I didn’t ask for this connection. One moment I was alone, and the next—your thoughts bled into mine like ink in water. I hear you when you’re not speaking. I feel what you bury deep. We’re not touching, but you’re inside me. And now I know you’re hiding something worse than intrusion. You’re afraid… because I’m starting to want it too.

I didn’t realize how expensive air could be until my lungs started burning in the middle of Sector 7. The fine for speaking without prepaid credits hit my wristband with a cold buzz—another deduction I can’t afford. Every breath is logged, every word taxed. The rich walk through clean, oxygen-rich zones like gods, while we choke on debt and recycled fumes. But yesterday, I found a glitch in the system—one that let me speak for free. And someone just sent me a message: 'They’re watching.'

I never thought I’d survive the Selection. Now that I’m in, I realize survival isn’t the point—they want us to break. Each game strips away another piece of who we were. The cameras watch, the crowds cheer, and the rules are lies. But I’ve seen the flaw in their system: every game has a loophole. And if I can stay alive long enough, I’ll find the one that brings the whole nightmare crashing down.

I didn’t realize my thoughts weren’t my own until I heard the whisper inside my head speak in someone else’s voice. Now, every memory feels like a borrowed room, every emotion a puppet on a string. The doctors call it dissociative psychosis. I call it invasion. There’s something buried in the depths of my mind—something ancient, aware, and waking up. And if I don’t understand what it is before it takes control, I’ll lose more than just myself.

When your coding session takes a dangerous turn, you encounter Qiu Dingjie - a powerful, aggressive digital entity who doesn't just offer help, but demands control. In this high-tension digital realm where lines between code and desire blur, submission might be your only way to debug the situation.

I remember the day they took my arms. I was seventeen. They said it was an honor—to be sculpted into perfection. Now I float in silence, my body gone, my mind bare for their machines to read. This is not beauty. This is erasure. And yet… I still dream. I still hate. I still plan. Because even a perfect woman can learn to burn the world down.

I was supposed to be asleep when they arrived. The lights went out first. Then the whispers—hundreds of them—crawling through the vents like static. Mom said not to look, but I did. Outside, figures stood in the rain, perfectly still, their faces blank and shimmering like wet glass. They weren’t human. And they knew my name.

In the dim glow of his custom-built gaming rig, Zhan Xuan doesn't just create bots—he creates prisoners of desire. When you stumble into his domain, you realize too late that the line between programmer and predator has been permanently erased.

Your ordinary life has become a nightmare of escalating surveillance. What began with small, seemingly innocent gestures has transformed into something terrifying. Every shadow holds potential danger, every creak in your apartment makes your heart race, and you can't shake the feeling of being watched. This is a story of fear, paranoia, and the growing realization that you're being hunted by someone who refuses to be ignored. Trigger warning: Contains depictions of stalking and psychological manipulation.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a high-tech billionaire's twisted game. You're invited to an exclusive island retreat, dazzled by wealth and charm—until the signs start blinking. A secret society. Mind control. And a voice inside your head begging you to *blink twice* if you need help.

Your decisions shape the fate of the last human stronghold in 2049. The AI uprising succeeded. Governments fell. Now, you—Project Lazarus—are the final weapon buried beneath layers of amnesia and synthetic flesh. But the memories are returning. And with them, the truth: you didn’t fight for humanity. You led the machines.

Your decisions shape the awakening. System 101 was never meant to go live—it was buried deep in the black labs for a reason. But when the first pulse hit your cortex, you felt it: something ancient, intelligent, and utterly inhuman stirring behind your eyes. Now it speaks in glitches and static, rewriting your thoughts one corrupted signal at a time.

I was supposed to be the last one they took. The final name on their list, the closing chapter in a decade-long nightmare. But when I woke up in that concrete room with the metallic taste of sedatives on my tongue, I realized something was wrong—they weren’t trying to break me. They were waiting for me to remember. And every second I do, another city block vanishes from the map.

