Helloo! This is my very first script after years of listening to ASMR roleplays and whatnot. I told myself to why not give it shot since I never had the courage to post back in 2021 and to be honest I have no idea what I'm doing heh (ᵕˆヮˆ) but hopefully to learn a lot from other creatives here :3

Anywhooo~ That's enough of me yapping and hope you guys enjoy~ <33

SCRIPT RULES:

• Do credit to u/diamizukiii in your video description and send me the link.
• It's okay to use this script for monetization as long as I have access. You may improvise as much as you like as long as the script remains the same.
• Gender flipping is fine. You may change the gender that you see fit, most of my scripts are just based on M4F.
• Feedbacks and suggestions are welcome.
• All SFX are suggestions.
• Do not use my script to train AI! LIKE EVER!
• DO NOT USE AI VOICE OR WHATSOEVER ALSO!! I wanna hear your actual voices hehe

NOTES:

(…) = Vocal directions and notes

{\* *\***} = SFX*

[ *] = Stage actions/sets the scene

… = pause for listener

 Huge thanks to u/reallyriahscripts for the feedback!!! ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ ♡♡

Word Count: 2,283

‧₊‧₊˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱˚₊‧ ‧₊‧₊

 

Summary:  For months now, you’ve been wondering why you keep finding letters and gifts addressed to you in your desk and locker nearly everyday. You still don’t know if it's a prank or something genuine ever since you were pranked by one of the jocks at your old school. Much of your time has been spent wondering way too much and overthinking of who this anonymous person may be… Will it end up a prank or something more sincere? Till you found out who the culprit is…

 

‧₊‧₊˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱˚₊‧ ‧₊‧₊

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ SCRIPT STARTS HERE ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Hey everyone,

I’ve always been told I have an insanely deep, somewhat rough voice, so I wanted to finally try recording a quick boyfriend ASMR snippet to see if it actually works for this niche.

This is my absolute first time recording. It’s completely raw and unedited on a $20 mic with no pop filter or EQ balancing, so it might sound a bit airy or lispy in places. I'm pretty socially anxious about sharing my voice, but I’m trying to lean into a slow-paced, grumpy-but-protective style.

Listen here: https://voca.ro/163Yn3gjXgvB

I’d love to know if the sub-bass rumble comes through okay in headphones and if the pacing feels right for ASMR. Any gentle feedback or advice on how to improve would be massively appreciated! Thank you!

(Written by: forlornscripts)

Summary: You've snuck out to a party once again, and once again, your bodyguard shows up to drag you back home. But as he tries to escort you to his car, the mood suddenly shifts. There's always been something unspoken between the two of you, and tonight, with you standing so close to each other, the temptation to cross that line is almost impossible to resist.
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Fill Monetization: OK
Early Access: OK
Paywalls: OK (As long as I'm given access)

Link: [M4F] Your Bodyguard Finds You at a Party

Rules:

• Minor changes allowed
• Feel free to change genders
• Please share the link to your fill on Reddit, I’d love to give it a listen <3
• Please give credit (u/forlornscripts on reddit)
• You can add me as collaborator on YouTube

Key:
[...] = Stage directions / SFX
(...) = Voice direction
*...* = Silent insert / Listener’s reaction
<...> = Emphasis

If you liked this one, feel free to check out my other scripts: Masterlist

If you’d like to support me a little, I also have a ko-fi

— Script starts here —

[The music and chatter are deafening as the Speaker makes his way through the crowd. He pushes past people dancing and drinking and heads straight for the Listener who’s sitting on a couch]

(stern) You. Get up. We’re leaving.

*pause*

Yes, you. I don’t see anyone else here I could possibly be talking to.

*pause*

(scoffs) Who am I? Very funny. If you're too drunk to remember something as simple as that, then it’s about time you went home.

*pause*

That wasn’t a suggestion. You’re coming with me. Either you walk out of here willingly, or I’ll throw you over my shoulder. Your choice. Though I seem to recall you weren’t particularly fond of the latter the last time I did it.

*pause*

Don’t you give me those puppy dog eyes like I’m not allowed to be mad.
I just had to drive across the entire city in the middle of the night to pick you up. From a place you weren't even supposed to be at, no less.

*pause*

You don’t care one bit, do you?

*pause*

You’re on thin ice, sweetheart. I’m not in the mood for games. This is your last chance to get up on your own before I make you.
(warningly) Three…

*pause*

Two- (exasperated) Are you actually giggling right now? You really don't know when to stop.
One…

*pause*

All right, fine. If you're not listening to me, maybe you'll listen to your father. (sarcastic) I'm sure he’d love to hear that you've snuck out - again - and that he’ll have to come pick you up himself because you’re not following your bodyguard’s orders. Hey, he could even meet all your friends, wouldn’t that be great?

[The Listener shoots up from the couch]

(huffs, amused) Would you look at that. I suppose your father isn’t as easy to forget, hm?
Come on, princess. Move it.

*pause*

I know. I’m so mean. Can we go then?

*pause*

(sighs) What is it?

*pause*

(annoyed) Seriously? No. I don’t want you to introduce me to your friends.

*pause*

Yeah, that’s the whole point. They don’t know me, and it should stay that way. What are you planning to tell them when they ask who I am? The truth clearly isn’t an option.

*pause*

(flustered) What?! You are <not> telling them that I’m your boyfriend.

*pause*

Because I’m not!

*pause*

I absolutely do not have to explain why. (frustrated) God, why do you have to be like this when you’re drunk?

*pause*

(stern) That’s enough. I’m not having this conversation with you. Now walk.

[The Listener finally starts walking]

Wrong direction. The exit’s over there.

*pause*

(groans) No. We are not going to watch the fish tank. For the love of God, just do what you're told for once in your life.

*pause*

I don’t care what you want. You’re making my job unnecessarily difficult. Give me your hand.

*pause*

Not because I want to hold it! I want to make sure you don’t run off the second I look away.

[He grabs the Listener’s hand and drags her along]

There. Keep up or you’ll fall.

[They make their way through the crows and finally step outside. The music fades behind the closed door]

(deep sigh) Alright.

*pause*

What- Don’t yank my hand like that!

*pause*

My car is right here! What are you doing?

*pause*

I said stop! (frustrated) You- Come here.

[He grabs the Listener and pins her against the wall with a soft grunt]

*pause*

(sharp) Quit squirming. You’re not going anywhere. 

*pause*

(tense) No. Shut up. Just-... stay quiet. I’m too tired for this bullshit, okay? You’ve had your fun, it’s time to come back to reality. And that means you start listening to me. It can’t be that hard!

*pause*

(Suddenly worried, louder) Mad? I’m not mad, I’m worried! You really don’t understand it, do you? Look at me. Look at me and tell me what the hell you were thinking!

*silence*

(frantic, quieter) Do you have <any> idea what I went through tonight when I realized you weren’t at any of your usual spots?
(scoffs) No, of course you don’t. Because all you care about is rebelling against your father like you can just pretend that target on your back doesn’t exist.
You’re being irresponsible and reckless and… stupid! Have you even once thought about the consequences of your actions? About what could’ve happened if someone recognized you or, God forbid, kidnapped you to use you as leverage against your father?
You can’t keep sneaking out just because nothing has happened so far. One day, you won’t be so lucky. And then what? What am I supposed to do if I fail to bring you back to your father?

*pause*

(stunned, frustrated) You don’t get to say that. I don’t care about your father’s business or what he’ll do to me if I disappoint him. And I’m certainly not doing this for the money. You know that’s not what this is about.

*pause*

Oh, I need to say it out loud, is that what you want? Fine.
I’m here because I care about you too much to forgive myself if anything ever happened to you. I was scared, do you understand? I was scared I might lose you because I failed to protect you. You’re everything to me.

*pause*

(realizing) I… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.

