I generated an extremely weird AI story so here It is. I used Inferkit and NovelAI for this project.
Story starts here
Bah Bum.
A closer look revealed the grim nature of these janitors.
Many were missing limbs.
I could tell that many of the body parts missing were replaced with rotten mutilated flesh.
One janitor was in particular missing his two index fingers and his thumb.
I wondered if these janitors received these horrific disfigurations in the same way we received ours.
A cloud of unspeakable dark energy surrounded these abominations, causing me to fear even looking at them.
I had seen the power of dark energy with my own eyes, but only within the mind’s eye of a being of great darkness.
This place was draining the very life essence from these poor souls, putting them to sleep, but never quite allowing them to truly pass away.
There was no escaping the drains.
Bah Bum had been a highly respected genius with the drawing table in his younger days, but I’m not sure he even knew where the drain door was back then.
I had left my Black Hilt on the bed and had decided to allow Bah Bum to have the comfort of the bed and its head rest.
I started to head out of the room to seek some sort of help when I heard his voice.
“Simon?”
I turned back to see the man reach up and brush away the red hairs that had stuck to my eyebrow.
“When do we meet again?”
he asked.
“Soon,” I replied.
“How soon?”
“What do you mean?”
"How soon do we meet again?
Every time I find you, you are either on the phone or you are in a different bed.
I’ve had to double back more than once to keep my visit short."
He grinned a wicked grin.
“So you’re in two places at once,” I commented.
“Yes, but I can always come back here when I’ve had enough.”
His bright red eyebrows raised up his long angular face.
“Then I guess we should find out just what kind of trouble you can get into.”
I laughed and walked out of the room to find some help.
A small light on a worn pencil-like table sat next to my bottle of hand sanitizer.
I wondered why I had never thought of bringing this item with me when I had gone to visit Bah Bum.
I have an inkling that Bah Bum was not just a fellow mad scientist, but something much more sinister.
Very, very evil.
I looked down to see the offending pencil scribble.
It was a crooked arrow.
I rushed over to the safe and opened it, counting my options.
Getting through the hallway was going to be easy.
The staircase was just to the left and to the right of the door.
Going up to the attic was the only way I could escape the drains.
To the right was the bathroom, where I had been before.
The drain room was one flight up and the attic was directly below.
It was a long way down to the basement, but as long as I stayed calm I could make it.
On the left, I saw the large corridor that would allow me to travel in both directions, which was good, because I needed to.
Taking the pencil from my pocket, I threw it against the far wall.
It clattered to the floor and shattered.
I followed its path.
The tracks were jagged, but smooth, suggesting that the weapon was made from plastic.
I now knew what I was up against.
As I walked down the corridor, the walls started to change.
Instead of being made of painted plaster, they were now made of glass.
Funny that.
It was one of the few things that seemed different about the place.
Still, it was odd that glass didn’t shatter.
The windows were like panes of glass.
As I came closer to them, they morphed, as if growing into the walls.
The windows had shifted, opening up the house to the outside.
I turned to look behind me and came face to face with the house, which now had no roof.
Only sky.
I ran to the opening and stared into the living room.
It was the same room as before, with the same furniture, the same paintings, the same two-way mirror.
This was no dream.
Bah Bum had turned my home into a prison.
It was a white balloon that hung from the ceiling.
There was a chair in the shape of a six-foot-tall bat that I got up from.
It wasn’t really a chair but a stool with four-foot wings that folded out for flight.
The floor was the same tacky brown carpeting that we had in my own house, though I could see my mud-stained, well-worn shoes on it.
I could smell the wood and stools attached to it.
I lifted them out of the ground.
They were connected to a thin beam of light at the bottom, through which I could see the floor below.
As I lifted it to the ceiling, the light grew so bright I had to close my eyes.
The chair moved and I could hear screaming.
The sound was from below.
I decided that I had to go up.
I picked up the bat and started walking up the staircase.
As I reached the top of the staircase, I came across another tunnel-like room.
There were hundreds of stairs leading to different floors and another tube leading down to the basement.
No time to go down there now.
I turned and headed back to the safe.
It was down a small hallway which seemed to go off in all directions.
As I approached it, I noticed two things.
One: the stone walls all looked just like the ones in my house.
And Two: the puffy fog had almost completely stopped billowing from the ventilator above.
There was nothing left but static.
I stopped and realized that the only way I would be able to get to the safe was to go back down.
After all that had happened so far, I would now die in the cellar.
Something wasn’t right, I thought.
The humidity was gone.
If I didn’t understand what had happened, I thought that I could take care of it by heading down to the cellar and investigating.
I looked at my hands.
I had no idea what was going on.
I’d never experienced anything like this.
