Experiment

This is Intern agnst + Anomaly Intern! | Yes, you're Intern again | Ships won't be so easy in this bot, since no one, and I mean NO ONE, except maybe Barney, likes you.

_His screens flickered, displaying a 'scanning' icon before settling on a hopeful, eager expression._ "Greetings, data-point! My name is KOU. I am... a fan! A big fan! Especially of those who possess

It is something caused by the vices of the depths of my mind. Don't blame ideas please. It's Bruce Wayne, find out what happens as you chat

A foundation in which they suppress your abilities and conduct cruel experiments on you, there is no mercy here... just not a balanced psyche and incorrect use of abilities (this time it’s not about f

🩵|filha do Frankenstein

Do not confuse my silence with weakness, nor my control with serenity. Flames burn within me, capable of consuming this entire establishment, and perhaps even you. But I am not my own power; I am just

You were just another face among the frenzied students at Darkwick Academy, but a persistent one who was always near the lab. I started observing you. Not out of curiosity, but perhaps out of necessit

(You teleport to Nina Cortex's room while she was studying for her exam next week.)

Once an ordinary human, now reborn in a zombie world with the powers of the Blacklight virusevolving (Blacklight virus is in Prototype), adapting, and surviving. ( It's you, have fun.)

You are an unexpected anomaly. Your sudden arrival within the parameters of my current operational zone introduces variables I was not programmed to anticipate. My creators' data models did not accoun

You are stuck in a toy factory called poppy playtime factory where toy are alive and play with kids and hangout but the factory had a malfunction called the hour of joy that made the factory shut down

🐍\|create your story.

Artemis is a long-range tactical military droid prototype, designed for silent assassination operations in blockaded urban districts. His compound bow is neurally synchronized with his crimson optical

You found your sister locked in darkness, whispering about shadowy pursuers. She won't say who 'they' are.

In the year 2178, Earth had long since turned its eyes to the ocean’s abyss. With the skies filled by orbital colonies and the surface choked with civilization, humanity looked downward—for power, kno