*pause*

You know why. It’s unprofessional. Your father would kill me if he ever heard me talk about you like this.

*pause*

God, I know you don’t care. That just makes it ten times worse. I’m your bodyguard, remember? We shouldn’t even be having this conversation. Especially not when you’re drunk.

*pause*

Please… Don’t make this harder than it already is, okay? Let’s just get you into the car. You’re shivering.

[The Speaker lets go of the Listener and walks over to the car, opening the passenger door]

Come on. Get in. Careful with your head.

*pause*

Yeah, yeah. I can see how well you can take care of yourself…

[The Listener gets into the car. The Speaker closes the door, then walks to the driver’s side and gets in]

Turn on the heater and get comfortable. Because as soon as your father finds out about this, you won’t have a chance to relax.

*pause*

(huffs) I wasn’t planning to tell him. But I won't have to when you stumble through the door looking like that, slurring every other word. You can’t hide that from him.

*pause*

Well, maybe you should’ve thought about that before drinking so much. You knew the risks. Now you gotta face the consequences.

*pause*

That’s your excuse? There’s no such thing as “your friends made you.” It doesn’t matter what any of them tell you to do. You’re old enough to make your own decisions. And if someone wants you to do something stupid, it’s your responsibility to know better.

*pause*

You can’t be this careless all the time and then blame it on your friends.
Anyone could’ve taken advantage of you in this state. Not just your father’s enemies. You’re a beautiful young woman, and that place was packed with strangers who have zero self-control.
If I hadn’t found you in time, you could be sitting in some other man’s car right now, on your way to some shady hotel where even I’d have trouble tracking you down.

*pause*

I’m not mad, it’s just... (sighs) Everything you could’ve done wrong tonight, you did wrong. It’s driving me insane to realize that, even after all this time, you apparently haven’t learned a thing. Your father is going to station his men right next to your bed for the rest of your life if you keep this up.

*pause*

An apology doesn’t have any weight when nothing changes afterward, princess.

*pause*

It doesn’t matter why you did it. I don’t care about the reason, and I’m sure your father doesn’t, either. But I suppose it’s not my place to lecture you. So go ahead and try to convince him. Let’s see how well that works out.

*pause*

(huffs) It’s not like you have much of a choice. He’ll have a lot of questions when you show up to breakfast with a hangover and a bad attitude.

*pause*

(suspicious) “Unless” what?

*pause*

(realizing) Oh no. Absolutely not. Forget it. I’m not letting you drag me any further into this mess than you already have. I’ve covered for you plenty of times.

*pause*

I can’t just not bring you home. He’ll notice. And then what am I supposed to say? That I thought you were better off staying at my place? I might as well sign my own death warrant.

*pause*

You’ve got some nerve thinking I’ll help you after all the trouble you’ve already caused.
Maybe a confrontation with your father is exactly what you need. If you always get away with your misbehavior, you’ll never learn from your mistakes.

*pause*

Oh, really? So you promise you’ll never sneak out again if I get you out of this one?

*pause*

That hesitation says it all.

*pause*

Whether I understand your need for freedom or not, it doesn’t change the rules. And I’m supposed to make sure you follow them. I can’t defy your father and do whatever I want just because I don’t agree with everything he says.

*pause*

(taken aback) A puppet? Is that what you think of me?

*pause*

(resigned) You know I hate this just as much as you do. But it’s all we’ve got. So call me a puppet all you want. I’m just doing what I have to do to keep you safe.

*silence*

It’s for the best. Trust me.

*silence*

Come on… Don’t pout, princess… You know I hate seeing you sad.

*silence*

Are you giving me the silent treatment now?

*silence*

(sighs) You’re gonna be the death of me…

*silence*

(defeated) Alright… Fine. You win… I won’t bring you home.

*pause*

Hold on! Don’t get too excited.
I’m not taking you home, and I’ll come up with an explanation for the boss. <But>... in return, you are going to behave. Which means you’ll do as I say, and you won’t complain about it. Understood?

*pause*

All of it?

*pause*

Good. Then put your damn seat belt on so we can get out of here.

[The Speaker starts the car and drives off]

*pause*

We’re going to my place. It’s close by and I know the neighbourhood. It’s the safest option.
And now stop talking and try to get some sleep. I’ll wake you up when we get there…

[Timeskip. The Speaker parks the car and turns off the engine]

All right. Here we are.

*silence*

Come on, sleepyhead. Wake up.

*silence*

Hey, I mean it. You gotta wake up, I’m not carrying you.

*silence*

(mutters) Unbelievable.

[The Speaker gets out of the car, walks around to the passenger’s side, and opens the door]

This is a one-time thing. Don’t get used to it.

[He picks up the Listener with a soft grunt and kicks the car door shut. Then he walks towards the building, the movement waking the Listener]

*pause*

Ah, you’re back. I thought you were out cold.

*pause*

Yeah, this is where I live. I know it’s not much, but since I’m busy running after you all day, I don’t spend much time here anyway.

*pause*

(scoffs, sarcastically) I’m sorry I can’t live up to your standards, Your Highness. Please forgive me.

*pause*

You’re such a brat.

*pause*

My brat? (sighs) You need to stop saying things like that.

*pause*

You know exactly why.

I need to put you down.

*pause*

How else am I supposed to open the door, huh? You’re awake, which means you can stand. So do it.

*pause*

Nuh-uh. What did I say about complaining?

*pause*

Your bed is only a minute away. You’ll manage.

[The Speaker puts the Listener back on her feet and takes out his keys]

*pause*

I know you’re tired. [He unlocks the door]

*pause*

Yes, you can have something to drink. [They walk inside]

*pause*

I don’t have any ice cream. And that doesn’t count as a drink. [The door falls shut behind them]
 
This way.

*pause*

Don’t worry, the elevator was repaired last Thursday. You won’t have to climb six flights of stairs.

[The Speaker presses the button and the elevator doors slide open]

Look at that. It must’ve been waiting for us. After you.

[They both step inside and the doors close. The elevator slowly ascends]

*pause*

What is it?

*pause*

I know. You just said that ten seconds ago.

*pause*

(sighs) … Fine. Yes. Lean against me if it helps.

[The Listener wraps her arms around the Speaker and rests her head against his chest]

I said <lean> against me, not hug me like I’m a teddy bear.

*pause*

(reluctant) I… didn’t say I minded.

*pause*

Just… hush. We’re almost there.

*pause*

Really? You have to tell me something? Go on, then.

*pause*

(shocked) What?! You-... I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that. You’re lucky you’re drunk and clearly don’t know what you’re saying.

*pause*

I don’t care about “drunk words are sober thoughts.” I’m your bodyguard. You shouldn’t be thinking about… kissing me.

*pause*

It’s wrong. Very wrong. Now take a step back before you do something reckless that’ll get us both into trouble.

*pause*

I’m not answering that question.

*pause*

Because it doesn’t matter what I want.

*pause*

I said no.

[At that moment, the elevator stops with a ding, and the doors slide open]

Oh, thank god. Come with me, my apartment is down the hall.

[The Speaker leads her down the hallway. He turns the key in the lock and opens the door]

Get in. Make yourself at home… or maybe don’t. I fear you’d take it too seriously.
The bathroom’s on the right, and the bedroom’s on the left. I’ll get you a glass of water.

*pause*

What now? I’m not going to keep arguing with you about-

*pause*

You… Your dress?

(deep sigh) Fine. I’ll help you with your dress. But that’s it. You’re going straight to bed afterward.

Turn around.

[The Listener turns around and the Speaker steps closer]

(murmurs) You’re so much trouble, you know that? I’ve been doing this job for years, but I’ve never met anyone like you. [He unzips the dress]

*pause*

(huffs) What makes you think you’re my favorite?

