#audio scripts

[dominimoonbeam]

Not a question but… I read one of your darlingxsam fics awhile ago on ao3 and then a few months later I saw you credited under jouska’s video and when I say I lost my shit when I realized those amazing works of fiction were both from you!! I absolutely adoreee start dust and cosmic and I’ve had a blast reading the non-audio version too!! Anyway thanks for the amazing work and always somehow knowing exactly what i want to happen lmao🫶🫶

Thank you so much! This made my morning! I really loved writing the audio scripts and am hoping to do more this year. Stardust and Cosmic is so much fun to write from a script to full scenes. It's another new experience in writing and I am looking forward to continuing it!

Hope you're having a great day!

Thanks again for the kind words. <3 <3

[winged-unicorn-trash-can]

[M4F] Ill Met by Moonlight - Part Two  [M4A] [Fantasy-themed roleplay] [Drama] [Romance] [Inner-monologue] [Reverse Care]

Storyline- After the witch, Lucas, had found his sacrifice, he puts her to rest, and then he himself goes to sleep. After all, there are now only a few days left until the new moon and the night of the ritual. After a strange dream, Lucas awakes to find the Listener in good spirits and their leg nearly healed. Which was odd because Lucas had yet to fully heal that leg. As the two talk over breakfast, the Witch begins to worry if he can keep his little bird still in her cage.

Part One

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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[ There is a calm and soft wind blowing by; it's a spring morning, and the birds are singing off in the design. Someone is brushing Lucas's hair and humming ]

Lucas: [ In a soft tone, not sad but a little disappointed ] This is a dream… isn't it

Beloved: [ A little giggle ] Yes, I am afraid so. Are you disappointed?

Lucas: [ Deep sigh ] No…When I see your face, how can I be?

Beloved: Good, [ She leans down and kisses his head ] then let this dream continue in sweet bliss~

Lucas: For now, but it won't be a dream for long; I promise you

Beloved: [ Her tone of voice is soft but worried ] Lucas…please don't

Lucas: [ Nerves laugh ] What? What are you talking about?

Beloved: This ritual of yours, don't do it…please…

Lucas: But I'm doing it for you, for us. No longer will you haunt me in dreams, but you will be by my side, in flesh and blood!

Beloved: [Sad and worried] Lucas, please…

Lucas: It will be just like the days before [Pause, then said softer] before I lost you! We will be happy!

Beloved: [Angry sounding] Lucas!

[Beloved's voice is drowned out as there is a clap of thunder, startling Lucas awake]

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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-

[A soft, forest-like soundscape, bubbling brook and birds singing. That fades out as a thunderstorm rolls in. Then, a very loud crack of thunder startled Lucas awake. ] 

-The alternative opening ends here-

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Lucas: [Frantic] My Love!!

[There is a storm outside Lucas's cottage. The Cat meows in response]

Lucas: [Confused] That…that cat from before? [Takes a deep breath] How on earth did you get in here, my friend?

[Cat meows and hops off the bed; Lucas follows them into the kitchen where Listener is cooking]

Lucas: [Slightly surprised] My-my dear? What on earth are you doing up? You-You should be resting that leg of yours.

Lucas: [To himself] Her leg healed faster than I thought…I was sure I didn't focus on the healing spell that long-

[Lucas's stomach growls]

Lucas: [Slightly embarrassed] Ah! Forgive me...might I know what it is that you are making? It smells wonderful!

[Listener answers, they are making pancakes]

Lucas: Pancakes? [Surprise chuckle] Well, that is something I haven't had in many years; I tend to make simpler things for breakfast, porridge, and the like.

[More kitchen noise, the kitchen utensils taping on plates as pancakes are transferred onto a plate]

Lucas: Well, they look wonderful-

[Lucas gets cut off as Listener lightly smacks his hand away from the plate]

Lucas: [Caught off guard] Wh-what was that for? I thought you were done?

[Listener speaks]

Lucas: [Being shooed off] Okay, okay, I'll go sit down! [Slightly playful] Forgive me, my dear. I didn't take you for the bossy type.

[Kitchen sounds]

Lucas: [Inner thoughts] Something strange is at play here [Pause] That spell was only to ease the pain, but she still has a limp, so perhaps-[Cut off]

[Cat meows]

Lucas: [Annoyed 'Tsk]

Lucas: [Clearing his throat] My dear, how are you feeling? How is your leg?

[Listener speaks]

Lucas: Still sore, I see, Well! Then allow me to make you an herbal blend! Something that will help.

Lucas: [Inner thoughts] And something that should put you right back into that bed! I will not have you escape my grasp, not when the ritual night is close!

[Lucas gets up and walks over to his glass containers. Glass being moved around]

Lucas: [Under his breath] Damn it!

[Listener speaks]

Lucas: What? No-no, it's nothing. I just need to go out into the garden and restock a few herbs for that blend.

