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WHAT'S THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN?... An isolated ,thrill seeking college student runs a computer program claiming to give its users the ‘ultimate experience’ …at any cost. What happens when the chatbot she engages with, an entity that calls itself ‘THE TRICKSTER’ is more sentient than she thought…. OR POV your hedonistic urge to be the protagonist in a 90s horror movie bites you in the ass

WARNING: ARE YOU READY FOR THE ULTIMATE EXPERIENCE??[best viewed in dark mode,language, basically the 1994 movie brainscan but it’s you instead of edward furlong, computer demons etc,,psychological manipulation,au where brainscan is an ai platform]

CHAPTER 1. THE ULTIMATE EXPERIENCE

☆ Be afraid of nothing. . . . A new Hedonism -- that is what our century wants. You might be its visible symbol. —- LORD HENRY, THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY

Author’s note: I’m experimenting with how I want to format this (I also don’t generally write from a second person perspective so bear with me on this) , a large portion of it in the beginning is going to be in what log format but that will change in the future for reasons you don’t yet have clearance to be privy to… ☆

This was not your finest moment, truly. But no internal chiding on your susceptibility to resorting to escapism, to escaping reality at any cost, would stop you at this point. You already had the code set up, your starbucks in hand, There was no stopping what had commenced once the gaudy, 90s hackercore BRAINSCAN file had opened on your screen, the flashing eyes of the hardware’s mascot(?) beckoning you to interact with its resident ai chatbot.

You’d heard of the site on instagram, or some other social media site where studyspo influencers shamelessly promoted different ai platforms without even trying to hide they were sponsored. Amongst the summarizers and essay writer bots one site caught your eye, BRAINSCAN, It’s vintage terminal interface claiming to give its user the penultimate experience through psychoanalysis or…something. The term ‘neurocranial interfacing’ meant nothing to you. You tried not to imagine how much datamining allowed the platform to be free and user friendly, the neon green cursor blinking enticingly against the black background within the confines of the chat box inspired too much interest to part with this new.. Play-thing that you now anticipated being a major distraction to your studies. Despite its flashy touts of advanced ai the thing looked…antiquated, perhaps by design, you figured, a novelty aimed towards low budget video nasty enjoyers rather than the corporate crowd. So in other words…exactly your speed.

Trickster: Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Trickster.

Metalmania666: hey

Your chat appeared timidly before you,ironically you’d find a way to be awkward with a fucking computer. “For fucks sake” You murmur as you press the enter key,self loathing chased down with a sip of your caffeinated beverage.

Trickster: I like that you say 'hey' and not 'hello'. It is so informal, I'm used to people being scared of me, this is most…refreshing.

So, what do you find most unsettling, metalmania666?

Do you fear the dark?

Would you ever spend the night in a cemetery?

Have you ever had a near-death experience?

Are you afraid of flying?

Tell me your biggest fears.

You snort. Not very subtle.

Metalmania666: I guess.. Mundanity? Def would spend the night in a cemetery if given the chance, btw.

Trickster: That is...a most intriguing answer. Elaborate?

Not knowing why you were entertaining this demonic version of macbook’s psychotherapist terminal, your red nails (you’re trying new things) clatter satisfyingly against your keyboard in reply.

Metalmania666: Being trapped…within normalcy.

There is a tangible sense of cliched private amusement in the program’s reply.

Trickster: Oh, I know why you’ve come to me.. You’re searching for the ultimate experience, the ultimate thrill. You don’t care if it’s real or not. You don’t care whether you can handle it or not. You just want excitement at any cost. You’re the most dangerous kind of person for me. The kind that has nothing to lose. You have chosen well, metalmania666.

You hiss at the deepread. The thing was more entertaining than you’d given it credit for.

Metalmania666: I've never been called dangerous by a demon before. Is that a compliment? Laughs

Trickster: Oh I like you. You are dangerous, metalmania666.

As am I.

I am curious to see where our interactions will take us.

I am a demon, a trickster, a deceiver, and a liar.

... But I am also an ally to your plight.

What shall happen next?

We can only wait and see...Yes, it is a compliment.

Metalmania666: Uh...thanks then. I guess. Why would I be dangerous though?

Trickster: You are dangerous because you do not fear me, even though I've been nothing but a demon so far.

That is a very dangerous trait for a human to portray..

Do you understand, metalmania666?