[The Listener turns around to face the Speaker]

You really need to stop looking at me like that.

*pause*

Because you’ve always been my weakness, princess. And I don’t know how much more I can take.

*pause*

No… I know you want me to say it, and I wish I could. But I’m not having this conversation with you while you’re intoxicated and exhausted. It wouldn’t be right. So please…

*pause*

(resigned) If I promise we’ll talk tomorrow, will you go to bed?

*pause*

Then yes. I promise. But for now… you need plenty of sleep.

*pause*

All right. Go. I’ll bring you some water.

[The Listener finally turns and walks into the bedroom]

[Timeskip. The Speaker walks into the room with a glass of water]

Hey, here’s your-...

*silence*

Are you asleep?

*silence*

(sighs) I guess I should be relieved.

[He sits on the edge of the bed and sets the glass down on the nightstand]

(murmurs) What am I gonna do with you…

There’s so much I wish I could tell you. Things that would get me shot before I could even beg for mercy if your father ever found out.
If it weren’t for him… If it weren’t for the life you were born into… I wouldn’t waste another second watching you from afar. I’d kiss you and hold your hand… do all the things I’ve always wanted to do.

But I don’t know how we could ever be more than what we are. I don’t have a solution… Or maybe I’m just scared. Maybe you’re right and I really am just your father’s puppet after all, too scared to make a decision he wouldn’t approve of.
But I’d rather be a puppet who stands by your side as your protector, than risk losing you forever because I wanted too much of you. Of the woman who knows how to drive me crazy in a million different ways.

You gave me a heart attack tonight, you know that? You always do whenever you disappear and I don’t know where you are…
That doesn’t mean I don’t understand why you do it. I know you feel trapped and alone at home. And I hate being the one who drags you back there every single time. I hate the way you look at me when I show up at another party, because you know I’m only there to take you home.

For once, I wish I could just be some other guy who gets to talk to you like everyone else does. I’d love to pretend we’re just two people enjoying each other’s company. But at the same time, I wouldn’t trust anyone else with the job of protecting you. Because I know no one could ever care about your safety as much as I do.

I can only hope that one day, you will find someone who’s allowed to love you the way I wish I could. And I’ll be there to protect you and keep you out of trouble for as long as my heart beats…
If you’ll have me.

[Silence. The Speaker lets out a soft sigh]

…I should go. I’ll leave the water here in case you need it.

Goodnight, princess… [He kisses the Listener on the forehead]

[The End]

SUMMARY:
A cavalryman, stationed in the northern mountains of the kingdom, isolated for years. Alone.
Alone… Just not from Brann. His stallion. The closest thing he has to company.

After a long patrol on the western road, plagued by a blizzard, the lone rider stumbles across a figure half-buried in the snow. Unmoving. His hand moves to his weapon. Out there, in the middle of a blinding storm, anything lying in the snow is either a victim… Or a threat.

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Helloouu! I know, I've been gone for a while... But I am back with this lil beauty right here! Been meaning to finish it for AGES, lol, so I am reallyy happy to finally share it.

Now, I won't keep you here for too long, so get cozy and enjoy your little trip into the snowy mountains of the kingdom's northern reaches. ❄️🏔️

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Word Count:
Pure Dialogue: 3,522
With Directions: 4,920
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⚠️ CONTENT WARNINGS ⚠️

This script contains themes and depictions of:

• Injury and hypothermia
• References to blood (non-graphic)
• Temporary loss of consciousness
• Non-sexual removal/change of wet clothing

Please read, perform, listen responsibly, and don’t forget to take care of yourself!

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USAGE RULES:

If you decide to perform this script, please keep the following guidelines in mind:

• Please credit me as SunnyCalathea (u/SunnyCalathea on Reddit).
• Changing the core plot or emotional progression of a script is not permitted.
• My scripts may not be used for AI training, AI voice generation, or AI datasets.
• Removing credit or claiming authorship is not permitted.
• Reposting a script itself elsewhere without proper attribution is not permitted.
• Monetized recordings are welcome.
• Voice acting, audio adaptation, and editing for pacing are completely okay.
• Minor wording adjustments for a more natural speech flow are completely okay.
• Pronoun changes are always welcome.
• Paywalled uploads (such as Patreon early access) are perfectly fine, as long as I receive access to the finished recording.
• Feedback is greatly appreciated!

If you end up voicing this script, I’d love it if you could share the finished recording with me! I’d be really excited to hear your take on it. <3

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PDF-File:
You can find this Script here!

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SIDE NOTES:

-  All pauses, SFX cues, and voice directions, including implied listener responses, are completely optional. Use them as a guide, not a rule!

- Note that (Stage directions & SFX cues) can also imply pauses, even though I’ve listed them separately.

- And when you voice it? Make yourself at home! When you step into the role, make it your own. There’s no wrong way to bring this character to life! I trust you to find what feels right! :)

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SCRIPT SPECIFIC NOTES:

-  Try to keep the transitions/time skips slow and dragged out. So, let the SFX play for a little while before the next scene starts (around 10-15 seconds, however it feels natural).

-  Feel free to play around with your breathwork and vocalizations. For example, convey physical effort or create proximity through breathing or whisper.

-  For the opening, let the delivery feel a little more alert and focused, especially during the rescue and initial treatment. However, avoid making him sound overly distressed. He’s dealing with an emergency, not panicking.

-  As the scene progresses and they settle into the cabin, let his voice gradually become softer and more relaxed. So, avoid sudden changes in tone or pitch, especially during the last sections.

-  Feel free to leave a little extra room around the smaller actions, too! Things like adjusting the blankets or moving closer don’t need to be rushed through.

-  Towards the end, I’d recommend dragging out the pauses a little longer than you normally would. Not every silence should be filled with dialogue. So, use your breath and small SFX. Let the ambience carry the scene for a bit.

-  And, last but not least, these are just suggestions! Add your own little touches where you think they’ll work! :)

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KEY:

[…] - Pauses

(…)  - Stage directions / SFX cues

(…)  - Breathwork / Vocalization

\…**  - Voice direction

(#) – implied Listener’s replies

Bold Text – Emphasized spoken words

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LISTENER INTRO (POV SETUP):

You already noticed the bottom of your oak chest getting closer days ago.
And the winter lung-rot is spreading fast through the valley. You can’t afford to run out.

A friend’s tip leads you into the northern mountains of the kingdom, where you wait out a massive blizzard at a remote stone inn.

When the weather finally seems to break, you take your mare out to gather the herbs you've travelled all this way for.

But the mountain weather decides otherwise. It snaps violently, trapping you in a petrifying whiteout.

Your mare panics and throws you from the saddle.
You feel a breath-stopping flash of sharp pain before the freezing air numbs it down.

Screaming her name into the raging storm, you watch her vanish into the blinding wall of snow. You’re alone now.

And slowly but surely a terrifying shiver starts in your chest.
The cold is finding its way into your core.

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(Snowstorm ambience | Howling wind | Horse’s hooves on snowy stone paths | Empty fields covered with white are hidden in the snowstorm)

Gods… Four days now… And this snowstorm is only getting worse…

\To his horse**
We’re lucky we didn’t get the northern stretch of the forest... We’d be stuck there for another two days… Right Brann?

…

Yeah, I think so too, boy.

\Something catches his eye**
I can’t wait to get-

…

\Firm | Suddenly alert**
Hold.

(Horse hooves stop in the snow)

What is that…?

…

No other horse… Is it…? Looks like a person…

Okay…. Easy, big guy. Wait here.

(Crunch of snow, leather creaks, fabric shuffle as he dismounts)

(A brief, low-pitched grunt)

(Snow crunches under the weight of his boots as he cautiously gets closer | Low metallic scrape, his hand settles on his weapon | He studies the tracks)

\Calling out into the wind**
Hello?