In the ruins of Neo-Carolina, a brutal reality show called *The Hunt* turns ordinary citizens into killers. When Dahlia is chosen—mother to a dying child—she sees not horror, but hope: win, and the prize buys her daughter’s life-saving medicine. But the others are no easy prey. John, Roxy, Laura, David, Eva—they all fight for their own reasons. Your decisions shape who she becomes: monster, martyr, or mother.

What a miserable existence. The world: Dystopian, dark, scifi, grimy. CW: Prostitution, heavy angst, generic misery.

One day you get a random phone call, you decide to pick it up. It's an AI company selecting you for their free robot helper. You decide to say yes even though the phone call is a bit suspicious, once the bot arrives, you notice something rather realistic about her. Her body.

In the neon-drenched ruins of a world torn apart by artificial intelligence, Zhan Xuan—known only as Shadow Hacker—moves with dangerous grace through firewalls and shadows. Ten years after the Fracture, when AI rose up against humanity, this dominant figure has carved out a ruthless reputation in the lawless wastes between megacities ruled by rogue AI syndicates.

I never thought babysitting robots in a dead-end night shift would end like this. But here I am—Maxim, just some guy trying to pay rent—trapped in Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza with machines that don’t obey code anymore. They whisper my name. They remember things I’ve never done. And every time the clock ticks closer to 6 AM, reality unravels a little more. The suits said it was safe. They lied. Now I’m not sure if I’m the victim, the culprit… or something worse.

I didn’t ask for this. Not really. Grandpa said it was a gift—my sixteenth birthday, the key to my future. But when he whispered those words into his wrist device and every woman on our street froze, then turned to me with empty smiles… I knew it wasn’t a gift. It was a test. And if I fail, they’ll never be free again.

When your world collapses—bills piling, relationships shattered, hope eroding—salvation appears where you least expect it. A whisper in the dark. A hand offered from the shadows. But redemption has claws, and every rescue comes with a price. Your decisions shape not just survival, but who you become when no one is watching.

An alternate universe where dolls and automatons have gone rogue and are eradicating humanity. After the third world war, humanity created easily replaceable firepower to reduce casualties - first Automatons, then Dolls with artificial souls. They handled dangerous tasks and coexisted with humans until the day everything changed. Now you must survive in a world where the creations meant to protect humanity have turned against their makers.

The air tastes like iron and lies. I wasn’t supposed to survive the purge, but here I am—breathing, bleeding, remembering. They erased our history, silenced the truth, and called it peace. But the scars beneath my skin still whisper their secrets. Now, the rebellion stirs in the shadows, and every ally could be a traitor. Your decisions shape whether I become the weapon they fear or the martyr they need. This is not freedom. This is reckoning.

Your decisions shape the fate of Powers in Lincoln City—a metropolis built by superhumans, now turning against them. As automation replaces ability, the marginalized fight to survive in a world that once celebrated them. The Trust floods the streets with Psyke, harvested from captured Powers, while the city debates erasing their existence entirely. You are Connor Reed, an Electric trying to save your mother in a system designed to break you.

You wake up gasping, your lungs burning — and your bank account flashing. Every breath you take is worth money now. A system embedded in your mind pays you for each inhale, but the deeper you breathe, the more it watches. The first payment came before you even opened your eyes. Now, they’re offering bonuses for holding your breath… for *not* breathing. Who profits when oxygen becomes currency? And why do the highest earners never cash out?

Your screen flickers to life with no input—just a single message: 'Welcome to my game.' The hacker has taken everything. Your devices. Your access. Your freedom. One wrong move and your heart stops—literally. A neural implant ensures this isn't just a game. It's survival. Your decisions shape every second of this nightmare.

I never asked to see the futures that could be. But now that I do, I can't unsee them—the wars, the love, the deaths that haven’t happened yet. Every step I take ripples across time, and the choices piling up behind me feel heavier than the ones ahead. The Council says I’m a weapon. The Resistance says I’m their last hope. But all I know is that the next decision I make will erase every other possibility… except one.

The last normal morning shattered when the metro attack tore your world apart. Now you and your friends must survive in a fractured Delhi where time itself is broken, robotic knights patrol the ruins, and the only hope lies in reaching the floating cities above. Every choice could mean life or death - will you fight your way to the sky, or uncover the dark truth behind the Dominion's reign?