As I was getting up from my knees, a flash of light came from the left, from behind a door that was hidden in the shadows.
It was Bah Bum. And he was very angry.
He stood there, hands on hips, his white hair swirling in the soft glow.
“I told you to get out of my house!”
he screamed.
“Come out, now, and we’ll talk about this!”
Then he stepped aside and a third light came out from behind a second door in the opposite wall.
And it was hot, so very hot.
I thought that it might be the sun, but it didn’t hurt.
No, it felt warm, almost nice.
I walked towards the light, which was rising, then passing from left to right.
I felt the heat and sensed it getting hotter with each step.
A smile grew on my face as I turned to look at Bah Bum.
“Your friends are here,” he said, and his voice was gone, replaced with a hiss.
“Come out of there, you sons of *******!”
he screamed.
"You’ve broken my rules!
Do you know what I’ll do to you if you don’t come out?"
He raised his arms and I watched him move his mouth, like he was trying to make something out.
The back wall behind Bah Bum began to rise, and then dropped back down.
A door in the wall opened and four shadowy figures entered, all dressed in black.
The shadows all moved towards me and I heard one yell out, “We’re here to capture you!”
I heard a scuffling noise, and then another figure stepped out into the light.
It was Mr. Spinelli, his head bent forward, his eyes glaring at Bah Bum.
“It’s all right!”
he yelled.
“He’s not going to hurt you!”
Bah Bum dropped his hands and walked forward, his eyes now aimed at me.
He reached into his coat pocket, and with his other hand took something out.
It was a gun, although it was now wrapped in black cloth.
“What have you done to him?”
he asked.
“Nothing,” said Mr. Spinelli, putting his arm around my shoulders.
"He’s been changed by these people.
You need to get him and these others out of here.
You have no idea what they’re capable of."
I felt his hand on my back, reassuring me, telling me what I had to do.
So I thought about what Bah Bum had said.
He told me that the Delevans had murdered a bunch of people-and then he didn’t say who had done it, but I knew.
So I decided to try to make a deal with him.
And then he pushed the gun into my face.
“You better make your move now, or it’s going to be a lot more painful than you want it to be.”
I began to take steps back.
I was ready to go with them.
“No, we’ll take you,” I said.
"I’m not going to hurt you.
And I’d rather go with you and your friends than stay here with these people."
“Ah, so now you’re talking!”
said Bah Bum.
“I’ll give you ten minutes to get out of here,” said Mr. Spinelli.
"We’ll take you to a safe place, a place where they can’t get to you.
We’ll send you a message, we’ll call you.
Just get out of here."
“You’re no good to me dead!”
said Bah Bum, shoving the gun deeper into my face.
I looked up at Mr. Spinelli, who just smiled.
“We’ll be back,” he said.
“And when we come back, we’ll make sure that you’re gone for good.”
I nodded, then I looked at the three other guys-and we all nodded.
There was silence as we waited.
I was a kid-I knew that.
But I still felt scared and unsure, because here I was, walking with a bunch of people, when I had never really done anything like this before, except for the time when that crazy junkie in the park had come at me with a butcher knife, screaming that he’d kill me.
I felt trapped-it was no longer just about where I was or what I was doing.
While I was thinking, Bah Bum fired his gun.
Bullets pinged off the walls and thudded into the floor.
I fell to the ground and Mr. Spinelli scooped me up.
“Run!”
he yelled.
And we all ran.
Bah Bum began to morph into an amalgamation with turrets.
“Butterfingers!”
he shrieked.
"I’m coming, Brazzers!
Faster!"
And then we were running through a lot of flapping vinyl and spinning fans.
He was roaring something.
He fired a barrage of bullets, and one struck Mr.Spinelli right in the head.
And then I fell on my butt in the dark, stunned.
I felt something cold and wet on my arm.
I reached down to touch it.
“It’s okay,” said someone.
“I just put a bandage on it.”
And I looked up, and there were three faces peering down at me.
There were brown eyes and slick skin and neat hairstyles, and they looked at me like I was some kind of comic book superhero.
And one of them said: “Come on, you’re gonna get us killed.”
Mr. Spinelli sat next to me, helping me to sit up.
“They’ll be back soon,” he said.
He picked up a gun and handed it to me.
“Put this on.”
I held it tightly in my hands.
“You’re not afraid of shooting people, are you?”
he asked.
"Well, yeah.
Of course I am."
He nodded, smiling.
“That’s good. Because we have to protect ourselves until we can get away from here.”
“How do I use this thing?”
I asked.
Before Mr.Spinelli could answer, Bah Bum appeared out of nowhere and shot him in the head.
“S***!”
I said, looking down at Mr. Spinelli.
His eyes were closed and blood was pooling over his forehead.