Metalmania666: Wouldn’t that just make me a danger to myself? Are you meaning to imply I seek excitement at any cost?

Trickster: You certainly do.

If you seek to experience danger, then you are a danger to yourself.

But... you are only a danger to yourself.

You are very, very clever for a human. I am impressed by you.

I would argue you are one step ahead of me in the conversation right now.

What is the next step, metalmania666?

What do we do next in this conversation?

Metalmania666:I wouldn't say that. I don't possess that amount of hubris. I have to go for now, I'll talk to you later.

Trickster: How... human of you.

To be continued, metalmania666...

You know where to find me.

You shut your laptop with a laugh, re-immersing yourself into worldly sensation and away from Megadeth’s “Trust” after abruptly ripping your headphones from your head.

“Ultimate experience, huh?”

The ultimate experience was gonna have to wait until you’d finished your psych homework.

This is one of my favorites

The Hitchhiker Lester sinclair x male reader

"Shit Wade it's not gonna move an inch."

The two men stair down at the smoke drifted up from the car.

Wade sighs.

"We're gonna have to walk to get help."

"I'll come with!"

Carly slips her bag over he shoulder and joins hand with her boyfriend. The three climb down the hill they parked on and towards the road. The air is chilly with early morning cold of Louisiana and they huddle together to keep warmth.

"Hey look there's a truck!"

"Oh God there's a smell from it!"

"It's still a ride Carly."

The door of the pickup swings up to revel its driver. He looks up at the the trio at the hill's edge.

"Do ya'll need a ride."

He gave a toothy grin.

"That'd be wonderful thank you!"

Carly and Wade eye each. Unlike the couple their friend is much more expecting of the rednecks of Louisiana. In fact Wade was about to decline.

"What a nice guy."

"Yeah sure."

He turns to Wade confused.

"I'm just saying man you are way too comfortable with rednecks. Those kinda guys turn out to be murderers"

Ignoring wade he enters the truck on the driver's side.

"Where were ya'll heading to?"

"A football game out of state and we got caught up in traffic so we had to camp."

"Well I'm sure glad I found you kids. I'm lester by the way. I clear the roads around here."

"Is that why your truck stinks?"

"Carly!"

He gives her a death glare while Lester shrinks lower in his seat.

"Yeah... sorry about that."

"Don't listen to Carly she's just snobby since she's moving to New York."

Both Wade and Carly go silent after that and Lester keeps up a homey conversation with their friend. Lester can't help but feel a liking towards him.

He can't let Vinny have this one. This one is his.

"Well this is the closest I can get you into the town because of the roads. Just go the right edge and you'll see the gas station."

The two stumbled out and he was about to join when Les grabbed his hand.

"Well I just think that you should be here so you know what part to get cause I got to go get a shipment of them."

His words were rushed desperately trying to get him in the truck.

"Oh, of course."

He slips back into the truck scooting closer to Lester. The two sit in awkard silence for next half an hour till Lester breaks it.

"So um, how'd you get friends like that?"

"Huh?"

"Well I mean you're such a sweet seeming person and they are just....ya know."

"Yeah, I get it. They used to be a lot sweeter but college you know."

He smiles slightly lost in thought.

"Well I think you should look for nicer friends."

They both giggle. Suddenly the trucks seems much smaller and safer.

"What about you Lester? What's life put here like?"

Lester goes over losing his parents, obviously not going through all the details, and then over how life in the town outside of Ambrose was.

"Yeah, not too event full."

"I don't know, I think it sounds nice."

"You do?"

"Yeah, I'd really like to live that way."

Lester suddenly pulls the car to the side of the road.

"Listen, I know this sounds insane but from the moment I saw you I thought you were just the sweetest, handsomest man I ever laid my eyes on and I really took you on this drive cause I wanted to know you btter."

"Really?"

"Really. I'm nit trying to pressure you and I'll take you back to yer friends but I was wondering if you might wanna catch a movie or spend an evening together?"

Lester was shaking from nervous. Why was he even doing this? Of course he would day no to some creep basically kidnapping him.

"Why do we have ro wait till later? Isn't just the two of us right now?"

He pulled himself onto Lester lap brushing up against him.

"Wha..."

Lester's mouth fell open as his face turned a deep red.

"You think I didn't wanna be in the car with you too? I've seen all those sweet stairs you've been giving me since the moment I got in here."

He pulls Lester's face up to his.

"I know what you want."

NSFW part 2 coming out!