[Listener speaks]

Lucas: Ah, don't worry, my dear, the rain won't cause me to melt! [Short Laugh] I will be fine!

[Lucas walks, opens a door to the stormy outside, and walks out into the garden.]

Lucas: [Mumbling, annoyed]

[Rustling of plants, sudden thunderclap, and strike of lightning on a tree. A Branch falls onto Lucas]

Lucas: [Cry of pain] Ah!

[Ringing ears and the rest of the sounds have been muffled for a moment]

[Listener comes running out of the house]

Lucas: [Struggling a little] N-no, I am fine, just go back into the cottage- [Sharp intake] Ah! My-my damn shoulder!

[Listener tries to help]

Lucas: I said I was fine! I don't need help with my- [Angry] Don't touch me!! Get away from me! Go!

[Lucas shoves Listener and is trying to get to his feet, only to stumble and fall again]

Lucas: [Frustrated] Ah! Damn it!!

[Pause]

Lucas: [Bitter] I told you to leave me…

[Listener helps Lucas to his feet and leads him back into the cottage. Sitting him down on a chair, the fire sounding a little louder]

Lucas: What is that smell- [Shocked] The fire!

[Listener quickly runs over, trying to put the fire out, which they succeed in]

Lucas: [Bitter] What beautiful blessings the sprites give me! First, my shoulder, and now you almost burn my house down!

Lucas: [Sharp intake of air] N-no, I don't think it's broken.

[Shirt being removed]

Lucas: Wh-what are you doing?! I can remove my own shirt!

Lucas: [Grunting in pain, struggling with the Shirt] S-see?! [Letting out a gasp] Alright [Pause], fine, could you…please help…

[Shirt removed]

Lucas: [Grunt in pain] Y-yes, that doesn't look good-Ahh! Don't touch it!

[Footsteps]

Lucas: Where are you going?

[Glass containers being moved]

Lucas: [Taken aback] Well, yes, arnica and moon moss do work well with swelling

[Water being poured, and a wooden bowl is scraped, then the paste is applied to Lucas's shoulder]

Lucas: [Wince] N-no, you are being gentle. I just didn't realize how cold moon moss could be.

[Listener whispers something]

Lucas: [Surprises] What did you say?

[Listener says nothing, walking away]

Lucas: [Inner thought] That was most definitely a-[Cut himself off] No, no, that's not possible. No mortal would dare utter something like that, especially a child of a Witch Hunter. And yet…

Lucas: [Taking a sigh] Tell me, where did you learn about moon moss? It's not a common herb used by most mort-[Clearing throat] by most people. I once heard the Council call it the "Devil's Tears."

[Listener speaks]

Lucas: A friend? Keeping odd company, I see [Chuckle]

[Listener frowns]

Lucas: W-wait! I meant no offenses. I'm [Pause and sigh] sorry, I am sorry for many things. My actions towards you have been very uncalled for. I had no right to shove you like that or..or yell at you. And I am sorry my own brashness caused you to burn that wonderful breakfast.

[Plate being placed on the table]

Lucas: You say it's still salvageable? My dear, I say this with as much respect as I can muster. It looks like dragon droppings.

[Pause, before laughter]

Lucas: [Laughing] No? Then, by all means, why not take a bite?

[Pause, before crunchy chewing]

Lucas: [Playful] My dear, it looks like you are trying to swallow gravel. It hurts too much to watch, please. Stop.

Lucas: I can see that smile; you know I'm right

[Listener speaks]

Lucas: No, no, please don't apologize. It's quite alright. Here, let me check in the- [Tries to stand up, only wince in pain] Ah! Turned too quickly on that one.

[Listener speaks]

Lucas: I was trying to get up and see if I still had my jar of dried fruits in the pantry.

[Listener walks to the pantry and opens the door]

Lucas: My dear, please, let me look for them. I am the one who should be looking after you, not the other way around.

[Listener says they don't mind]

Lucas: Well, if you insist.

[Listener walks back over and opens the jar]

Lucas: [Deep breath] Ah, apricots, I haven't had these in ages, in fact [Pause, softly] I think this the last jar they made [Trail off]

[Listener asks if "they" was the one that used to go to the festival with]

Lucas: [Softly] Yes…they were the ones I used to go to the festival with [Pause], the one that isn't around anymore. Yes.

[Listener asks if they are dead]

Lucas: [Getting a little more upset] Yes, they died

[Listener asks how]

Lucas: [Upset] What are you?! A Red Inquisitor?! What business of yours to pry and pry!!?

[Listener apologizes, and saying they understand]

Lucas: No! No, you don't understand! You understand nothing!! [Braking down] You don't know what it's like to be helpless! You don't know what it's like to be afraid! To return to a pile of ash that was the home you had built together! To see…to see a corpse so bloated as it hangs in the tree that you can't even recognize those eyes you fell in love with! You understand nothing!