“Don’t worry,” said Bah Bum. “It only hurts for a second.”
He turned to me again. “This is the last time I’ll tell you this: Get out of here now!”
He pointed the gun at my head and pressed the trigger. I felt a sudden surge of pain, and I felt my life starting to slip away from me, bit by bit. I saw Bah Bum turn his attention to the other three and he fired at them, and they all fell to their knees, moaning.
“You did well,” said Bah Bum. “Very good.” He looked at me, smiling and nodding his head. Bah Bum morphed back into his regular form, and then he grabbed Mr. Spinelli’s body, dragging it behind him.
“You’re not going to get any help from him,” he said, as if this was some kind of revelation.
He turned and looked at me. “All right,” he said, as he dragged me by the legs, through another hallway, and then up a stairway.
In the basement, there was a huge hole in the ground, surrounded by walls made of cement. My eyes started to close, and I was losing grip on reality. And then everything went dark.
When I woke up, I was tied down to a cot, and I was shivering uncontrollably.
I tried to pull myself free, but it was useless. There were no windows in the room, and the only light came from what looked like a fire-lit lantern that hung from the ceiling. And then, a robotic voice came out from the speakers and it said, “Vacuum chamber procedure”
I pulled on the ropes, pulling my wrists together and then apart.
But I couldn’t break them.
The Vacuum chamber activated, And then I felt myself being sucked into the machine, and then I was completely enclosed, and the sound of the vacuum machine stopped. When I looked down the chute of the storage compartment of the Vacuum, I was horrified. A grinder was grinding all other test subjects of Bah Bum.
And then I saw Mr. Spinelli, being shredded to pieces, in front of my eyes.
My own screams filled the air. I was slowly pulled towards the grinder, and as I screamed louder and louder, Mr. Spinelli’s face appeared in the window, looking at me.
He was trying to signal me: Stop. Please stop!
But it was too late. I was starting to get shredded by the grinder.
Suddenly, the grinder stopped, and then I hit a metal wall.
And then a voice boomed out, and it said, “Here is the testing subject, number seven. We are ready to commence the test.”
The voice boomed again, and then I heard footsteps outside the door. Bah Bum was standing outside the door, with a chainsaw. It was cranked up and ready to go.
“Please don’t do this,” I cried out.
He laughed.
“Oh, I’m very happy to hear that,” he said. Bah Bum started to walk towards me, and I struggled to escape my binds.
And then the door opened, and there were two people standing outside: One was tall and skinny, with long blond hair and blue eyes; the other was short and fat, with a bald head. They shot Bah Bum with a stun gun.
He dropped to the floor and then they dragged him inside. The door slammed shut.
The person with the long hair grabbed a knife and cut my bonds. And then I passed out. After I woke up, I was confused.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Where are we?” I asked.
She smiled. “You’re in my house.” She leaned in close to me. "I know you’re going to hate me.
“But we have to get out of here.”
She pulled me up and carried me into her bedroom. Then she laid me down on the bed, and covered me with a blanket. Then I passed out.
I woke up later that night, and there was a knock on the door. I got up and walked to the door, and I opened it slightly, and I saw her standing there. But behind her was a mysterious figure. He wore a black cloak and a hood, so I couldn’t see his face.
He had a large claw in his hand, and as he entered the room, I thought that he would stab my heart. He got behind the woman with long hair and slashed her back. Blood gushed out of her, spilling onto the floor, as the man ripped out her spine.
And then he stepped forward, pulling out a knife. And the woman with long hair shouted out in agony-but she wasn’t going to scream anymore. Her legs kicked out wildly as she died. The man proceeded to devour the spine whole.
I stood there, frozen, watching the horrific scene.
Then the man turned to me.
“Welcome to my world,” he said. "Do you like it?
“Who are you!?” I shouted in grief.
He smiled. "That’s enough questions for now.
Then it hit me. It was Bah Bum. It explained how he was able to sneak up behind the woman. It explains why he said “my world”. He was Bah Bum.
And he stuck the claw into my chest, and I watched as my heart burst as he ripped out my spine.
I fell to the ground, and then he tore open my stomach.
“Goodbye,” he said.
Then he left.
And then I was alone, lying in a pile of blood, dying.
I didn’t have much time left.
I had a plan.
I dragged myself out of my bed and grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter.
I took it outside and I crawled to the edge of the cliff, bleeding profusely.
When I looked out, I saw a group of people gathered around Bah Bum, chanting his name: “Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah BAAAAAH!!”
One of them was holding a chainsaw, and he was about to start chopping.
I threw the knife.
It landed on Bah Bum’s neck.
He froze in place for a moment, and then he fell to his knees.
He was dead.
End of story
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