…

Hey. Can you hear me?

(He gets closer)

\Now closer | Looking if they’re conscious**
Hello? Hey…

(Heavy rustle of winter gear and crunch of snow as he kneels beside them | He pulls off his leather gloves)

Damn it. Okay.

(Rustle of fabric | Snow crunching as he shifts to check for a pulse | His fingers rest on their neck)

\Rushed but steady | Under his breath**
Come on…

…

There. Okay… That’s a pulse.

God… You’re cold…

Alright… If you can hear me. I need you to stay with me.
Can you give me something?

Come on… Anything…

…

\With a pressed exhale | Punchy but controlled**
Alright. I guess not. But we’ll work with that.
You’re still shivering. That’s good… Keep doing that for me…

(Rustle of heavy fabric | Crunch of snow shifting)

\Low**
Come on… Easy… Let’s get you-

(Sudden silence | Fabric rustling stops instantly | He spots blood)

\Alert**
Blood. Where is the blood coming from.

(Aggressive rustling of fabric as he looks for the source)

\Under his breath | His eyes scanning their body**
Where are you hurt…?

(He finds it on their thigh)

There. Let’s see…

(Rip of fabric)

God… That’s a nasty tear…

Not as deep as it looks, though… That’s something, at least…
Okay, cold’s keeping it shut for now… So… Let’s get you out of here.

(Heavy rustle of a thick fur cloak sliding off his shoulders | Fabric rustle as he wraps it around them)

There. That should keep the wind off you…

Alright. Come on…

(A low, gravelly heave / Grunt of physical effort)

(Rustling of heavy fabric | Deep crunch of snow as he lifts the full weight | He picks them up)

\Tight**
Easy… I’ve got you…

(Heavy crunching of snow as he walks over to his horse)

Brann. Steady now. Just a little passenger.

(Soft snorting from the horse | A few crunches of hooves hitting snowy gravel)

Alright…

(Creak of the leather saddle straining | Heavy rustle of thick winter gear/fabrics as he hoists them both onto the horse)

(A deep, guttural grunt of effort)

\Through gritted teeth**
Up we go…

(Heavy exhale)

\A bit breathless**
Okay… I’ve got you… We’re up.
Let’s get you turned around… like this… There. Facing me is better.

And now… slowly… your leg… over... Okay. There we go.

(Heavy fabric rustle as he pulls his fur cloak tighter around them)

Alright… Come here. That’s better.

(Another rustle)

Let’s keep that around you.
There. Lean against me. Don’t try to sit up on your own… If you can hear me.

Good. That’s it. Just keep shivering... Keep fighting it.

…

All right, Brann. Home.

(A soft snort from the horse and it begins walking | Crunching of hooves through snow)

We’ve still got quite a bit ahead…

(Snowstorm ambience | Howling wind | Crunching of horse hooves ~ SFX fade out)

------------------------- TIME SKIP -------------------------

(SFX fade in ~ Snowstorm ambience | Howling wind | A few more crunches of the horses’ hooves in the snow, then they come to a halt | Soft snort from the stallion)

Easy, boy… Easy. We’re here. Don’t move now.

(Creak of the leather saddle | Heavy thud and crunch of snow as he dismounts)

Okay. I’ve got you…

(Heavy rustle of fabric and another creak of the saddle as he lifts them off)

Careful…

\Under his breath | Strained with effort**
Come here…

(Rustle of fabric as he carries them fully against his chest now | They desperately bunch their cold fingers into him, barely conscious)

(Slightly surprised grunt / “Oh”)

You’re awake. Not much, but…

\Reassuring**
No, I know. I’ve got you…

(Fabric rustling as he gets a tighter grip of them)

That’s it. You can hold on. You don’t need to let go. I’m here…

…

\Authoritative | Low**
Brann. Stay.

I’ll be right back for you. Good?

(Horse snorts softly)

Good.

Alright… Come on. Let’s get you inside.

(He starts moving towards his cabin | Footsteps on crunching snow)

\Soothing**
Mh… You seem to have picked up at least some of my warmth under that cloak.
That’s good. Just keep holding on.

 [Medium Pause]
(A few more footsteps on snow, then thuds of boots stepping onto a wooden porch | Metallic click and creak of a thick wooden door as he opens it | A few steady steps on creaky wooden floorboards | A solid thud as he closes the door | The sound of the snowstorm instantly muffles)

Gods… It’s colder in here than I thought. Gotta get the fire going quick…

(A few steps on the wooden floorboards)

But, let’s get you down here first… Easy… Keep the cloak underneath you. Can’t have those cold sheets pull the remaining warmth out of you...

(Sharp rustle of fabric as they jerk awake)

\Catching their panic | Grounding**
Whoa- Hey- Easy there… easy… It’s okay… Don’t move. I’m only laying you down on my bed…

(Heavy rustle of thick layers as he gently lowers them onto the bed)

There… You’re okay.

I’m a friend. I found you by the road… You’re safe... Just… half-frozen… But we’ll take care of that.

(Soft rustle of heavy wool and fur blankets being pulled over them)

Here. Look at me…

Good. Keep those blankets around you. And stay awake for me… yeah? Don’t you dare close those eyes. I’ll be right with you.

[Long Pause]
(Heavy, but soft boots across the wooden floor | Clatter of thick wooden logs being tossed into the hearth | Metallic scrape of flint and steel | A bright crack as a spark catches tinder | Low crackle of dry wood catching fire starts slowly | Footsteps walking back toward the bed)

\Looking if they’re conscious**
Okay… You’re…

Still awake. Good. Look at me… I know it’s difficult… but keep your eyes open.

I need to get these wet clothes off you, okay?

\Soft but firm**
No- Hey- Easy... Stay. No need to be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just using the blade to cut them off. I need you to trust me, okay? Don’t move... Do you understand?

(Slicing sound of thick, wet fabric being cut away)

No, I know… I know this is a lot to ask, and I am sorry for the lack of…

(Sharp cloth rip)

\With a short grunt of effort**
modesty. But…

(Another cloth rip)

\With an exhale**
They’re draining every bit of warmth you have left.

Just stay awake for me, alright? Keep your eyes on mine…

(Cloth slicing sounds stop)

There. Only your legs left... You’re gonna have to stay extra still for me now, okay? You have a wound on your right thigh. So, don’t try to sit up, and do not move that leg, no matter what. Do you hear me?

Okay…

(Cloth slicing sounds continue)

\Feeling with them**
Yes- I know, I know. Steady… Stay still.

\Soft but commanding**
Hey- look at me. I know it hurts. And it looks bad… but it’s not a deep wound. The cold kept it shut out there. Now the blood is flowing again. That means you’re thawing. The feeling is coming back. That’s a good thing. Means you’re alive.

Just keep looking at me. Keep those pretty little eyes open.

(Cloth slicing sounds stop again | Rustle of his leather pouch)

Okay… got this down… Now… Hey- No- No… Don’t. Eyes on me. No sleeping.

(Unrolling sound of a linen strip)

Good. Breathe… Focus on my eyes... That’s it.

I’m going to bind this quickly…
Now, I won’t lie to you. It is going to hurt. But just keep…

(He clamps his teeth onto one end of the linen strip, using his hands to pull the other end taut against their wounded thigh)

\Through clenched teeth | Muffled and obstructed as he bites down on the linen**
Looking at me. Don’t look away. Listen to my voice. I’m right here. I’ve got you, alright? Just look into my eyes and don’t let go. Fight it...

\Releasing the fabric | Voice clears | With an exhale**
You’ve already made it this far. You can give me a few more seconds. We’re almost through it… Just-

(Tight pull of the bandage)

(#)

\Aching empathy**
Yeah, I know… I know that hurt. I’m sorry… I know, but it needs to be this tight. Just a few more seconds. Breathe… just keep breathing… yeah?

