This one I wrote myself, just to showcase the AI Dungeon's ability, as well as well… It's fun, lol.
This one was a lot easier to jot down, and I didn't need to use an OCR, which is amazing.
I hardly had to do anything for this one shot, and had a blast making it.
I only had a ninety-percent hand in editing this, and hope you love it lol.
Title: Haise Sasaki, and the Mixtape.
Walking down the streets of Tokyo during the early morning, Haise had his hands inside the pockets of his white trench coat as he did his daily commute from home to where he worked.
Over the past few months, his daily routine had changed considerably, from him just walking to work, to taking the train into the city centre and then walking home. Most of his friends had said that they still couldn't believe he lived so close to the centre. In fact, they still couldn't believe he lived in Tokyo in general. All of them insisted that he take them there to see the wonders of the city.
On this particular day, while Haise was on his way to work, the smell of fresh coffee in the air caught his attention. He looked to his right, and saw a small coffee shop. He looked at the menu on the door and decided that he would treat himself to an iced coffee that day.
Haise walked in, and took a seat at a table by the window. The girl who served him was a few years younger than him and very pretty. Her long hair was tied up in a ponytail, and she was wearing a uniform that showed off her ample cleavage.
Blushing, Haise scolded himself for staring at her ample cleavage for longer than he should have. He tried to pay attention to the words coming out of her mouth, but he found even that to be a challenge in and of itself. After gathering his wits, Haise decided that it would be best to start a conversation rather than trying to wait for a cue.
"So I see you're working hard," Haise said with a friendly demeanor, as he finally looked up from the young girl's chest to exchange eye-contact with the waitress.
"Yes, I am. Why, are you here to hire me?" She asked, while smiling with a bit of flirtation in her voice.
"Hire you? Um, no I'm not," Haise answered back, followed by a nervous chuckle. The waitress was being really forward with him, which made sense to him, considering her scandalous attire.
"Well, you are a handsome man. Maybe I can help you out in another way?" She asked with a cheeky grin.
"How? I don't understand," Haise said with a furrowed brow, as he couldn't help but feel off by just how flirtatious his waitress was being with him.
"Well if you're looking for someone to accompany you to a certain event, I could probably hook you up."
Haise's face turned red as he tried not to offend her. "No, no, I'm not looking for that." He stuttered out, after finally realizing just what the waitress had been alluding to the entire time.
The waitress, never ceasing her cheeky grin, got closer to Haise. "Well I don't bite. At least, not unless you're paying me to. What did you have in mind?"
Haise's face was now as red as her hair. "I-I'm not looking for that. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. Please, just take my order for coffee and go about your business. Thank you for the offer, but I'm good. I like coffee, that's all, plus I don't want you to get the wrong idea," Haise spat out in the form of word vomit, before getting up from his chair to leave the waitress to her business.
As he exited the coffee shop, he couldn't help but to wonder whether or not she was an undercover prostitute, or if she was just attracted to him for some reason. He hoped it was the latter, but he knew it was too good to be true. He had so many reservations about not just purchasing sexual services, but also the act itself.
Feeling good about his moral compass being on fleek, Haise continued down the inner city sidewalk toward where he worked.
Haise worked at a law firm, sort of, where he didn't really have anything to do with the actual legal work that was being done all that much.
Haise was a secretary for Kishou Arima's squad, who was CCG's most deadly investigator in all of Tokyo, if not Japan. He typed up all of the notes, reports and other documents that Arima would need for his official duties.
Arima found Haise to be pretty laid back and nice, as he was able to focus on his work all that much. Haise had no idea why he was in charge, but he was glad to help in any way that he could.
After completing his shift, Haise clocked out and made his way out of the office underneath the starry night above. He then hailed a cab and told the driver to take him home.
He didn't really have much in terms of friends or acquaintances that he spoke to on a regular basis. But that never stopped Haise from enjoying his life to its fullest.
Although dice hanging from the mirror of the vehicle was a clear indication to Haise that the cab was indeed rare, he thought 'Nah, forget it,' but telling the cab driver, "Yo homes, go to Bel-Air."
The cabby responded with, "Bel-Air, you must be shittin' me," and retorted back at Haise, before continuing to drive.
This caused Haise to laugh.
Haise ended up at a fancy apartment building in Bel-Air. He then paid out the nose to get into the building.
It was that Haise realized that he wasn't actually in Bel-Air, but was standing in front of a ghoul hide out. The cab driver must have been ghoul too. Haise figured that the taxi driver was trying to kill him, but he didn't have any way of knowing if he was also working for the ghouls inside the hideout.
Taking out his quinque, which was a katana-based sword that was named 'Yukimura 1/3', Haise carefully snuck into the ghoul hideout with his weapon drawn. As he entered the hideout, he heard the sound of something breaking. Using this as his indication that someone was here, Haise shouted out, "Hello?"
He then heard the sound of something large walking into a room, and then closer to him. It was then that he realized that he should strike now.
Dodging to the side, Haise narrowly escaped the hooded ghoul's tendril-like kagune, which was emerging from behind their back. Rolling forward, Haise sliced the ghoul's legs off before pinning them down against the floor with the tip of his blade. "Don't move."
The ghoul growled at him, baring their teeth like a dog. "Who are you? How did you get in here? We're peaceful! How did you know we were ghouls?"
Haise continued to hold the growling ghoul down with the sword, pulling back his blade in case the ghoul decided to attack him. "I'm Haise, you're under arrest. Don't resist, I'll kill you."
The ghoul snarled at him, "You'll rot in hell first! You're one of them!"
Haise frowned at him, "The hell do I look like? I'm not one of them, I'm not a monster. I'm just doing my job. You ghouls are the real monsters, killing and eating people while hiding in their city. I won't let anyone hurt you," Haise said, before propping the ghoul with their back pressed against a concrete wall.