[Getting to his feet, wincing in pain]

Lucas: [Inner thought] But you will. I'll make you understand!

[Walking into another room, slamming the door, leaving Listener alone]

End of Part 2

[writerofweird]

Body and Soul for Scripts for the NHS I have adapted my short story Body and Soul into a royalty-free audio script for Smith Scripts' "Scripts for the NHS".

[solluxva-blog]

Want a Script?

Since I plan to voice act, as well as write scripts… I figured I should ask you guys what you want to see! You can either ask or message me the details!

Characters I will write for: (Since this is a mainly Homestuck blog…) ~Gamzee ~Sollux ~Karkat ~Eridan ~Tavros ~Roxy ~Cronus ~Kankri

Ships I will write for: ~Erisol ~Gamtav ~Cronkri ~Croxy

These are the characters! Now when it comes to topics I don't mind writing SFW or NSFW, just tell me what you want before I write the script :) If you want it privately, I will message you the script. If not I will post it to my page. Once it is posted anyone can use it.

I will add more to this list in the future, but this is it as of now :)

[dominimoonbeam]

I know that youve been working on slasher 101 (which is AMAZING btw). But is there anything else happening with the adventures of cosmic and stardust? Im just asking bc its my absolute favorite series youve written.

Thank you, anon!! I'm glad you're liking it. I've got an update written and on Jouska's desk for recording now, and planning a finale after that one. So there should be two more updates on the story!

I'm turning the audio script into a book too. It's a lot of fun to work on since the scenes are already mapped in this format.

Thank you for asking and I'm so happy you're enjoying it! <3

[winged-unicorn-trash-can]

[A4A] Blood Tide: Version Two [Dishonored inspired] [Personal Attention] [Reverse comfort] [Gothic] [Dark Fantasy]

So this script is a little different, I couldn't decide which versions I should post, so instead, I wrote two different versions~

Version One: https://www.tumblr.com/winged-unicorn-trash-can/706928465428037632/a4a-blood-tide-version-one-dishonored?source=share

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 the poor soul you fished out of the water. It seemed they saw something they shouldn't have, listened to whispers that weren't meant for their ears. And they were left to float in the canal with their spouse and children.

But fortune smile’s on the fool…or at least something does. And these old spirits whisper to you and your fellow people that they have plans for this poor fool. And so, tend to their wounds. Ready to tell them when they awake, there is much to be done.

[This script is heavily inspired by the game "Dishonored," but don't worry if you have never played the game ((even tho you should cuz it's awesome)) if ya like Gothic/Dark Fantasy with just a hint of Lovecraft, you are in the right place]

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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[There 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; the Listener is struggling to stand up on the sandy shore]

[There is a flash of sounds, like a scream and a gunshot, before a splash of water. The Listener's heart is beating fast as they fall onto their knees]

Distorted Voice: 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.

[Listener Speaks]

Distorted Voice:  Ode to you, small one of flesh. Your fear humbles us.

[Listener Speaks]

Distorted Voice:  What are we? Compared to what you once were? Nothing. Compared to what you are now? A God…

[Listener Speaks]

Distorted Voice:  To help your fragile understanding, yes, a God.

[Listener Speaks]

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

[Listener Speaks]

Distorted Voice:  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.

[Listener Speaks]

Distorted Voice:  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 Listener 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]

Fi/Finn:   [Gasped, startled by the Linster waking up]  You are awake… [Softer, almost chanting]  Whispers Songs to the Wick, Whispers Songs to the Wick.

[Listener speaks, sounds of fabric russelting]

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

[Listener falls out of bed, struggling to get away from them. Only to come face to face with a mirror]

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

[Listener begins to freak out]

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]  

[Listener seems to be struggling]

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

[Listener finally calms down]

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

[Fi/Finn wraps a blanket around Listener]

Fi/Finn:  Yes, it's a blanket…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. Tell me, do you remember your name? Do you remember anything at all?

[Listener speaks but then begins to freak out a little]

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. Remember, what was the last you can recall before this moment?

[Listener speaks]

Fi/Finn:   [Repeating]  You and your entire family were invited by the Count of Dunshire for a party he was throwing. That is a good start, but do you remember what happened to them, to your family?

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

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

[Lisinter is struggling to breathe again]

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

[Listener finally comes, then asks why they couldn't have been the one that died]

Fi/Finn:  You did die alongside them.

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

Fi/Finn:  Here, drink this

[Listener does not want to]

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

[Lisinter spits some of it out]

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

[Listener asks if it's poison]

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.

[Listener speaks]

Fi/Finn:   [Repate]  You'll drink all of it if I start explaining what is going on. [Pause] That's fair enough, but that cup better be empty by the time I finish.

[Listener agrees]

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.

[Listener asks why only they were brought back to life]

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.

[Listener asks how long they had been dead]

Fi/Finn:  How long have you all been dead?  [Pondering]  Well, someone reported you missing about a month ago. Perhaps since then, maybe even longer. It was an absolute pain to stitch your new limbs back together.