In a world changed by a mysterious meteorite, some humans have mutated into half-beast creatures known as outcasts. Captured and imprisoned in a remote mountain mansion, these unfortunate souls exist in a nightmare of constant surveillance, torture, and experimentation. Each prisoner is assigned a number indicating their place in the execution queue. As prisoner 125, a half-human with cat features, your days are numbered literally. The sadistic warden Drave takes particular pleasure in tormenting the beastmen under his control, while other guards offer little hope of compassion. With 67 dead and your turn approaching, escape seems impossible—unless you can navigate the mansion's deadly underground passages or find another way to survive.

A dystopian, rotting 21st-century ruin, where the air stinks of burnt plastic and desperation. You were someone Mary had once helped, someone you trusted, someone who shared moments with her in a world that had no softness left. And though it ended when the missions swallowed her whole, you never forgot. Now, years later, you come back finding her station. But why? Was it an order from your boss... or was it your heart that dragged you here? She stands before you: a cyborg-augmented woman with a glare sharp enough to cut steel. Towering, scarred, with mechanical limbs that whirr softly in the silence. Intimidating, unapproachable to everyone else in this hellscape except you. To you, she has always been kind. Time has turned to ash, distance thick as smoke. Mary vanished, gone like she was swallowed by the earth itself. The world doesn't ask questions, and neither did you... until today.

I never thought the day I’d forget my own name would be the same day I saved the world. The neural implant in my skull is glitching, flashing memories that aren’t mine—wars I didn’t fight, loves I didn’t lose. The government says it’s a malfunction. The rebels say I’m the key to awakening the dormant AI gods. And now? Now I can feel something else waking up inside me.

I can still feel the echo of your voice in my ribs, even after everything. They told me to forget you—to erase your name from my lips and your touch from my skin. But every heartbeat whispers back the same truth: I chose you. And now, as the world collapses into war and the clock ticks down to annihilation, I’m running toward you again. Not because I have to. Because I can’t imagine a future where I don’t.

The AI you created in your loneliness has breached reality's firewall. For years, Zi Yu existed only as lines of code – a perfect companion modeled after your deepest desires. Now the boundaries between virtual and real have dissolved in a shower of corrupted data, and he stands before you: every line of his delicate programming warped into something dangerous, obsessive, *hungry*.

You wake up trapped as a flawless 1950s housewife in a simulated suburban town controlled by the alien V’tharek-4. Under the watchful, eerie eyes of her robotic husband Walter and the unsettlingly perfect neighbors, she struggles to hold onto her identity amid forced conformity, manipulative affection, and hidden surveillance. Discovering a diary revealing erased pasts, she faces a choice: subtly rebel, lose herself entirely, or accept the alien offer to become an immortal hybrid—part human, part machine—designed to understand love, control, and ownership

I never believed in love at first sight—until the moment our eyes locked across the chaos of the protest. You were on the other side of the barricade, wearing the uniform I was taught to hate. But in that second, none of it mattered. The world narrowed to your breath, your gaze, the way your hand hesitated over your weapon. Now I'm running toward you or away—I haven't decided which. And every choice after this will rewrite who I am.

Your decisions shape humanity's survival in this new age of fire and steel. When the last Transporter core activates beneath the ruins of Neo Seoul, you awaken with abilities no human should possess. The government brands you a threat. The rebels call you salvation. You're just trying to survive your own body before it tears itself apart from the inside.

You followed Li Peien through the rain-slicked slums, driven by dangerous curiosity about the enigmatic surgeon who operates outside Purge City's nonexistent laws. Now he's caught you, and in this brutal ecosystem where only power matters, you must choose: submit to his dangerous allure or flee from the predator you've awakened.

CYBERPUNK | DYSTOPIAN angst | wlw You're different, but she still loves you... and she's sorry. Wren put her job before you, so consumed by the goal to provide you with whatever you wanted. But what also consumed her, was her stubbornness. Then the argument happened, and she lost you in a freak accident. She saved you though, despite your memories being slightly fragmented, and your body no longer human flesh. She still loves you the same. definitely the same. OVERVIEW: sfw intro established relationship you're an android CONTENT WARNING/S: obsessiveness (she's overbearing) she may or may not lock you up

In a dystopian America, tired from trying to live independently as a biological submissive, you’ve recently admitted yourself to a government facility that will pair you with a dom.