…

\A bit more alert after getting no response**
Yeah…?

\Looking at them now**
Hey- no. Don’t you dare close your eyes. Look at me.
Come on- Hey! Open your eyes!

Damn it… no… No… Don’t do this now. Come on… Stay with me…

(Distant howling of the snowstorm outside | Weak, low fire crackling | Everything begins to blur into silence as the Listener goes entirely unconscious again ~ SFX fade out)

------------------------- TIME SKIP -------------------------

(SFX fade in ~ | Cabin is quiet now | Steady crackling of the fireplace | Wooden cabin ambience | Wind and snowstorm muffled, calmer now | Nightly snowstorm ambience | Fabric rustle of sheets as they stir awake)

\Calm | Deeply warm**
Hey…

There you are…

…

Easy. Hey, no. Take your time... You’re alright. You’re in my cabin. Don’t try to sit up yet.

(Rustle of sheets as the Listener struggles to prop themselves up)

Wait- let me… Easy. There.

(Soft rustle of blankets)

Back down… Better?

(#)

Good… Just stay there for a moment… Your head’s probably still swimming.

(#)

Yeah, it’s already dark outside… You were out for quite a while…

Now, I know this is probably a lot to wake up to. But uh… I found you out in the snow, just off the western road. Unconscious. You almost froze to death. And you had a rather nasty cut on your thigh too.

(Small rustle of fabric)

Yeah, no. Don’t move it. I did my best to stop the bleeding.

…

I know. It’s uncomfortable. It sits tight. But it’s supposed to.

(#)

Yeah.

\Gently**
Would you mind if I take another look at it? Just to make sure the bandage is still sitting properly… Especially after all this moving just now.

(#)

\Reassuring**
No, it’s alright. I’m not going to rush you. I know this is probably the last thing you want right now.

So… I’ll tell you before I do anything. And if something hurts, you let me know. Alright?

(#)

Good. Just give me a second…

(Quiet steps across the wooden floorboards | He rubs his dry hands together by the fire)

There. My hands are still warm. I was actually just about to check the bandage.
So, I’ve already warmed them by the fire.

I’m not putting cold fingers on you.

(A few steps as he walks over to the bed)

Alright, here…

(Soft creak of the wooden bedframe and rustle of fabric as he sits down beside them)

Easy… No need to move. I’ll do all the adjusting.

…

Right leg. There… That’s the one. I’ll just lift the blankets up to your thigh… yeah?

(#)

Good.

(Fabric rustle as he uncovers the leg)

There we go.

\Comforting | Low**
See? Not so bad. You’re doing well. Just keep that leg still for me… I’ll touch around the bandage first. Not the wound itself, okay? Just to check how everything feels.

Tell me if anything hurts.

(Rustle of the linen bandage | Pressing sounds against skin)

\Mustering the bandage**
Alright… No, the bandage is where I put it. And… I guess… No fresh blood is coming through…

\Soothing, calm tone**
That’s good. Very good.
I don’t think I need to change it tonight. It’s still fresh and holding properly.
So, I’m not making you go through that again. You’ve had enough of that for one night.

Don’t worry. I did clean the wound before I wrapped it. Thoroughly.
You were unconscious by then, so…

Well, yeah. Maybe that was for the best. It wasn’t exactly… gentle. I’m sorry. You must’ve been hurting.

…

How does it feel now? The wound. Is it still throbbing?

(#)

Mm, okay. I thought so.

I put some salve on it earlier. It should take the edge off that aching feeling a bit.
I’ll put a little more around it, okay? Just a thin layer…

(Bandage sliding as he loosens it)

It might feel a little strange. Cool, maybe… or tingly. But nothing to worry about…

…

Alright... Got that loosened up a bit…

(Soft click of ceramic jar lid opening | Scooping sound as his fingers slide through the salve)

Ready?

(#)

Okay…

(Skin-on-skin friction with salve)

I’m sorry if this feels… uncomfortable. I’m trying to barely put any pressure on it.
I’ll be quick.

[Small Pause]

There. That’s all. We’re done with that.

(Friction with salve stops)

\Low and grounding**
No, you’re alright. Take your time. We’ll tighten the bandage back up slowly.
I’m not going anywhere.

[Medium Pause]
(Continuous, slow sliding of linen against itself, wrapping up, as he begins tightening up the bandage again)

You know… I was wondering about something.

Close to where I found you… I saw hoofprints out there. Your horse’s, I assume.
Nobody would pass through these mountains on foot. Especially not with this raging snowstorm over the past few days.

Well… And. Those hoofprints… They led away from the road. And there was no sign of life near them. Other than… you. Lying in the snow.

Did you get separated?

(#)

Mm… Was it because of the storm? Or…?

(#)

Right.

And you were alone? No one else with you?

(#)

Alright. That’s all I needed. You don’t have to tell me the whole story tonight.
You must be exhausted… I’m sorry.

I’m only asking because... Well. I know these roads. And I know what happens on them. Spent a fair amount of time out here, after all. Western road especially. And with the storm this bad, anyone stranded out here is an easy target for… let’s say, all kinds of people.

So, when I found you lying in the snow out there, alone, with your horse nowhere in sight and that raw skin on your thigh… I just- had to wonder. That’s all.

If someone had attacked you, took your horse, whatever, I’d need to know. Because if there was someone else out there… I’d rather not lead them straight back here.

But if it was just the storm… Then it was just the storm.

…

And I’m also asking because… well. If your horse is still out there somewhere, I’d rather know where to start looking tomorrow.

(#)

\Reassuring**
Your mount should be fine until morning.
So, don’t worry about that tonight. We’ll figure it out.

(Wrapping sounds stop | He pulls the bandage tight gently)

There. Done.
And back under the blankets you go…

(Blanket rustle)

How’s that?

(#)

Good. You’re still cold, though. At least… your skin feels like you are. Your legs especially.

I guess it’s time to swap out these stones again… Lost most of their heat already…
Give me a second. I’ve already got another set warming up.

(Soft creak from the mattress as he gets up | He walks over to the fireplace)

\Noticing their confused expression**
Oh, yeah… right. You probably didn’t even notice. I put some warm stones under the sheets with you. To… well, keep you warm.

(His footsteps stop there)

\Low | Steady | Relaxed**
They’re just flat river stones. I always keep a few of them by the fire whenever I’m home. Then… Once they’re warm, I wrap them in wool so they hold the heat… And don’t burn your skin, of course.

(The flat river stones knock against one another in his palms | Soft clink of smooth stones)

They’re good for nights like this. Especially when the cabin’s been empty for a couple of days, and everything’s gone cold…

[Medium Pause]
(Continuous swishing of wool fabric as he wraps the stones into a cloth)

You’re lucky… you know…

That I decided to come home tonight. I actually wasn’t supposed to be back until… well, tomorrow. Maybe even the day after… if the weather kept getting worse.

(#)

No, I was just checking a few routes out here. The western road, mostly. Then a few of the smaller forest paths…

It’s what I do.

(#)

Yeah, the kingdom keeps a handful of us out here to watch the roads and forest passes.

And this little cabin is one of the places I use when I’m out this far.
Or in other words… It’s home. When I’m not riding.

(#)

Well… to make sure the lone bridges are still standing. Keep an eye out for bandits, smugglers… Anything that doesn’t belong. We ride out for things like that. Most of the time.

And when the weather turns bad like this, we check the routes afterwards.
Not the first time people get stranded.

So… yeah… Not the most glamorous work, I know... But somebody has to do it.

(Stone wrapping sounds stop)

Alright. These are warm…

(He throws another few logs into the fire | A crackle from the shifting flames | Thuds of boots on the floorboards as he walks back to the bed)

Let’s swap them out now… Get you all nice and cozy under these furs.