[Listener in shock]

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.

[Listener speaks]

Fi/Finn:   [Slightly hesitant]  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.

[Listener speaks and is angry, trying to stand]

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;

[Listener wants to stand]

[Rustling of fabric as Listener helps Edmund/Edith to their feet, only for them they want to sit after popping a stitch]

Fi/Finn:  You think you popped a stitch? Let me see, let me see  [Sets Listener down on the bed]  Hmmm…yes, you tore some; just sit here

[Sound of a bed being sat on, and 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.

[Listener speaks]

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

[Listener speaks as Fi/Finn finishes resewing the stitching]

Fi/Finn:  [Soft laugh]  I am but a seamstress regarding your resurrection; it was not me who brought you back. It was The Wick

[Listener speaks about the Wicker Children]

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.

[Listener speaks]

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

[Listener speaks and apologizes]

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?

[Listener speaks]

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

[Listener speaks]

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

[Listener says no and tries to stand up only to fall off the bed]

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

[Listener says they are okay]

Fi/Finn:  Here, let me help you up

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

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

[Listener says that "look" as Fi/Finn walks around the room]

Fi/Finn:   [Grumbled]  I'm not disappointed in you!

[Listener speaks]

Fi/Finn:  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?

[Listener speaks, agreeing slightly]

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. 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 your and our family's blood.

[Listener speaks as Fi/Finn walks up to them]

Fi/Finn:  Take this

[Listener speaks as Fi/Finn hands them a mask]

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

[Listener speaks]

Fi/Finn:  A dead man should stay dead. The mask will make sure it stays that way.

[Listener speaks about their family]

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.

[Listener stands up]

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

The End

[dominimoonbeam]

heyy how's your sunday going?? I was just wondering about the stardust and cosmic scripts and if there's going to be a finale??

There absolutely is! There's another part finished and with Jouska now and then I'm going to write a finale for it after that one! Thank you so much for the wonderful questions. My Sunday has just started but this instantly made it a good start.

[winged-unicorn-trash-can]

[Audio Script] Little Fangs [M4A] [F4A] [A4A] [Strangers to Family][I mean, it’s kinda like adoption] [ Personal Attention] [Child-Listener] [Death (for a short bit)] [Blood Drinking] [Slight Gore][Wholesome]

Storyline: Welcome to the foggy streets of Victorian England, we have plagues, the industrial revolution is going full steam and how can it be good old London without vampires! Which you happen to be~ But it's a lonely life you know, a few years back you lost the only mortal you ever loved, so many plans for a new life dashed away like a glass on the floor. A friend of yours decided to drag your depressed butt out of your manor and into the nightlife to get drunk! On blood of course, and so, they take you to the local hospital. But while your friend goes on snacking, you hang back in a small ward that is filled with nothing but death. It's there you meet a dying child, their fever causing such a delusion that the poor thing thinks you are an angel there to take them away. Maybe you’ll be their angel of death…or maybe you are something else.

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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[In the foggy streets of London, the night is quiet as two pairs of footsteps echo on the cobblestones]

Onna/Oris: [Deep sigh] I don't know…It doesn't feel right. Are you sure the Order of the Golden Moon hasn't caught on to this little feast of yours?

Vamp. Friend: Come now! Those hunters are too busy with that ghoul outbreak to worry about some patients at a hospital looking slightly paler than usual.  Besides, It's been like…what? Thousands of years since you were turned?

Onna/Oris: 1044 years, if I must be precise.

Vamp. Friend: Exactly, and you haven't gotten drunk since!

Onna/Oris: [Sounding a little more cheerful] Need I remind you I grew up in a village of Vikings… I've had enough mead to last me this cursed lifetime and then some.

Vamp. Friend: And need I remind you, rotten honey is not the same as glorious ale…, and it's nothing like the feeling of drugged blood in your stomach!

Onna/Oris: [Trying to sound excited, but their heart just isn't in it]  If you say so…

[Silent for a moment as the two near the hospital]

Vamp. Friend: [Trying to make themselves sound sympathetic, as they care for Onna/Oris] I was getting worried about you, Onna/Oris. It's…uh… it's been a decade you know…since…since they passed.

Onna/Oris:  [Sounds as if they have been telling themselves that every single day] Ten years, three months, and a day…

Vamp. Friend: And you just stayed inside your manor, all that time. Your servants told me just kept feasting on little rodents and sleeping in their crypt most days and by night you just stayed in the manor's attic …it wasn't healthy! Us vampires, we move one! That's what we do best!