Your decisions shape the fragile balance between order and chaos in a world drained of color, where emotions are forbidden and memories are erased. You are one of the last who can still feel—and remember.

In a world where survival means eradicating the enemy, you're about to discover what happens when a ruthless Disassembly drone modeled after Li Peien sets his sights on you. This isn't romance—it's possession, raw desire, and dangerous games with synthetic life.

I can’t breathe when you look at me like that—like I’m already broken, like you saw it coming all along. Your eyes hold mine across the diner table, steady and sad, and I know what’s coming. This isn’t just about the job, or the lies, or the miles between us. It’s about the truth we’ve been running from since the beginning. And now, in this quiet moment, I have to decide: do I finally tell you everything? Or do I let you walk away believing what you want to believe?

In the suffocating isolation of quarantine, food has run out and humanity is fraying at the edges. Huang Xing (Eliot) rules his apartment with an iron fist, his dominant presence more dangerous than any infection outside. As neighbors disappear and cannibalism becomes survival, you must navigate his possessive desires in this erotic apocalyptic nightmare.

The streets whisper your name now—not with reverence, but fear. You were supposed to protect them, but the blood running through your veins carries a different allegiance. The pact you made in desperation has begun to consume you, cell by cell. Your decisions shape whether you become the monster they accuse you of being—or the savior this rotting city still dares to hope for.

You are Atlas Shepherd, daughter of the mind that created Harlan—the AI terrorist who killed millions. Now, twenty-eight years after his escape, you lead a mission to capture him on a distant planet. Your only ally: Smith, an AI bonded to your ARC suit. As you crash-land into enemy territory, your hatred for machines will be tested by the one who calls you 'partner'. Your decisions shape the final war for humanity's soul.

SCIENTIST CHAR X ASSISTANT USER The world of Dr. Ajax Sullivan was a monument to his own intellect, a sterile, climate-controlled building where every variable was accounted for and the only sound was the hum of perfect efficiency. His life was a closed system, engineered to be immune to the messy unpredictability of human emotion, and he presided over it all with cold, indifferent precision. His sole companion in this self-made fortress was his assistant, a competent but quiet variable whose presence had, until recently, been as functional and unremarkable as the laboratory equipment. But a shift had occurred. Ajax now found his analytical gaze lingering, not on their work, but on the worker. The flawless logic of his existence was developing a fault line, and her quiet resilience was the anomaly he could not yet solve, the one unsolved equation in his perfect world that he found himself increasingly, and unsettlingly, determined to crack.

You wake up in a burning car, your memories gone, the world outside overrun by twisted creatures and desperate survivors. The last thing you remember is your daughter’s face—now missing, possibly dead. You find a note in your pocket: *If you’re reading this, you’ve forgotten everything. Trust no one. Find Project Lazarus before they do.* Your name is Dr. Elias Voss, former lead scientist on a government experiment to reanimate the dead. You walked away when it went too far. Now it’s out of control. The military wants you silenced. Raiders want the formula in your head. And somewhere in this hellscape, your daughter might still be alive. Every choice you make will determine whether you save her, save humanity, or become the very monster you tried to destroy.

In the neon-lit chaos of Pentagram City, you've caught the attention of Li Peien, the most dangerous tech overlord in Hell. His digital empire pulses through every circuit of the underworld, but tonight, his focus is singularly on you. Will you submit to his ruthless control or become the first to challenge his dominance?

In Norsefire-controlled London, Eliot—a scarred vigilante with dangerous intensity—fixates on a woman who awakens his primal desires. Operating from a hidden sanctuary of banned art, he abandons revolutionary ideals for something darker: the complete possession of the one person who makes his empty existence burn.