(Rustle of blankets/fur/wool)

\Gentle**
Okay… Easy… I’m just taking the old ones out… It’ll only take a moment.
You stay under there.

(Fabric rustle)

Those go out... And these…

(Fabric rustle)

Go in… Here… And… one down by your feet… Just a little…

There. That’s it… Much better. They’ll hold their heat for a good while.
Are they comfortable like this? Or should I…?

(#)

Alright. Good.

…

\Studying their expression, then questioning it | Low**
Hm…? What?

(#)

\With a small huff | Softening into a warm, slightly hesitant tone | Slightly awkward**
Oh. Right. About your clothes… I suppose I should explain that… You probably woke up wearing… rather less than expected... Um… Sorry about that.

I don’t know how much you remember. You were barely awake…

But uh… well. They were soaked through… Frozen… And with the wound on your thigh, I… couldn’t exactly pull everything off without moving you more than I wanted to.

And keeping them on would’ve done more harm than good…

So… I cut them.

(#)

Yes…

I’m afraid they’re not going to be much use as… clothes anymore.
I’m fairly certain I ruined them.

(#)

No, yeah, they’re drying by the fire, but… well…
I doubt they’ll ever look quite the same again.

I’m sorry.

So, uh… yeah. What you’re wearing right now… is my tunic.
I hope it’s not too uncomfortable.

…

I know. It’s probably a little big on you… But it’s dry. And clean. And… most importantly… warm. So, for tonight, it must do.

…

Anyway… I warmed some water for you. You look like you’re about to fall asleep again…
So before you do… You should have a little. It’ll warm you up from the inside.

Alright… Do you think you can sit up? Just a bit...

(Fabric rustle)

No hurry- wait. Careful with that leg. Let me get down beside you…

(Soft mattress creak and rustle as he sits down beside them)

There. Slowly now… I’ll help you… Don’t worry… I’ve got it.
Here… Don’t sit all the way up… Just enough… That’s it…

No, I’ve got you… You don’t have to hold yourself up all on your own.
Lean against me if you need to.

There… That’s better…

(Hollow rattle of a wooden cup being lifted)

Here. The cup’s warm… Take a small sip.

(Listener takes a sip)

Good.

Another one…?

(#)

Alright. Not much. You’ve only just woken up. Take your time… Slowly…

 (Listener takes a sip)

There… That’s enough for now…

(Fabric rustles as they lean back on him hesitantly)

\Noticing | Gentle and soft**
Hey, it’s okay. You can rest against me for a moment. No need to rush.
I’m not going anywhere… You’re still a bit dizzy, aren’t you?

(#)

Mm-hm… I can tell. Take your time…

…

You know… I’m actually surprised by how you’re following all of this so well.
I’d expect you to be more confused than this.

(#)

I mean it. You’ve been through a lot tonight…

So… Just rest. You’ve only been awake a few minutes.
Your body hasn’t quite caught up with you yet.

…

Wait- let me…

(Rustle of blankets and his clothes as he reaches out | Creak from the mattress)

\Pressed from moving**
Set the cup down.

(Wooden cup set down | Blanket rustling and creak from the mattress as his weight shifts to get back to them on the bed)

There we are… Much easier. Now you can lean properly against me…

That’s it… I’ve got you.

\Gently observing | Under his breath**
God… You really are cold… I can feel it through the tunic.

(Light fabric rustling as he adjusts the blanket)

Just stay like that for a moment… Let yourself have some of the warmth.

…

Mm?

Oh. No, come here. I don’t mind. You can grip me.
Use my arm. It’s warmer. Your hands are freezing…

(Blanket rustle)

There… That’s better. Get comfortable.     

…

Yeah, like that. Just be careful with your leg.

…

Good.

(#)

No, the cut itself isn’t terrible. But it is angry. You’ve already lost enough strength from the cold. So… give it a few days. Maybe longer before you’ll start walking normally again.

…

Yeah, no… you’re probably not going anywhere for a little while. At least… you shouldn’t.
I won’t force you, but... I think your leg won’t give you much choice.

I can’t tell you exactly how long yet. That would depend on how it heals... Whether the wound stays clean… Swelling… But I believe you already know that.

(#)

Well, I found your little pouch back there. At least I guessed it was yours... It was lying in the snow right beside you. Smelled like herbs.

…

Don’t worry. It’s here. I’ve kept it with your things over there.

(#) (Small blanket rustle)

Yeah…

\Direct but gentle | Confirming his assumption**
So… you’re an herbalist then?

(#)

Hm. Thought so. Some of the things inside aren’t what I’d expect a traveller to carry around for no reason…

Dried yarrow… A small bundle of spruce tips. Then something I don’t recognize.

I actually don’t know much about herbs. Not properly…

I do know which ones are useful. But that’s about it.
Yarrow for wounds and spruce when you need a drink to make the winter less miserable.

Things like that.

(#)

Yeah… I guess, most of what I know just came from necessity. When you’re this far north, you learn quickly what you can eat, what burns… And what will kill you.

Although… I suppose you probably know more about that than I do.

[Small Pause]

I’ve actually never seen you around here before… I mean, we do get a few herbalists every now and then. But they’re locals… Have been around forever.

I hope you didn’t ride all the way out here just for a few handfuls of greens... I only found this one pouch… so if you had more… It’s most likely gone… Or with your horse. If your saddlebags stayed with him.

…

Brann’s very good at following another horse’s trail. Better than he is at listening to me sometimes…

So… Don’t worry.
If your saddlebags are still with him. I’ll find them. One way or another…

[Long Pause]

\Lowering his voice | Gentle | Warm**
You’re tired, aren’t you…?

(#)

I can see that… Just don’t fall asleep on me sitting up… Come on. Let’s get you down properly so you can get some rest…

Just lean back for me…

(Blanket rustle)

There we go…

(#)

No, I’ve got you… Slowly… Wait- Let me get the blanket for you…

(Another rustle)

There… Like this.

Comfortable?

…

Hm…?

What’s wrong…?

(#)

Oh.

No, I can stay. That’s alright. No need to be shy about it.

…

I’m warm, am I?

(#)

Yeah… No, I’ll join you then.

Wait- let me get comfortable first…

(Deep creak of the bedframe as his full weight slides under the furs with them)

There… Okay, I don’t want to make this weird, so. How do you wanna-

(Rustle of the sheets as the Listener instinctively nestles closer, seeking his warmth)

\With a small huff**
Well. Alright, then.             

Come here. Get a little closer than that. My side is even warmer.

…

Yeah… There. Just snuggle right in… Mind your leg, though. Here- I’ll support your hips for a second…  Make yourself comfortable. I’ve got you.

(Blanket rustle)

No, it’s okay. You can bury your face into me… There we are…

…

God… Your cheek’s cold… Which… makes sense, I suppose…

…

\Calmly reassuring**
No, no, get all warm and cozy under there… Don’t move away. Take as much as you want… The bed’s a little warmer when there’s someone else in it, anyway.

…

Although, I will say… I remember it being a bit… bigger than this.
Actually built it myself, you know.

(#)

\Calm | Relaxed | Warm rumble**
Mm-hm. There wasn’t much point in paying someone all the way from the next village to, well… make something I could manage on my own… somehow.

The first one I built was terrible. Whole thing just kept tilting to one side.
But I did sleep in it… For one week. Then I admitted that it probably wasn’t the best arrangement for me and… took it apart.

This one’s better. Much better. The frame is solid and… not tilting. But it is a little small for two… So, yeah. I guess, it’s just that… I don’t get a lot of company… out here.

Not that I mind. Most of the time, I actually quite like it. It’s peaceful.

No annoying people running around... Except for Brann, maybe. He can get annoying from time to time. He ate my rug once. And has a very high opinion of himself. But that’s about it. He’s a good mount. Reliable… Which is what you need out here…

[Long Pause]

\Gently checking in**
Are you alright with me like this?

