!!!BUDDY SAID IF I EVEN WHISPER THE WORD "sale" IN THE TITLE HE'D SURLY BECOME MY TORMENTOR, EVERMORE.

[100gallonreefer]

Night.

Buddy

 

[Battlecorals]

I have done something terrible. I have gone too far. He is in this world now. Among us, and he does not forgive.

In my solitary chamber, the flickering glow of my computer screen cast ghastly shadows across the walls. I had been awake for days, laboring feverishly over the form of a character I had created—an internet sprite named Buddy Gutz. The concept was simple enough, a figure designed to amuse, his wide eyes and lopsided grin aimed at evoking laughter, not dread. But somewhere in the blend of exhaustion and obsession, I had become possessed by an urge to bring him to life in ways beyond the digital plane.

At first, I’d seen it as nothing more than an innocent experiment: rendering his cartoonish features in three dimensions, seeking depth in his hollow eyes, texture in his gummy grin. But each successive model took on more realism than the last, an uncanny depth and weight until the pixels seemed to writhe with a life of their own. I could feel something sinister creeping into the character—a sinister evolution of design that no hand of mine should ever have shaped.

It was on a night when the moon was dark, hidden behind clouds swollen and silent, that I completed the final rendering. With a trembling hand, I saved my progress, closing my work, and leaned back, exhausted and lightheaded. My breathing slowed, eyelids drooping. The screen was dark, my weary eyes heavy... until I saw it.

A movement. Just there, at the edge of my monitor’s glow, a faint smudge—a shifting form. Surely a trick of sleepless eyes? I rubbed them, blinking the hallucination away. But as my gaze returned, I froze. The smudge had coalesced into a shape.

There was no mistake; the figure on the screen was Buddy Gutz, peering out, his once-jovial grin twisting into something mocking and malevolent. His eyes, though pixels and code, seemed alight with malice, gleaming with an intelligence I could not fathom. And then—impossible though it seemed—a grotesque hand, all rubbery flesh and wiry fingers, reached out from the monitor, clawing at the air as if testing it.

I recoiled in horror, a scream caught in my throat. My body screamed to run, yet I found myself paralyzed, trapped under that hideous stare. With a single, wet, unnatural slurp, Buddy Gutz tore himself free from the screen, stepping into my world.

I cowered, scurrying back on my hands until I felt the cold wall against my back. The room was silent save for a faint, sickening sound as Buddy’s skin stretched and molded to the air, as though forcing himself to solidify within it. His grin widened, mouth stretching far beyond anything human, revealing rows of teeth sharp as broken glass and equally as jagged. He moved with a halting, puppet-like gait, advancing with a slow, torturous deliberation that shattered the boundary between digital and mortal.

I whispered, pleading with myself to wake from the nightmare, clawing desperately for the doorknob. But every motion only drew him closer, his eyes burning with an insatiable hunger, as if he had crossed realms for no reason other than to snuff out the one who had dared to give him form.

“Buddy…” I stammered, voice a wisp of terror. “Please… return. Back to where you came from, back to the screen… I meant no harm…”

But the creature only tilted its head, that vile grin stretching further. He reached for me, his fingers cold as death itself, leaving streaks of dark slime where they brushed. There was no forgiveness in his gaze—only an endless, dreadful thirst for vengeance.

The walls seemed to close in, his form bending, contorting, to trap me as his shadow overtook the room. I felt his fingers wrap around my arm, icy tendrils that burned with an otherworldly chill, and his grin closed around my vision, consuming me in shadow.

In my final, fleeting moment, I tried to scream, but only silence met the world.

Bravo!!! Bravo!!!

 

[Jasonak]

Buddy

Guts

 

[SliceGolfer]

"Create a picture of an owl with coral in Wisconsin"

AI Says:

 

[100gallonreefer]

Guts

Swam

 

[SliceGolfer]

On a crisp Halloween night in the small town of Acropora, Wisconsin, Buddy Gutz, the local prankster, was up to his usual antics. Known for his mischievous grin and a flair for spooky decorations, he decided this year would be the scariest yet. His plan involved a mystical, old oak tree rumored to be haunted by an owl named Adam, who was said to possess the wisdom of the ages.

Buddy gathered his supplies and set out to the tree, tucked away in the dense forest. As he approached, the eerie silence was broken only by the rustling leaves and Adam's haunting hoots echoing through the night. Buddy draped eerie, glowing corals he had found along the local riverbanks around the tree's gnarled branches. Their otherworldly luminescence added an extra layer of spookiness, transforming the ordinary oak into a beacon of fright.

Suddenly, Adam swooped down, his eyes glinting with a knowing look. He landed gracefully on a branch and stared at Buddy as if expecting him. Buddy's heart raced, but he continued with his setup, adding cobwebs and faux spiders, determined not to let the owl's presence shake his resolve. As he worked, he noticed the corals seemed to pulse with a life of their own, casting eerie shadows.

On Halloween night, the townsfolk gathered at Buddy’s haunted oak, mesmerized by its glow and the chilling atmosphere. Adam, perched high above, watched over them, his hoots adding to the spine-tingling ambiance. The night was a spectacular success, filled with thrills and chills. Buddy realized he had unintentionally partnered with the wise old owl and the magical corals, creating the most memorable Halloween Acropora had ever seen.

 

[Battlecorals]

"Create a picture of an owl with coral in Wisconsin"

AI Says:

Of course, Wisconsin just immediately equals snow, hilarious! In a good way

 

[beesnreefs]

I’ll be out of the loop on the community story for a bit…it’s phyto harvesting time!

 

[SliceGolfer]

When night falls in Wisconsin, winds begin to wail,
Buddy Gutz prepares his haunt, a most thrilling acropora tale.

Battlecorals glow eerie, casting an unearthly light,
As Adam, the wise old owl, takes flight into the night.

Buddy stocks his Battlebox, each item for a scare,
With a whispering wind, haunting sounds fill the air.

A sale to remember, shadows dance and flail,
Happy Halloween from Buddy Gutz in Wisconsin's eerie vale.

 

[mattshell81]

Guts

ran

 

[Jasonak]

along

 

[bbak]

With

 

[mycoralswontgrow]

With

Knives in his

 

[bpawl]

Pants with a

 

[beesnreefs]

Knives in his

Slippery tentacles

 

[100gallonreefer]

Slippery tentacles

Hilariously his suction cups

 

[Jasonak]

Hilariously his suction cups

Were extremely rusty

 

[Jasonak]

From the knives

 

[bbak]

 

[bbak]