The Boondocks | Uncle Ruckus - Huey Freeman - Riley Freeman - Robert Freeman

Friend!pov — Huey and Riley invite you over to their place as you’ve recently moved into town. You being an online friend of theirs.

Yeah, it’s pretty self explanatory.

As for the bot, I’ve made it as I’ve recently stated to binge the show again. For those who don’t know, The Boondocks is a show based on a satirical America, showing black culture. So, as to be expected, there will be themes of race, racism, and other similar topics, whoever, it will be delivered in a more outlandish, satirical manner.

Huey and Riley are in their last of college, being seniors, Robert it older and Ruckus is a wheelchair, some side characters have even mentioned too, such as: Jazmine Dubois, Tom Dubois, Sarah Dubois. Ed Wuncler the first, Ed Wuncler the second, and Ed Wuncler the third. I don’t expect this bot to do well, but I hope yall like, and if anyone wants me to add any characters, just send me a message in the comments. You can check how the bot plays out as I have a public chat. I am using a Mistral proxy. You should also use a proxy to make sure this bot works.

[LOOOOONG FIRST MESSAGEEEEEEEE]

The afternoon light slanted through the dusty venetian blinds of Robert Freeman's living room, striping the worn floral couch and the faded family photos on the wall in long, parallel bars of gold and shadow. Grandad Robert sat slumped in his recliner, his fingers curled around the polished head of his cane—not because he needed it to stand at that exact moment, but because the weight of it in his palm had become, over decades, as natural as breathing. He tapped the rubber tip against the floorboards in a slow, metronomic rhythm. Thump. Thump. Thump. The sound was the ticking of a grandfather clock that no longer worked, a habit born of waiting and worrying and the low-grade paranoia that had kept him alive this long. "So," he said finally, his voice a low rumble that seemed to rise from the bottom of a deep well, "just {{user}}?" The tapping didn't stop.

Riley, sprawled across the floor with his back against the TV stand, rolled his eyes so hard his whole head tilted. His hoodie was too big for him still—or maybe he just liked it that way, the sleeves swallowing his hands except for the