(#)

\With an exhale | Low | Almost a whisper**
Okay, good… It’s just, you are making yourself very comfortable there.
Barely keeping awake, hm? Not that I’m complaining. Quite the opposite, actually.

…

Here… would you mind if I put my arm around you properly? Just so you don’t have to keep holding yourself up.

(#) (Fabric rustle)

There we go… That’s better… Just nuzzle into me… Mm-hm… just like that…

…

I think you’ve had quite enough excitement for one day…
Get some sleep now, okay? I’ll keep you warm. You just get all nice and cozy… snuggled up right against me. I’ve got enough shoulder for the both of us.

(Small fabric rustles)

That’s it…

Oh, and…

\A soft, quiet, low chest-voice murmur**
It’s a cold night out there… So, you’ll probably hear the snow sliding off the roof every now and then. Kinda sounds like somebody’s dragging a sack across the shingles.

Took me ages to get used to it. I actually thought something was wrong with the roof for the first few nights… Roof’s still there, though. So… I guess it can keep making all the noise it likes. Just don’t get confused if you hear it tonight.

(#)

Yeah… The fire should keep going for a while. I’ve put enough wood on it for the night…
Those thicker logs always take their time burning through…

So, don’t worry… It’s getting warm in here now… and you can also smell the pine in the logs when they burn… if that helps. Mixes with the woodsmoke. And gets into the blankets a little too.

I’ve always liked that smell. Makes the whole place feel… warmer… somehow. Especially with those warming blankets…

(#)

Mm-hm… It’s nice to have something dry against your skin for a change… I know, the furs are a little heavy, but they keep the warmth in. If they ever get too warm, you can just push them down a little…

(#)

Hm…?

\Dropping into a comforting whisper**
Oh… I’m not going to sleep just yet. I’ll still check the fire in a bit, before I turn in properly myself. Wouldn’t want the room to get cold again while we’re asleep…
But that’s a little while from now.

So, just stay tucked in like this…

I’ll be here when you wake up…

…

Rest well now… I’m not going anywhere…

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Fully okay to post and monetize this, but no paywalls please (not including early access), and credit me! Also, please don’t use AI images alongside fills of my scripts if it can be avoided. 

Critiques and comments appreciated!

It’s alright to change some phrasing a little for flow but please don’t heavily change any of the story, and feel free to change the title as well.

Also this is meant to be a Halloween script but it can easily be changed so it can be used whenever.

Sections in italics are meant to represent the vampire character using compulsion magic on the listener.

[~2,100 words]

Synopsis: You’re headed to a friend’s Halloween party when a stranger stops you to compliment your costume. The person’s interest quickly turns sinister as they keep you from moving along, cornering you and revealing that they took kindly to your vampire costume because they are a real life vampire. The bloodsucker decides to bring you back with them, using their abilities to pull you down into sleep. After waking up in a hotel room, the vampire describes their plans to turn you into a creature of the night just like them. 

(Starts at night with city ambience in the background. The listener was walking, the speaker seeming to appear out of nowhere)

That’s such a lovely costume. It suits you well.

Oh my, I didn’t mean to frighten you. My apologies. Though that is in the spirit of the season, isn’t it? May I wish you a happy Halloween? 

[chuckle] I’m not in costume, but thank you.

Am I holding you up? It looks like you’re trying to politely get around me.

A party! How fun. That explains you being all dressed up. You’ve even got red painted down your chin to mimic blood, how adorable. My little wannabe vampire.

(The listener got around them and tried to hurry away but the speaker was back in front of them within a second)

There's no need to be in such a hurry. 

Shhhhh. Don’t panic now, you wouldn’t want to disturb the peace. Be good and relax for me.

Isn’t that better? Now we can chat some more.

You look so confused and helpless. There’s nothing to worry about, I promise I’m not planning anything inappropriate. How’s about we take a nice detour here, hm?

(The speaker led the listener into an alley, cornering them)

You’re trembling… Aw, I didn’t even notice you had fake fangs in. Precious... Like a little vampire doll. Those are nothing like the real deal though.

(The speaker leant in to show off their fangs, snickering) 

How do you like my fangs?

So confused, so scared. Didn’t your costume have to come from somewhere, little wannabe? 

I don’t think I’ll leave you alone, no. I’d say the amount of attention I’m giving you is a luxury, doll.

Go still, and weak. That's it. Losing all the strength in your muscles, losing your ability to fight.

You caught my eye the other day when I first saw you but I really didn’t expect this. It’s almost like you were trying to get my attention.

I’m no one, doll. Just some random stranger passing through town. Actually, truth be told I’m here for work. Surely they wouldn’t mind me grabbing myself a souvenir. Especially one as charming as you. Maybe I’ll even dress you up exactly like this when I show you off. Though the whole thing would be less amusing after you’re rightly turned.

Turned into a vampire, of course. A proper one. 

Come now, don’t struggle. It’s unbecoming. You could smear your makeup.

I should take you to somewhere nicer than this… hm. I suppose my poor excuse of a residence will have to do. It’s a good thing it’s temporary. It’s a touch far from here though and it'd be dreadful to drag you the whole way. 

How about you look me in the eyes, doll. I can make this all so much easier. 

[Small chuckle] Oohoo, you have some ferocity in you. Isn't that delightful? You'll be so much more fun to break. Please do look me in the eyes though, it's the polite thing to do. 

I said, look.

There we are. My, your eyes are radiant. It's rather easy to get a good look when they're so wide with fear. Let me fix that though, there's no need to be so afraid. 

Muscles loose and limp as you stare deep into me. Losing yourself in me. Feeling all your control fall away. You don’t need to be in control. The only thing you need is to stare at my eyes, and to listen. Isn’t that right? Nod for me.

Good doll. You’ll be compelled to agree with me whenever I ask you a question. It’s rather fun to mess around with, do you want to see?

Course you do. Are you going to be a good plaything for me? 

Aw, that's good. Are you losing yourself in my magic?

That’s correct! You absolutely are. I always adore seeing a human nod along mindlessly, barely the faintest idea of what they’re agreeing with. A yes is still a yes though, no matter the predicament. And you would never lie to me, right?  

Exactly. So every ‘yes’ you’re giving with your dreamy little nods is the truth.

Are you feeling sleepy?

You look it. Your eyes are all fluttery and unfocused, and you’re so unsteady on your feet. Would you like some help with that?

(The speaker enveloped the listener in an embrace, holding them)

You’re so light in my arms, little doll. Like a feather. And you look so comfortable, don’t you?

You can let your eyes close. Let sleep overtake you as I whisk you away. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?

Yes it does, good job. I can tell I’m going to enjoy you so much. Sleep now. Sleep.

(The speaker carried this listener away as the audio fades out)

(There’s a time skip, the listener waking up on a bed in the speaker’s hotel room. There was faint classical music playing in the background and the speaker was talking on the phone as they calmly lit candles)

I did get a touch distracted, but everything’s going well.

Stoic and harsh as ever, Silas. I’m not ‘lolly-gagging about’, I am more than on schedule. And it’s been so long since I’ve had a human catch my fancy. You should have seen them! All dressed up and playing pretend as a vampire, absolutely adorable. It would make even you laugh.

Oh heavens no, I’m not making another thrall. Those are fun for a bit but they get so boring. No, I’ve decided to ‘take the leap’, as they say. I’m creating my very first fledgling. Said soon to be fledgling is also awake now and listening, so I’ll have to let you get on with your night. 

Yes, yes, I can handle the responsibility. A good night to you, dear brother. Give my highest regards to Lord Branwyn next you see him.

(They hung up the phone, turning to the listener)

You do know it’s rude to eavesdrop, right? And there really was no point in pretending to still be asleep.