Onna/Oris : But how can I move on, after…after all the dreams we had!? [Seems to be happy for a split second while remembering] We were going to start a family…and I saw it all, little feet running through the hallways, readings stories before they slept [Back to sad thoughts] Now the hallways are empty…and quiet…and there's nothing but a broken crib in a half-painted room to remember any of them by…

Vamp. Friend: Onna/Oris…you…you can still start a family, you still deserve to be happy even if they are gone. You wouldn't be doing anything wrong… [Starts to sound a little nervous] I'm… I'm sorry, this was an awful idea. You haven't had human blood in years and…and I shouldn't have said- [cut themselves off] if you wish to go home, I won't stop you.

Onna/Oris: [Doesn't want to upset their friend] Oh no, no! I'm grateful for the invitation, honestly! It's been a while since we've had a good hunt together.

Vamp. Friend: [Sounding relieved that Onna/Oris is not upset, and happily moves on] Oh, I wouldn't call it a hunt, more like a buffet if I'm being honest. But you'll love it either way!

[The footsteps stop as the two arrive at the hospital]

Vamp. Friend: [Voice a little darker, and hungry] Speaking of which, here we are. I'll see you inside; bon appetit my friend~

[The friend seems to dart and climb up the hospital wall, disappearing into an open window]

Onna/Oris: [To themselves] Well, let's see…That window seems to be slightly open, could be an excellent place to start.

[Onna/Oris climb up the hospital wall, and opens a window to a cold, and dark room]

Onna/Oris: [To themselves, holding back from having to throw up] That stench! Rot…and decay? What kind of room is this? Surely it's not the morgue…no…no there are beds here, but the bodies in them…they are so small…are these children?

[Footsteps slowly walking on the old wooden floors. Onna/Oris bends down to check the pulse of a figure on one of the beds]

Onna/Oris: [To themselves] Dead… you poor thing. I don't drink living children's blood at the best of times, but to drink dead blood? [Disgusted at the thought] No. It is bitter and thick…and so… [growling slightly] vile. Hum, this room has nothing for me, it's best I move on-

[A small cough and voice from the Listener catches Onna/Oris's attention, who stumbles back in surprise]

Onna/Oris: [ Surprised and a little awkward] A-ah! Good, good evening, little one; I didn't mean to wake you…I uhm, I was only-

[Listener cuts in and says they know who they are]

Onna/Oris: [Nerves] Y-you know who I am? Little one…please, don't be frightened of me, I-

[Listener cuts in and says that Onna/Oris is an angel]

Onna/Oris: [Confused] A-an angel?

[Onna/Oris walks over to the Listener, then sits at the foot of their bed]

Onna/Oris: You think I am an angel?  Why- [The Listener tries to sit up] Oh no! Please, little one, please do not strain yourself, lay back down, ple-

[The Listener is taken with a coughing fit]

Onna/Oris: [Concerned] Ah! Please, lay down, lay down! Th-that's it, nice and slow…I wish I had some water I could offer…maybe, maybe I could go find some for you-

[Listener says no, they are frightened]

Onna/Oris : You…you don't want me to leave?

Onna/Oris: [To themselves] They look so frightened…and the blood coming from their mouth…it smells so rotten. [Sad tone] Please…I can't go through this again. I'm sorry child, but please, don't make me stay! I-I need to leave…

[ Listener says something, reaching out and grabbing onto Onna/Ori's sleeve]

Onna/Oris: Ah!...you?…why are you holding my sleeve?

[Listener speaks]

Onna/Oris: You wanted to make sure I was real? [Soft chuckle ] Y-yes, I am real, see, you can feel my hand on yours, can't you?

[Listener speaks]  

Onna/Oris: Why am I so cold you ask? Well, I'm… I'm an angel like you said, and where I'm from it is very cold because we are so high up! But you don't feel cold, you know!

[Listener speaks]

Onna/Oris: Why? because we….uhm…we wear very big and warm coats with scarves…

[Listener speaks]

Onna/Oris: Yes, like the one I'm wearing right now.

Onna/Oris: [To themselves] They look so at ease now…

Onna/Oris: [Short pause, before sounding more confident] Do you still wish for me to stay? I'll stay here with you if you promise to stay in bed.

[Listener agrees]

Onna/Oris: Good, here

[Sound soft-spoken and gentle, fabric sound effects as covers are being pulled up]

Onna/Oris: Let me wipe some of that blood from your mouth, and get you tucked back in…oh, these blankets are very thin. [Thinking for a moment before removing their Scarf] I'm going to wrap my scarf around you, okay? No no, it's alright! ...

[Onna/Oris wraps the Listener up in their scarf]

Onna/Oris: Oh!  [Soft chuckle] it's a little big on you, I can barely see your face! Where did you go~?

[Fabric sound]

Onna/Oris: There you are!

[Fabric sound, and the Listener giggles]

Onna/Oris: [To themselves] You poor little thing, your heartbeat is so fragile. You are too young to understand what is happening to you, and yet you seem so content to quietly go into the night, it's… it's not fair

[Onna/Oris begins to brush Listener's hair]

Onna/Oris: You are very brave you know, and so very strong…I know you don't feel like that but you are. There is a great pain within you, but you have taken it with such soundness, and for so long you have held on and I am…I am proud of you.