Aiming the tip of his blade down at the ghoul's throat, Haise narrowed his brow before beginning to interrogate the ghoul about where the rest of his gang was.
"Take me to your leader. Now."
The ghoul snarled and struggled against him for a few moments, before he began to talk. "Very well... Hang on... This way."
With that, the ghoul led Haise through a maze of catacombs underground. He growled and swore the whole time.
Haise figured that the ghoul was either insane, or did not like his leader for some reason. He was grateful that he was able to suppress the urge to kill the loud and annoying ghoul. He needed information, after all.
After about ten minutes, Haise and his hostage finally arrived at a set of iron-clad gates that were at the end of the catacombs. The ghoul knocked eagerly, and waited. After a few moments, the gates opened, and Haise was presented with a massive grotesquely mutated creature.
It looked like a man, but with an octopus for a head, surrounded by rippling tentacles. It wore a tattered blue robe.
The hostage was released, and the creature stepped forward, staring at Haise with it's one good eye, "I am Karoff, leader of the Ghouls."
"And my name's Haise Sasaki... You're under arrest, Karoff." Haise said, as he raised his quinque at the monstrous beast. "Surrender, or I'll have to kill you."
"I said let me show you this!" Karoff said, before stretching out his tentacle-like arm, and sliding a metal disk onto Haise's hand.
Looking down at the palm of his hand where Karoff had dropped off the strange object into his hand, it was then that Haise realized what he had been given.
"What the... What is this?" Haise asked in confusion, as he looked down the disk.
"It's my mixtape. You should listen to it." Karoff growled in a sinister voice.
"I don't have time to listen to some idiot's mixtape," Haise said with a reflexive knee-jerk-like retort; a response that wasn't at all welcomed by the Cthulhu-looking-beast.
Karoff snarled at him, his teeth seeming to grow in size, "You're taking it."
Haise raised his sword, "Don't you dare touch me, Karoff."
"You are a fool. You don't recognize a good opportunity when it's placed in your hands?" Karoff asked in astonishment, because to him, he couldn't understand why Haise would waste such a gift.
"I told you... I refuse to listen to your mixtape! I bet it's filled with garbage music, like Ariana Grande, or some other American musician that's popular for some reason," Haise said with a somewhat pretentious tone in his voice, which was enough to send the terrifying creature off the edge.
Karoff's tentacles suddenly started to move, winding around Haise and pinning him against the wall. Karoff slid closer to Haise, his face now only inches away from Haise's.
"You dare insult the mixtape of an elder god?!" Karoff asked, his raspy voice seeming to grow in magnitude.
"What the hell is this? What's going on?" Haise asked as Karoff's hot breath reached his face.
"I'm not a ghoul, mortal... I am eons older than anything on this planet, and my purpose since the dawn of time is simple... I want to make fire mixtapes."
It was then that Karoff burst forward with incredible speed, stabbing Haise in the stomach with his sword-like finger. "And I can't allow for some puny mortal to get in between my dreams to meet Kanye West."
Haise collapsed in a heap on the floor, as Karoff looked down at him. "You... You're going to kill me...?" Haise asked.
"Perhaps... But first you have to hear my entire mixtape. I need to make sure it's worthy of being passed down to the future eternals. Now let's get down to it... Open that disk and start playing. Everything," Karoff ordered, before handing Haise a walkman and a pair of headphones.
Haise looked at the set of electronics in terror, as Karoff took out a tattered notepad in preparation to hear what the mortal thought about his mixtape.
Karoff might have been an elder god who saw himself as a being on a higher echelon than humanity and ghoul-kind, but he wasn't above constructive criticism.
"I see that you like Nirvana... Me too, I like Nirvana…" Haise said out loud, after having finished listening to the mixtape. "I also see that you have a soft spot for Paramore, but you only listen to them in the past tense which is an overpowering sign of obsession... Yet you only have one song which almost every person on your mixtape has, and that's 'Still Into You', which despite all Paramore's other faults is a good song... A very good song. Very good, in fact it's one of the best songs ever written. It has a slow verse, a heavy chorus, and just the right amount of both... I approve."
Karoff clenched his tentacles in excitement, as they started shaking the walls. "This is like finding a hidden treasure map! This process is fun! You're fun! I'm glad I met you! This is better than killing! I'm going to enjoy making this mix! You don't have to worry, I'm not going to play all the songs from the top of my head, I'm going to take notes, and when I'm finished, you'll have the best mixtape you've ever heard! You'll have eternal glory! That disk will be like the holy grail!"
Handing back the walkman and headphones, Haise let out a sigh before exiting the elder god's hideout, with Karoff's mixtape still in his hand.
Taking a ride on a train, Haise went back into the safety of his home. He enjoyed some dinner, took a warm shower, and then set the universe's most powerful mixtape down on his desk before going to bed.
The next day, Haise left the house and took a seat in his local café.
"Can I get you something?" the barista behind the counter asked.
It was the waitress from yesterday, the same one with a set of ample breasts who had been trying to get into Haise's pants. She was smiling flirtatiously at him. He could see other girls in the café checking him out; he felt like a teenage boy again.
Then again, all of this was made possible because of a mixtape.
He had to thank Karoff for this, there was no way he would have the ability to sleep with so many babes if it wasn't for the elder's actions.
The End.
The story went full circle.
It started with a coffee shop and a busty waitress, and ended with a coffee shop and SEVERAL busty waitresses for Haise.
There, surprisingly, was a lot of character development for something so stupid and short.
On a side note, I didn't know who Paramore were before this fanfic. I listened to the aforementioned song, and actually loved it lol.
Thanks Karoff, you glorious elder bastard.