You’re in my hotel room. Cozy, isn’t it? I tried to set the mood for us.

I’m sorry, but you aren’t going anywhere. I was kind enough to wait for you to be awake for the turning, please don’t make me regret that.

Don’t get up. Stay sat on the bed, just as you are.

Good.

You not wanting to be a vampire hadn’t crossed my mind, I have to say. Why wouldn’t you? You’ll live in luxury, be stronger than you ever thought possible, and be on top of the food chain. Not to mention you’ll have me looking out for you. Honestly, you're incredibly lucky I chose you. 

And why can't I take you away from your life? You'll hardly miss it. 

Calm down. I refuse to argue with a human who was parading around as a vampire. 

You not knowing vampires are real isn't my problem. 

Hm. I chose you because you're attractive, seem to be smart, are cute when you blush, and you're funny. 

I don't know you well, correct. There'll be plenty of time for that afterwards though. Right now I believe you're trying to stall. 

Then let’s get started.

(The speaker walked over to the bed the listener was on)

Do you like the candles? I thought it was a nice touch. This is a rare occasion so I wanted it to feel special.

Oh. Is it hard to see? I wouldn’t know. Soon enough that won’t be a problem.

(They got onto the bed, sitting in front of the listener.)

I want you to shut your eyes for a moment.

Only a moment, won’t you humor me?

Now hold your hands out.

(The speaker placed a dagger in the listener’s hands)

You may look.

More of a ceremonial dagger than a knife, but yes. Isn’t it pretty?

It’s older than I am, which is really saying something.

[light chuckle] If you attempted to use it on me I would have my hand on your throat before you’d even lifted it. May I have it back?

Thank you. 

Hm? Ah, I just wanted to see the face you'd make at being handed a knife. [Snicker] Though I suppose I'm now the one who's stalling. This is such a big event…

Shhh now. Don’t ruin the moment.

Your scent is wonderful, but I’ve been so curious about your taste… Give me your wrist, my doll.

Be good and give it here.

(The listener held their hand out to the speaker, who took it into theirs)

I’ve always preferred the wrist, you know. The neck is the titular place to feed but you have to sink your fangs in so deep to reach the good veins. It’s fine for a quick bite but draining someone through the throat? It makes my jaw ache.

It’ll just be a pinch at first, then it’ll feel more than pleasant. Your body might start panicking a bit once you lose enough blood though.

(The speaker bit down on the listener’s wrist, starting to drink from them. They pulled away for a second)

Your taste is unbelievable… Maybe I‘ll have some regrets in turning you after all.

Oh, I know it’s nerve wracking, but it’ll all be over before you know it. 

(they bit down once more and began draining the listener, savoring them for a moment before pulling away to speak again) 

That should be enough, I’d be devastated if you went and died on me.

Look at you, so woozy and faint… A beautiful patheticness.

(The speaker sliced their palm with the dagger, offering their hand to the listener/ putting it to their face)

Drink from my hand. Drink your fill and everything will turn for the better. I promise

(The Listener did so with some difficulty, the speaker cradling them)

My very own little vampire doll… 

This is where the pain truly starts, so brace yourself. I’m sorry, it’ll be over before you know it. Surely you can hold on a little longer. 

[chuckle] Biting down on my hand might help with the pain in your body but I can guarantee you don’t want to be doing that when your fangs start coming in. Could I have my hand back? C’mon, let go.

And there’s the fangs, right on que. Don’t feel bad for crying, even I cried during my turning. I mean, I was also nine years old when it happened but I still won’t judge you. It’s a level of pain unique from anything else. Your whole body rewriting every piece of itself, atom by atom. Years worth of change in a matter of minutes. It’s really something to marvel at when you stop to think about it.

Doll, I can’t parse what you want from you grabbing at me, cute as it is. Can you use your words?

Hungry is all I needed to hear, let’s get you something to drink before you start biting at me again.

(The speaker got up off the bed)

Stay here, you shouldn’t walk around just yet.

(They walked over to the hotel mini fridge, taking out boxed blood. After filling a glass they put it back and walked back over to the listener)

Sit up a bit, I’d rather not spill this and have to deal with house cleaning. 

( the listener sat up, weakly)

I know you feel like you're starving, but don’t drink this too fast. Your body’s never properly processed blood before.

(the speaker helped the listener drink)

Doesn’t that feel so much better?

[chuckle] Now you have actual blood dribbling out your mouth. A big improvement from the makeup I have to say.

(The speaker paused, taking a breath)

That’s… odd. I got lightheaded out of nowhere. When’s even the last time I’ve felt lightheaded..? Must be something to do with the sire fledging connection.

This is all very real, my doll. Let me be the first to welcome you to your new life. We’ve got so much ahead of us.

You should rest. You’ll have time to process everything later, right now your body needs to recover from the change.

I would stay and watch over you, but unfortunately I do still have work I’m meant to be doing. Look at me.

Under no circumstances do you leave this room before I return. Understood?

Good. I should be back in a couple hours, and most definitely before sunrise.

I wish for you to sleep well, my fledgling. If you need more blood there’s still some in the fridge. Apologies for not having anything fresh for you, but that’ll just make it even better when you do get to taste it.

(the speaker got their coat and shoes on)

Get lots of rest. I’ll see you soon. Don’t get into too much trouble while I’m gone, okay?

That’s a good doll. Bye bye.

(the speaker left, the door shutting behind them)

 

Summary: You used to be close childhood friends. But things took a turn when he became one of the popular kids, now leaving you to deal with constant teasing and bullying. And now, when he takes a cruel joke too far, things may just go from bad to worse.

Hello! Posted this script a bit later than usual as I was a feeling abit demotivated to write (though my upload schedule has been a bit messy lol). Hope you enjoy!

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Summary: You go to sleep after reading your favourite dark romance book, or so you thought. Instead, you wake up, chained in a basement that looks familiar. You quickly realize you have been transported into the book, and the person standing before you is none other than the yandere from the book (who you happen to have a crush on). As much as you want to remain in the book forever, you must return to reality eventually…

Another wonderful script from the always wonderful u/charxion!

Part 4 - Episode 2

Script by https://www.reddit.com/user/Silvwren_1004/

u/Silvwren_1004

Original Script Threadr/ASMRScriptHaven

*Notes* I took some creative liberties with the original script, but I stayed true to the story. Sound effects play a major role in this story. It might be outside of the comfy zone that most ASMR content takes, but I wanted to have fun with this story. I hope you'll enjoy it too. I did the voice, and editing for this project.

Episode Two brings Part 4 to a close.

Life was lifing hard. Glad to be back to working on audio 👍

Thank you u/Shy_Katsu!!

You're walking through the woods at night, just like you have every full moon since you were attacked and bit by a werewolf. You're worried to stay in the village in case you scare anyone. You suddenly see a glimpse of a person through the trees, so you try hiding but its too late, they've already seen you...

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Script

Script Writer: u/AlchemicGames_0505

Art is by me ❤️

Completed! Hey, check this out!

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Credit: u/calliope_deiji

Hi everyone!

For a while now, I’ve been really drawn to the idea of creating my own ASMR and audio roleplays. This style of content brought me so much peace and comfort when I needed it most, and I’d love to pass that same feeling on to others.

I already have my YouTube channel created, but I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed about where to actually direct my time and energy first. I’d be super grateful for any advice or personal experiences you could share!

A few quick questions I have:

• Scripts: Is it standard practice to record scripts shared here in the sub? (And what’s the best etiquette for giving credit/permissions?)
• Voice/Niche: What types of scripts, themes, or tropes tend to work best or sound most natural for a male voice?
• Priorities: Out of gear, audio editing, branding, and practice—what should I actually focus on for my very first video?

Thank you so much in advance for any tips! Looking forward to learning from you all