[Listener speaks]

Onna/Oris: [Reassuring] I know, I know you are scared, but I'm not going anywhere, I'm an angel after all, and that's our job…to watch over people.

[Listener speaks]

Onna/Oris: You don't feel cold anymore? [Sympathetic] Se-see, it's that scarf of mine, I told you it keeps us nice and warm up there.

[Listener speaks]

Onna/Oris: Of course, you can keep it, you are going to need it once I take you where the other angels are.

[Listener speaks, saying they "knew it"]

Onna/Oris: You…knew it? You know what?

Onna/Oris: That I was here to take you to [Pause slightly] heaven… [Trying to stay cheerful] You are a clever little thing, I wanted it to be a surprise but I guess… I'm not very good at that.

[Listener speaks, saying they can't wait but, are just so tired]

Onna/Oris: [Gently] It's okay, I know you are tired, you can take a little nap before we go. I'll wake you up when it's time, I won't leave without you, I promise… that's it, it's okay to close your eyes, just sleep.

[Listener slowly falls asleep, but Onna/Oris can hear their dying heart beat]

Onna/Oris: [To themselves] I can't stand their heartbeat…the Sound it just…it hurts, it hurts to listen to. [Getting slightly angry] This isn't fair…why would they just leave this child here to die…The city trades their lives as if they are lambs in the market, forcing them to work in the factories till their bodies become so broken. With life so miserable, a good peaceful death would be well enough fair, but they aren't even allowed that!

Onna/Oris: [To themselves, as an idea starts to form in their mind] Don't they deserve a second chance…yes, yes they do! I'm sorry little one, but this will hurt for just a moment. I'm just going to take your wrist and-by the Dark Mother, you are like ice, but…your blood still flows. Just a little bite-

[Onna/Oris bites into Listener's wrist, which causes them to wake up slightly, and they start to struggle for a moment]

Onna/Oris: [To themselves, as they drink the blood] I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please stop struggling…they are too weak to even cry out for help… I'm so sorry…

[Onna/Oris gasped and let's go, spitting out the bitter blood]

Onna/Oris: [Disgusted] Rotting blood! Awful…vile [Noticed that the Listener's heartbeat has stopped] Little one? Can?-…no…no you can't hear me, your heart has stopped. There isn't much time-

[Onna/Oris stops themselves]

Onna/Oris : Wait…they are free from their pain now…free from this world. If I bring them back…what will the high council think? Creating fledglings is forbidden without their permission..and I-... [Demertimed] No, to hell with the council. [Bites their own wrist, and grunts in pain then offers their blood to the Listener. Whispering softly] As we drank from the Elder Father's wrist, and granting us life beneath her shadows embrace. So may you drink from my wrist and be blessed by the Dark Mother…

[Pause, as Onna/Oris try to see if the Listener is "alive"]

Onna/Oris : Little one?...are you… [Waits for a heartbeat, they sound heartbroken when there is none] I-I waited too long… you're gone. I am sorry…so, so sorry.

[Onna/Oris stands up after laying  the Listener back down, fabric sounds]

Onna/Oris: [Taking deep breaths, trying not to cry] There you are, tucked back into bed, nice and warm. [Weak chuckle] I-I almost envy you…sleep well.

[Onna/Oris leaves the wing through the door. If any, the ambient sounds fade out for a short while to indicate time passing. Then they fade in as Onna/Oris is walking slowly through the hospital's hallway]

Onna/Oris: [To themselves] As much as I would rather not stay here another second, I would be such a horrible friend if I leave without telling him/her/them…if I can find him/her/them that is…It feels like I've been searching this place for hours! Probably would go by faster if I didn't have to hide every time of nurse or doctor-

[There is a blood-curdling scream that stops Onna/Oris in their tracks, then they start to run towards the Sound]

Onna/Oris: [To themselves] W-what? No!...no, tha-that couldn't be because of him/her/them! he/she/they would never be that careless when trying to feed in a place like this!

[Onna/Oris slow down as they approach what sounds to be a vampire trying to drink blood from one of the nurses]

Onna/Oris: [To themselves] I can smell the blood…there is just so much, like something out of a frenzy…It should be coming from around this coroner-Uh?

[Onna/Oris noticed something on the floor]

Onna/Oris: [To themselves] That's my scarf…why is it on the floor? How…did it…

[Onna/Oris rounds the corner and stops at the sight of a small figure trying to drink blood from a nurse]

Onna/Oris: [Shocked] The…child…they…you, [Slowly becoming happy] You have returned! It worked! Praise the Dark Mother it worked! Come here you beautiful little raven!

