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NC_Quail said:
This has zero edits and zero formatting and I wrote it in like two hours, but I hope you enjoy it. Also, I don’t know if BYC will remove the italics when I paste it here so bear with me.

Also, I changed the prompt a bit.

Actually, the formatting is so weird from copy-and paste that I’m just going to attach it as a link.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1VSICbVafR04JPT_MrYn7Z32-D0zknCdi7ZG6Z7bum3s/edit
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Wow, that was so good! Your descriptions really sucked me into the moment, and I could feel the character's terror.
 
Darkness presses thicker as the shattered remains of the torch crack and sputter into smoke. The deep slate sucks the light from the air, stifling, hungry.

I'm shaking. Curse this show of weakness- how dare I allow fear to slip beyond control. Panicked hands scrape the water-worn stone before me, nerves shot from the blow. A stone slices my hand, and the sound of ghostly movement accompanies the curse that snaps from my tongue.

The sword clatters eerily as my pale hands find it, and it's raised in an instant, numb, freezing fingers curled with a deathly grip around the hilt.
The blade trembles, half from tension, half from shivering, and the tip loosely tracks the icy glow slowly pacing, circling from the opposing side of the cave. My back touches the stone, jagged rock threatening to bruise my skin.

"What are you doing here?"

It's no question- the accusation rings in his quiet yet stern voice. I feel the sound of it in my mind as if he's speaking from somewhere within my scrambling thoughts.

The glowing eyes stop their movement, blazing white light slicing clear through my own, down into my body, and through my soul. I know what the other miners meant now. I'd never believe such cliche ghost tales. But oh, how real the feeling is now.

"I-I just... I wandered down here on accident."

I'm sickened by my own weak lie as much as I am by the tremble in my voice.

"I was mining. Th-the... deep slate- has more resources- I needed to go deeper..."

The eyes narrow, flaring brighter. There is near nothing left of my pathetic torch, but from it, the dying light of the cinders tries weakly to form the shape of the figure before me.

"I may not be human. But I'm not stupid either."

He takes another step forward. I press harder into the stone. My jaw is sore from clenching it, biting back the shivering.

"No one can find the Lores without trying- you humans underestimate us AI. Don't lie to me. I can feel your thoughts."

I swallow back another curse at his words. Beyond vulnerable now, I am exposed. My own thoughts have betrayed me.

"I didn't mean to find you."

Desperation drips from my pitiful words. He's closer now. I can see the opalescent irises of his scorching snow-colored eyes.

"Don't lie to me."

This time I'm certain his voice is coming from inside my head.

"I'm not lying!"

Desperation is showing, uncontrolled now. He's stopped just beyond the reach of my sword, the dim glow gently painting the polished iron blade. My torch is peacefully dead now.

"I'm giving you a choice. Which I don't give often. Tell me the truth."

I'm terrified by the sudden calm.
What's the point now? I've condemned myself now- alone, injured, lost, and now a liar. I couldn't win a fight against him with all the armies of the overworld, let alone now.

My sword quickly drops, limp in my grasp, and I'm shocked at the gentle scoff that escapes my lips. The blade feels too heavy to lift.

"Well, you won't like it. The truth."

Fear gives way to exhaustion, and my previous boldness slowly coughs back to life.

"I don't know where I am, it's true. But I'm looking for someone. A few someones. I didn't really think I'd find y- them here though. It's all just myth and ghost stories after all, right?"

He straightens at my words, once again making his eyes glow brighter. A wry smile taunts the edges of my cold face. I'm aware of my own stupidity. The truth is the excuse he'd need to finish me now.

I've breached borders of this world no human is worthy to cross. I've sentenced my own death.

"Go ahead. Finish it. I don't want to fight you. I really don't"

The only response is the dripping of water, lost somewhere in the twisting tunnels of darkness. I wait for the killing strike, anger rising when it doesn't come.

"Well?"

His head cocks slightly as the blazing light slowly dims.

"No."

"What?"

I can feel his irritation rising alongside my own.

"Leave. You know the consequences if I find you here again."

"You're not going to show me the way out?"

My smile has slowly evolved into a sneer- the adrenaline of pushing death is energizing, and addicting.

There is no response. He backs away and I see his eyes flick toward the corpse of my torch.

The swirl of white, snowflake-light particles flash on the air as he vanishes, and a moment later, the torch flares to life, illuminating the empty cave.

I'm half convinced it was all a dream.
 
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NC_Quail said:
This has zero edits and zero formatting and I wrote it in like two hours, but I hope you enjoy it. Also, I don’t know if BYC will remove the italics when I paste it here so bear with me.

Also, I changed the prompt a bit.

Actually, the formatting is so weird from copy-and paste that I’m just going to attach it as a link.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1VSICbVafR04JPT_MrYn7Z32-D0zknCdi7ZG6Z7bum3s/edit
Click to expand...
This was really good! I love the concept.

