic, even. She thought she'd gotten past the wall of robots and maybe she'd be able to talk to an actual human. "I-" she began, glancing behind her briefly. The body of a man appearing to be in his early twenties or so lay on the ground, eyes glazed over and his body twisted into an unnatural state. "There's been a murder…. and I think it was done by a robot. A killer robot, to be exact," she finally explained.

"I'll send a police team right over to you," the voice said in response. "Stay on the line for me until they come, okay?"

She nodded stiffly. Having finally said the words out loud, it was suddenly all too real. Killer robots. What if she'd still been talking to a robot? What if the police team that were supposed to come were all robots? She couldn't stop thinking about all the possible scenarios that could go wrong. Maybe she'd made a mistake calling 911. Maybe she should've gone straight to the police station first.

So,,, this turned out to be more horror-type than I initially expected, but I'll roll with this for now. Please do let me know if this isn't the kinda thing you wanted. I decided to end it there because it left more room open for interpretation.

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"911, how can we help you?"

The voice sounded genderless, robotic, even. She thought she'd gotten past the wall of robots and maybe she'd be able to talk to an actual human. "I-" she began, glancing behind her briefly. The body of a man appearing to be in his early twenties or so lay on the ground, eyes glazed over and his body twisted into an unnatural state. "There's been a murder…. and I think it was done by a robot. A killer robot, to be exact," she finally explained.

"I'll send a police team right over to you," the voice said in response. "Stay on the line for me until they come, okay?"

She nodded stiffly. Having finally said the words out loud, it was suddenly all too real. Killer robots. What if she'd still been talking to a robot? What if the police team that were supposed to come were all robots? She couldn't stop thinking about all the possible scenarios that could go wrong. Maybe she'd made a mistake calling 911. Maybe she should've gone straight to the police station first.

Thankyou! I shall make the best of it :)

no problem !

Pain. That is my everyday life. Ever since Mom died, Dad's been consuming so much alcohol I swear it's unhealthy for him. But he doesn't really go to work anymore, so I had to drop out of school in order to even live. But still, at only 15, who's going to give a kid an actual job? I'm a tutor, except that the parents don't pay me much, considering they probably think it's just a side job. It's not enough, though, clearly. And then there's [insertnamehere]. Poor girl, she barely gets enough as is. She's my little sister, 10 years younger than me. We have almost nothing now. Whatever food I can buy, I give it to her, and me? I'll just live off whatever I can get, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if she didn't get enough.

But if I don't survive, than who'll keep her alive? Well, that's why I'm running from the police now. Was forced to end up stealing several hundred dollars from both my dad and one of the tutor families. (They asked me to babysit their 8-year old while they were away for the hour.) Things are hard enough as it is, but maybe if I can find a place to clean up and change clothes, and maybe get a haircut, I won't be recognisable anymore. Change my name, yeah? Just gotta keep going… for [insertnamehere]… keep on going…

But it's so hard. It's so fucking hard to do, I'm so exhausted. I'm tired of pretending. Tired of pretending everything's okay when it's fucking not. I'll be okay eventually, though, right? After all, I've gotta keep going for [insertnamehere]. Besides, soon enough I'll turn 16. Finally old enough for one of those shitty McDonald's jobs, but good enough. Though, I'll have to figure out what to do with her…

Oh well, I'll figure it out when I get there. For now, having her tag along is fine enough. Besides, I've taught her to stay quiet during work. With spare change I get leftover from food, I grab colouring books sometimes for her to colour, with the ten crayons we've collected during the past two weeks. Surprising the amount of things people just leave on the streets. We'll make it through, [insertnamehere]. And if it comes to it, I'll give my life if it means you'll live. Keep on going, [insertnamehere]. Stay strong.

oh boy
certainly didn't mean to turn that into four paragraphs
kinda added a smol twist there
but i hope it's okay?
i'm bad with titles tho, sry
@@Kylie