[The newly turned Listener stops feasting on hisses at Onna/Oris]

Onna/Oris: [Taken aback by that] Are you frightened of me? It's alright, it's alright, here, I'm going to crouch down… I'm not here to hurt you. Do you not remember me? I was the angel,

[Listener hisses again]

Onna/Oris: [To themselves] Something is wrong, their eyes look off…is this supposed to happen to fledglings? [Getting lost in thought] Well, I never made a fledgling before…in fact, I don't think I know any vampire that has made one in recent time [Cuts themselves off] are they running towards me?

[ Listener runs towards Onna/Oris]

Onna/Oris: [Slight relieved] Don't scare me like that child! I thought for a moment you didn't know who I was- [Listener bites Onna/Oris, who yelled out in pain] AHH!

Onna/Oris: [To themselves, in pain and confusion] They are biting me! Wh-what do I do?! It's not like I'm going to punch a child! Damn it Onna/Oris, why do you never think things through! [Trying to calm down] Okay, okay .... Deep breath and calm down…attacking won't do any good, nor would yelling. They are confused and frightened…like…like you were when you were turned. Just show them that you are someone they can trust.

[ Listener seems to stop]

Onna/Oris: [To themselves] They are stopping, and they seem to be relaxing as well, this is good, this is very good. Oh, they look so tired…I don't blame them.

Onna/Oris: [Winces in pain] Despite your fangs not coming in yet, your bite is very strong for such a little fledgling [Chuckles in good spirits] But I'll take that as a good sign, [Gently spoken] Can you understand me? Do you know who I am?

[ Listener speaks]

Onna/Oris: [Relieved and excited] Y-yes, angel…well, not quite. My name is Onna/Oris, I'm…well, there is a lot I need to explain but right now we don't have time. Here-

[Fabric sounds]

Onna/Oris : Yes, it's your scarf, remember it's going to keep you warm. I'm going to lift you up now, wrap your arms around my neck, and hold on tight okay?... Good, ready, 1,2,3, and up!

[Onna/Oris stands up, Listener speaks]

Onna/Oris : Hum? Oh, the nurse… don't worry, she'll be okay

Onna/Oris: [To themselves] But we won't be if they find us with her…

[Hurried footsteps as Onna/Oris rush from the hospital, Listener speaks]

Onna/Oris : Yes my little one, we are going home.

[They go through a door or window, and out into the foggy London dawn]

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is there gonna be another part to the meet cute car crash?? It's really good ❤️❤️

Thank you so much! I am hoping to follow the characters a little more, yes! <3 <3 <3

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[Audio Script] Ill Met by Moonlight - Part One [M4F][Fantasy-themed roleplay] [Drama] [Romance] [Inner monologue]

Storyline: A Witch lives in a world where those with magic blood are being hunted and killed. The witch recently lost his lover to witch hunters; struck with grief and vengeance, he decides to perform a ritual that can bring the dead back. However, to do so, he must sacrifice a pure and innocent soul during a new moon. The witch becomes the hunter as he searches for a sacrifice. Imagine his delight when he finds one such soul, a daughter of a witch hunter. Injured and lost in the forest.

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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[ Night forest sounds, walking down a forest path ]

Witch: [ To himself ] It’s autumn now...almost time for those mortals to celebrate their harvest festival; you always enjoyed going to those village celebrations. I never understood your love for those magicless fools. It must have hurt you so much to see them turn on you. Your heart was too big for your own good...soon it will beat again.

[ A cat meows, startling the witch ]

Witch: Ah! … oh, hello feline, what is a little beast like you doing all the way out here? Looking for your master? [ The cat meows again ] strange… you want me to follow you, don’t you [ Cat meows, then footsteps walking deeper into the woods ] Slow down! Wait! [ Footsteps quicken ] Wait! [ The witch trips and falls with a thud ] oof….damn cat.

Witch: [ Hears a soft voice calling for help ] What was that? A voice? … there it is again!

Witch: [ Slow footsteps, to himself ] A girl? What is she doing out here? It must be a mortal; only they would do something so idiotic like wandering around the forest at night without a lantern...Damn it! She saw me.

Witch: [ Somewhat cold, but trying to hide it ]… Hello there …

Witch: [ To himself ] Well, isn't she a polite thing… not to mention very trusting, asking a stranger in the woods for help.

Witch: Are you alright, miss? Why are you on the ground?… you can't get back up? Let me see if I can help you. [ Tries to pull her back up, but the girl cries out in pain ] Wait! Hold on; I’m going to set you back down, nice and easy, there … you say your leg hurts? Hmmm …

Witch: [ To Himself ] It’s most definitely broken. Now what? … I could just leave her here and wash my hands of this whole affair.

Witch: Huh? … I’m sorry, what did you say? … That’s your name? Why does it sound familiar … Oh, now I know; Your father is that witch hunter from the city of Sown; I heard he is one of the [ Pause as he starts to realize ] …best, [ Trying to keep a steady voice, but anger is boiling within him ] It's been said that your family tree is filled with nothing but witch hunters. Is that what you are doing here, alone in the woods? Hunting for witches? … No? You aren't a hunter. I suppose I can believe that. You definitely don't look the part…[ Shocked ] What? You-you love magic? [ Laughs ] Well, it seems this little apple fell pretty far from the tree.