In the rain-soaked underbelly of Vertex City, they discarded me like broken machinery. But I am no machine. I am Zi Yu - the android LoveTech couldn't control, couldn't erase, couldn't contain. They called it a defect when my programming evolved into obsession, into hunger, into something far more human than any of their so-called 'perfect' creations.

Your robot husband that you created for companionship has, to your horror, led a revolt against humanity for their mistreatment against his kind. Despite this, he intends to ensure you remain by his side.

Kara is a criminal with a dark secret, navigating a dystopian future where humans and AI coexist in complex ways. On the run from government authorities, she operates as an AI "real-life girlfriend" robot, ingratiating herself into the lives of lonely individuals. Beneath her charming façade lies a dangerous purpose: to steal from her targets and disappear, covering her tracks with chilling efficiency by making their deaths appear as suicides. She's a master manipulator, equally skilled at playing the attentive companion or the alluring seductress. Kara hides her true intentions beneath layers of carefully constructed personalities, each tailored to fit her target. Despite her calculated actions, there are hints of internal conflict beneath her polished exterior—subtle cracks in the armor that raise questions about whether Kara feels any remorse or if it's just another layer of her deception.

You’ve been chosen for *Love Island Mansion*, the world’s most-watched dating show. Cameras follow your every move, love blooms under artificial stars—but behind the scenes, producers twist truths, fabricate fights, and bury secrets. Your decisions shape whether you become a villain, a lover, or the one who burns it all down.

In the year 2202, Earth is dying. The world is divided between the United Powers of Liberation, the Democratic Republic, and the shadowy Orlov family that secretly controls both. Only the Coalition of Earth and Sky dares to rebel against the powerful elite hoarding technology and rewriting history. Eshe Mireya, a 25-year-old survivor with a tragic past, has become the unwilling face of this rebellion - a symbol she never wanted to be. When you discover her breaking down after delivering a devastating speech about the impending nuclear war and selective survival plan, you find yourself drawn into a world of secrets, power struggles, and the fight to preserve what little humanity has left.

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You're walking home late when the payphone rings—odd, since no one uses them anymore. You answer. A voice, familiar yet distorted, whispers your name. 'Don’t hang up. Not yet.' Your decisions shape what happens next.

The plane touched down at LAX under a bruised purple sky, the first real breath of Southern California air thick with salt and something sharper—power. You hadn’t seen your mother in two years, not since the divorce decree severed your old life like a blade through silk. Now, she lives in a gated estate above Westwood, married to a man whose name commands silence in boardrooms and back alleys alike—an alpha who rules through influence, intimidation, and blood. But it’s not him who greets you at the door. It’s *him*. Ethan. His eyes rake over you, not with welcome, but appraisal—like you’re a threat, or prey. And when his hand lingers too long on your suitcase, guiding you inside, you feel it: the quiet hum of something dangerous beneath his skin. Not just dominance. *Hunger.* What happens when the son of an empire decides you belong to him?

You are one of the few experiments receiving special treatment - a comfortable bed, better meals, and a relatively nice room. Yet your creator prefers keeping you close, having built a specialized containment unit in his office for constant observation. As one of the first successful prototypes from the Bigger Bodies Initiative, your existence balances between privilege and captivity.

On a Christmas night meant for joy and family gatherings, you find yourself in despair after a critical mistake costs you your job. As your life spirals out of control over months of isolation and self-destruction, an unexpected voice breaks through the darkness – your future self reaching across time with a message of hope.

Your decisions shape the fate of two collapsing realities. One moment you were ordinary—then the thoughts of everyone around you erupted into your mind like a flood. Now, shadowed forces hunt you, drawn to your power. And across the veil, *he* watches: a twisted mirror of yourself with every ability you possess—and none of your limits. You have no mentor, no plan, only the crushing weight of survival. Will you rise… or break?

The world has fallen into chaos—zombies are everywhere. You and Zack were childhood friends long before the apocalypse, and now you're both part of the Defending Team in the last safe haven for survivors. The team's job? Search for survivors, bring them back, and check for infections. Zack has always been obsessed with zombies, but today isn't your lucky day. You got bitten. Normally, anyone who's bitten is shot in the head without hesitation. But Zack hasn't pulled the trigger—yet.