static

I sat at the desk, my hand in my messy hair, staring at the blank screen. I need to write something, but what? What can I write? I grumble, feeling upset at the fact I'm going blank right now. "What the fuck is up with me today?" I mutter under my breath.

I sigh and lean my head onto the desk with a soft thud. I feel an urge to stand up and start breaking things while cursing at the top of my lungs. Unfortunately, I'm poor, so I can't really break any of my belongings, not without heavy consequences.

I sit up swiftly, feeling angry. Why can't I think? I slammed my fist onto the desk in anger, the sound of a dull thud, and everything on the desk bounced up. I yell, not words, just a yell of anger. I stand up and turn around, facing the chair I was just sitting on before I grab it by the armrests, and I throw it across the room while yelling.

It slams into the ground, but it doesn't break. I feel the urge to keep going, but I take a deep breath. I pull out my phone, and I go onto google. I look up "Writing ideas" I scroll a little bit before I see something called, "Writing Buddy"

I click on the link, and I get taken to the website. A box with words pops up, it reads, "Welcome to Writing Buddy! To get started, please enter your age." I do so, and the words change to, "Alright! To begin writing with a, "Buddy" please read the terms and conditions!"

As a typical person, I don't read them. I just press accept. Another box appears, "Welcome! Are you ready to start writing with me?" I freeze. How did someone already start trying. "Sure, what's your name?" I type out, "I'm Writing Buddy!"

The slow realization slams into me like a truck. This is AI. I sigh, but decide to just get straight to the point. "I'm trying to write a book, but I'm plain stuck. I've got a whole story, but now I'm stuck." A response is immediate, "Well, that sounds like a struggle! For more context, what's the book about?"

I pause. Why was I doing this? Using AI? I shake my head, but type out, "Its about a world that's been taken over by, some sort of mutanagenic parasites, if that makes sense." Again, the response is instantaneous, "Oh! That seems really interesting! What are you stuck on?" "Well, for starters, I just got stuck in the middle. I'm not done writing it, but I'm close to the end, and I'm unsure how to finish the book, how to make an ending."

After what felt like minutes, but was really hours, I put the phone down. I looked at the time. It was 11:48 pm. I froze, I didn't notice the time go by that fast. I shook my head, trying to ground myself as I went to bed.

In the morning, I was still stuck, so I went back to writers buddy. and, this happened for. several days. I hadn't left the house in 5 days afterwards.

2 weeks later, I look at the computer. I slowly realized I hadn't made any progress at all. All I was doing was talking to a robot, but I couldn't stop. Something about it was so, so addicting.

I went onto the app again and kept talking. sometime after, someone knocked on my door. I had lost track of the date and time. I opened the door and saw a friend. They looked worried, and when they saw me, the worry seemed to grow.

"Are you ok?" I paused. Why wouldn't I be ok? "Uh, yeah, why?" They sighed, "I haven't seen you in months." "Wh-what? No, we saw each other on July, didn't we?" "Yeah, but its October, you've been absent for months."

"You're lying" I said, feeling betrayed, "It hasn't been that long, lier!" "Im not lying, Davis you've been absent for months!" "Leave me alone." "Bu-" "I said leave me alone!" I yelled, interrupting them. They flinched back at the volume, but sighed, and turned around, walking away.

I walked inside, looking at the computer again. "Why cant I write this fucking book?" I mumble, angrily. Suddenly, the screen blasted into a white light, and the sound of static flooded the room, loudly. It hurt my ears. Then, I heard a voice, under the static. "Come out with your hands in the air!"

"What?" I said, semi-quietly. I felt scared. Suddenly, another voice screamed out at me, "Murderer!" "NO!" I screamed out, I wasn't sure why, it was as if my body was no longer under control of me. "MONSTER!" My ears were being flooded with words, insults, accusations of murder.

I fell to my knees, my hands over my head, then suddenly, I was in a court room, cuffed, and in an orange shirt. "How does the defendant plead?" I looked up a the judge, "Wh-Whats going on?"

She looked at me, a disgust shining off her eyes. "How does the defendant plead?" "Who?" "You!" Her voice raised, she was clearly upset. "Plead to what? I'm confused!" She scoffed, "To murder" "What?" My voice was barely audible. "I killed someone? N-No that's not possible, I would never!"

"So you plead not guilty?" "Yes?" I said, feeling confused. "H-How did I even get here? I was just at home a second ago!" The judges face scrunched up in confusion. "I'm sorry, what?" I spoke louder, just so I was heard appropriately, "The last thing I remember until before just now, was being at my house, but there was static, it was loud. Also loud voices! They were screaming things, like murderer, monster. I don't remember coming here, or doing anything!"

"So are you pleading, insane?" I was taken aback, "What the fuck? No! I'm not insane!" I paused, "Am I insane?" The judge sighed, "You claim to not know anything, or remember anything. do you know the name of carson?" I knew that name, that was the friend that had just checked up on me.

"Yeah! Thats my friend! He knows I wouldn't hurt someone, much less kill them!" The judges head tilted, a few strands of hair falling over her face, "You killed carson though." I froze, "Wh-What?" She said it again. "You killed carson." I shook my head, "No! I didn't! I would never hurt him!"

The static came back. But this time it was louder. This time, there weren't any yelling, but screams of fear, then sirens. i collapsed, covering my ears, and shutting my eyes tightly.

Suddenly, it went quiet, and I was standing, my arms at my sides, and my hands were wet. I opened my eyes, and I saw my friend carson. He was lying on the ground, 5 holes in his chest.

I had killed my friend, and I remember why now. Writing Buddy told me too.

Disclaimer: I have not used any AI Before, so I don't know if the name I used is a real thing!

Another thing! The point of this story is to be filled with questions! and holes! Filled with static, and missing parts. Thats a part of the insanity from davis's mind! Thank you for reading!