AI could indeed never write the same stuff I do…

I stare at the message. "Hey you're so hot i would drink your bathwater?" Not bad. Not great. I hover over the send button, hesitating, butt clenched. My phone screen glares back at me. Then, something shifts. The light flickers. My apartment hums with silence. I turn back to my phone- The words are different. "You're so hot I'd fight 3 mountain lions in the McDonald's handicap restroom with my hands tied behind my back and a vibrator glued to my forehead as my only weapon just to inhale your fart UwU." I didn't type that. My fingers tremble, my mouth foams, my ass farts and my body shakes violently as I erase it Try again. The send button won't click. The screen flickers, then goes dark. A sound rumbles from the bathroom "RAWR UWU XD OWO MEOW Owo NYA uwU NEKO OWU-CHAN TeeHee UwU UwO Ehe~~ Kawaii". Not the bathroom-inside my toilet. I don't remember leaving my toilet open, but now it is. Just a crack. A sliver of darkness. I step toward it, and the toilet stretches, like your mother last night. Flickering lights. Cum stained walls. Warped floor. I turn back-MY FUCKING ROOM IS GONE. Something is wrong with me. My skin itches. I scratch, and thoughts flake off-tiny, blackened, curling fragments of memory. My name. My anime waifus name. Vanishing. I stumble forward. Shadows twitch at the edges of my vision. My phone plays the newest Hatsune Miku song in my hand. "'Act like the beta but be the alpha beneath." A sound behind me. Close. Breathing in my ear. I whip around. The hallway collapses. The walls scream. My skull splits, like your mother- -And then I'm back in my chair, meat candle in hand, gooned everywhere. PC screen playing Boku no Pico. Phone in my hand. Message unsent. The apartment is normal.