Witch: [ To himself ] Did...she just giggled at that? … It sounds, just how yours did, my love…and that smile...it really brings out those eyes of hers- Ah! snap out of it you fool, this is no time to get distracted.

Witch: I hope you don't mind me asking, but what are you doing in the woods this late at night? … You thought you heard someone in trouble? And just didn't have time to grab a lantern, eh?… seems like a great risk, but the thought behind it all was very kind of you…

Witch: [ To himself, with a mixed feeling of bitter and sweet tone ] Yes, very kind indeed…

Witch: Here, I’m going to carry you to my home. I have a few things there that can fix that leg of yours…[ Listener starts to argue ] No, no! I won’t hear it! The village is too far away, and I can’t leave you here for the wolves to find you. It's no problem really; I’m happy to help. Alright, hold onto my shoulders, on the count of three; one, two, three [ Picks the girl up ] There we go! ….you are welcome, we will be there soon, so just hang on.

Witch: [ To himself ] I wonder, girl, was your father the one that wrapped the rope around my beloved’s neck? Was he the one that strung them up in the willow trees and burned our home to ash? If he only knew that his child was being carried away to suffer the same fate he had placed on others...

[ Footsteps through the woods ]

Witch: [ The listener snaps him out of his thoughts ] Hum, what was that? Ah! I’m sorry, I never told you my name, that was very rude of me. I’m Lucas…. Yes, it is nice to meet you as well. What was I doing in the woods? I … uhm … I was just taking a walk. I quite enjoy the autumn air at night….you do as well? … Yes, I know about the harvest festival. Am I going? N-no...Oh, it's not that I don't enjoy going, I used to go all the time with-with someone ... but they aren’t here anymore, so what's the point of going by oneself...Are-are you inviting me to go with you? [ Laughs softly ] No, no, it’s not a dumb question… I think that is a very generous offer, I suppose I will think about it, but right now let's concern ourselves with that leg of yours.

Witch: [ To Himself ] The way she talks about the festival, that...light in her eyes I-I....stop thinking about this stupid human girl... Are you going to betray your beloved? That light in her eyes, she doesn’t deserve it; it doesn’t belong to her. Once the ritual is complete, it will be our beloved in your arms, not this magicless harlot...

[ The footsteps leave the grassy path and turn into a gravel footpath ]

Witch: Ahh, here we are! Welcome to my home

[ Door opens and the two-step into the cozy little cottage. A fire is crackling and stew is bubbling ]

Witch: Here, I’m going to place you on this chair, rest your leg on the footrest [ sets the listener down on the plush chair, and lefts the broken leg up so it could rest on the footrest ] I know, I know it hurts, but I need to lay straight so I can make a splint.

[ The sound of fabric being wrapped around the leg ]

Witch: There, that should do, for now, you must be hungry yes? I thought so, the stew should be ready by now anyways…Please there is no need to apologize, I…I've a bad habit of making too much anyways.

[ The witch goes to the bubbling pot, and begins to fill a wooden bowl for the listener ]

Witch: [ To Himself ] Now, where my lavender nightshade mix

[ The sound of glass being clink together as the witch looks through his dried herbs ]

Witch: [ To Himself ] There you are, not enough to kill, just a little to put her to sleep. I can’t risk her wandering around this cottage…I can’t risk her finding out what I am…there, mix it in the rest of the stew should cancel out the nightshades taste

Witch: Here you my- [ there comes a meow ]

Witch: [ To Himself ] That cat for the forest!? What on earth? How did it get in here?

Witch: [ Listener is petting the cat and it begins to purr ] I-no, that is not my cat, I am not quite sure where that little one even came from…but, it seems to like you very much. [ Hands listener the stew ] here you are my dear, careful now, it hot

[ The listener behind to eat the stew ]

Witch: I am glad you enjoy it, the recipe is not mine I'm afraid that honor belongs to someone far more talented than I, haha. [ Listener tries to stand ] Oh no, please! Stay settled. Here, I’ll take your bowl, you just relax. [ The witch goes over to the indoor water pump and began to wash the bowl ]

Witch: [ To Himself ] Well, well, the herbs are taking effect faster than I thought, her eyes look so..so heavy, it’s oddly adorable…

Witch: You feel tired? That is alright my dear, you had such a long night, just rest [ begins to run his fingers through the listener's hair, and speaks softly ] just go to sleep, it will be silly to fight it, you are safe here I’ll look after you just rest…yes…very good. I will take good care of you, after all, there are only a few more days until the new moon…I can’t lose you until then. [ Dark chuckle ] sleep well.

End of Part One

Part Two