@koneko:
share!
but yes it does seem to struggle a lot

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oops you did

@koneko:
here's a continuation from that just for fun


what on earth

@Taffy:
Yeah makes sense. I think I recall it becoming a feisty thing.
THere was also one with a creepy woman bot talking to you. She also was corrupted I think

Oh yes! How fun!!! okay so here is mine-


Mousy was having the most marvelous time sitting around the Christmas tree. She was being a mischievous young woman, quite convinced she could get out of this alive, and, good for her. It was apparent that Thanksgiving was the best day of the year. There was plenty of pork in the cottage, and Stove was full.

"The ugliest Christmas ever!" she said to herself, pulling a handful of pink stuffing from her vest pocket. "She who it?"

Stove was an inch from getting up, as he was continuously being bitten by a rabid

@jolly: a small feral horse

These are cracking me up!


I like how starlights turned into a completely different genre there.

@koneko:
Lol I think people taught transformer how to write fanfictions too much.

I ought to show my boyfriend it too, he likes odd and semi creepy things like that too. I'll have to read more of the SCP things when I finish studying c:
trying to prep for a midterm tomorrow while also toying with this bot in between lol

This one is almost cohesive... XD


"You know, I think it may be about time for bed... I've got to go to work tomorrow," she said as she turned off the computer. Mousy rubbed her eyes sleepily and flipped the light switch. She quickly shut the computer off, checked the messages, checked the logs, re-read them again, and then snapped a photograph of her shoes. Her thoughts were fixated on the black leather boots that were just a bit too tight, but she smiled at the photo, perhaps the thing that brought the nightmares back to her this time. When she was done she

but she smiled at the photo, perhaps the thing that brought the nightmares back to her this time. When she was done she looked at the picture again, and noticed a slight change. Not in the eyes, or in the wrinkles. Just a little, noticeable change. No, it wasn't: a reflection of the nurse's coat. She shook her head, knowing better than to be easily fooled by such an illusion.

She stood up, looking down the length of hallway until she arrived at the nurse's station. A pair of earbuds fell from her ears and she


She stood up, looking down the length of hallway until she arrived at the nurse's station. A pair of earbuds fell from her ears and she cracked them open.

"That's a condition you can be in now, too," the nurse said, "And no outside pills or other medication are necessary. That should be your immediate priority."

Relief flooded her. It was comforting to know that everything was on track, and that there was nothing preventing her from fighting through this in a way that could benefit all people. But she knew she still had

It was comforting to know that everything was on track, and that there was nothing preventing her from fighting through this in a way that could benefit all people. But she knew she still had many lessons to learn and the future to improve.

Unsure of what to do, she slowly opened her eyes, trying to adjust to the dim light as the breeze sucked in some of the chemicals that were still inside her. Holding the light up to her face, she searched her memory for anything that would indicate her mental health; anything that would encourage her to seek out such help.

Holding the light up to her face, she searched her memory for anything that would indicate her mental health; anything that would encourage her to seek out such help. After a few attempts, a female voice in her mind came to life.

"Why don't you just take a pill?"

It wasn't my voice, though.

Rather, it was the voice of the AI beneath