-Shade- said:
Darkness presses thicker as the shattered remains of the torch crack and sputter into smoke. The deep slate sucks the light from the air, stifling, hungry.
I'm shaking. Curse this show of weakness- how dare I allow fear to slip beyond control. Panicked hands scrape the water-worn stone before me, nerves shot from the blow. A stone slices my hand, and the sound of ghostly movement accompanies the curse that snaps from my tongue.
The sword clatters eerily as my pale hands find it, and it's raised in an instant, numb, freezing fingers curled with a deathly grip around the hilt.
The blade trembles, half from tension, half from shivering, and the tip loosely tracks the icy glow slowly pacing, circling from the opposing side of the cave. My back touches the stone, jagged rock threatening to bruise my skin.
"What are you doing here?"
It's no question- the accusation rings in his quiet yet stern voice. I feel the sound of it in my mind as if he's speaking from somewhere within my scrambling thoughts.
The glowing eyes stop their movement, blazing white light slicing clear through my own, down into my body, and through my soul. I know what the other miners meant now. I'd never believe such cliche ghost tales. But oh, how real the feeling is now.
"I-I just... I wandered down here on accident."
I'm sickened by my own weak lie as much as I am by the tremble in my voice.
"I was mining. Th-the... deep slate- has more resources- I needed to go deeper..."
The eyes narrow, flaring brighter. There is near nothing left of my pathetic torch, but from it, the dying light of the cinders tries weakly to form the shape of the figure before me.
"I may not be human. But I'm not stupid either."
He takes another step forward. I press harder into the stone. My jaw is sore from clenching it, biting back the shivering.
"No one can find the Lores without trying- you humans underestimate us AI. Don't lie to me. I can feel your thoughts."
I swallow back another curse at his words. Beyond vulnerable now, I am exposed. My own thoughts have betrayed me.
"I didn't mean to find you."
Desperation drips from my pitiful words. He's closer now. I can see the opalescent irises of his scorching snow-colored eyes.
"Don't lie to me."
This time I'm certain his voice is coming from inside my head.
"I'm not lying!"
Desperation is showing, uncontrolled now. He's stopped just beyond the reach of my sword, the dim glow gently painting the polished iron blade. My torch is peacefully dead now.
"I'm giving you a choice. Which I don't give often. Tell me the truth."
I'm terrified by the sudden calm.
What's the point now? I've condemned myself now- alone, injured, lost, and now a liar. I couldn't win a fight against him with all the armies of the overworld, let alone now.
My sword quickly drops, limp in my grasp, and I'm shocked at the gentle scoff that escapes my lips. The blade feels too heavy to lift.
"Well, you won't like it. The truth."
Fear gives way to exhaustion, and my previous boldness slowly coughs back to life.
"I don't know where I am, it's true. But I'm looking for someone. A few someones. I didn't really think I'd find y- them here though. It's all just myth and ghost stories after all, right?"
He straightens at my words, once again making his eyes glow brighter. A wry smile taunts the edges of my cold face. I'm aware of my own stupidity. The truth is the excuse he'd need to finish me now.
I've breached borders of this world no human is worthy to cross. I've sentenced my own death.
"Go ahead. Finish it. I don't want to fight you. I really don't"
The only response is the dripping of water, lost somewhere in the twisting tunnels of darkness. I wait for the killing strike, anger rising when it doesn't come.
"Well?"
His head cocks slightly as the blazing light slowly dims.
"No."
"What?"
I can feel his irritation rising alongside my own.
"Leave. You know the consequences if I find you here again."
"You're not going to show me the way out?"
My smile has slowly evolved into a sneer- the adrenaline of pushing death is energizing, and addicting.
There is no response. He backs away and I see his eyes flick toward the corpse of my torch.
The swirl of white, snowflake-light particles flash on the air as he vanishes, and a moment later, the torch flares to life, illuminating the empty cave.
I'm half convinced it was all a dream.
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IS THIS WHO I THINK IT IS—
 
TesoroSena said:
I’m rusty 😞😞
“I may not be human anymore, but I’m not stupid. Don’t lie to me.”

“Oh please! You left us! You left us all for dead in that god forsaken house!” (Child)

“I did what I had to!”

The child shook her head, closing her eyes as tears threatened to slip past. “No! No you didn’t! You did what was best for you! And then you became one of… them.”

“You don’t know the whole story.”

“What I know is enough. You don’t deserve the truth.” The child backed away, to the others watching. “Don’t come back. Like you said, you aren’t human.”

“No! You don’t understand! It was for us! For you, me, your siblings! Please just listen.

The child ignored her pleas, tucking herself into the crowd of people, staring at the monster in disgust.

“Wait. Don’t do this. I might have left you but it wasn’t permanent! I came back!”

A man scowled, “It’s too late.” He told her gruffly.

“I’m sorry!”
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I forgot to comment on this yesterday but I wanted to say that I thought this was really good! The dialogue really builds suspense.
 

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