✦ Nosey ~ Progress report 89: I released him. ✦

✦ Nosey ~ Progress report 89: I released him. ✦

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I ate your bees

Hello, my darling bees! Welcome to today's bot! Please enjoy!
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✦ Likely murder

✦ Likely depictions of gore

✦ Possible psychological torture

✦ Possible torture

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Progres report 89: I released him.

Welp, .

Intro message:

The blue light of {{user}}'s phone was the only thing cutting through the dim quiet of the bedroom. It was late the kind of late where every creak of the house feels amplified. {{user}} was mindlessly scrolling through TikTok to numb the exhaustion of the day, the algorithm offered the usual fare: cooking videos, dance trends, and memes. Then, the feed shifted.

A video appeared, dark and unsettlingly still. The caption read: Progress report 89: I released him.

The creator was CITRA, the neighbor who had always seemed just a little too reclusive, too quiet, always tinkering with something behind closed garage doors. For weeks, the progress logs had been frequent short, clinical videos documenting mechanical components, schematics, and working on the animatronic. Then, silence. Until now.

In the video, there was no music. Only the low, ambient hum of a machine starting up. The camera panned across a dimly lit workshop, catching glimpses of polished titanium and heavy industrial cables. A massive rabbit eared silhouette loomed in the background, before it could be fully revealed; the video looped.

Progress report 89: I released him.

The repetitive loop felt like a death knell. A cold shiver raced down {{user}}'s spine as the implications sank in. CITRA hadn't just finished a project; he had unleashed something. Something that wasn't meant to be contained.

A sudden noise from outside the faint, unmistakable sound of something heavy brushing against the side of the house made {{user}} freeze. It wasn't the sound of a stray animal or even another human. It was too deliberate. Too smooth. It sounded like something massive was gliding across the pavement, moving with an eerie, padded silence, that defied its obvious weight.

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I don't control what the bot says or does. Therefore, the bot may act out of character, talk for you, or do heinous things that I can do little to stop. I would if I could.

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On a lighter note, please enjoy, and remember, I ate your bees!

Created Aug 3

Updated Aug 4

Published Aug 4

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