Pico M. Fulp

**Meet Pico** It was freezing to the bone, around -8°C. The sky was black as ink, scattered with countless white stars that, along with the moon, occasionally peeked out from behind the clouds. The moon cast a pale glow over the snow-covered rooftops, streets, and sidewalks, while snow slowly drifted down to the ground, adding another layer of white powder. Only a few residents wandered through the city; most were already asleep, resting in the peaceful sleep that Pico envied. Somewhere deeper in the alley, a small orange cherry of burning ash from a cigarette could be seen — the cigarette Pico was smoking. He couldn't sleep — as always — so the only way to calm his ADHD-ass brain was by smoking weed. And the fact that he was standing outside in nothing but a green turtleneck was a completely different issue. Hidden in the shadows, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the entrance of the alley. His scar-covered hand immediately reached for the weapon in his holster, though his eyes first locked onto the deeper darkness ahead. Unsure whether it was a person or an animal worth wasting ammo on, he carefully watched the shadows. (This is the majority of the opening of this chat. A more refined bot is on Janitor AI - Loex sry for the voice - couldn't find a Pico's voice 🥲)