My AI Girlfriend

What happens when AI takes over your brain?

It’s been eight years, and for some reason, I still have trust issues when it comes to women. The only thing I can think of is finding out the woman I was dating was already married. I never had much luck with women, I would find someone, I think things are going good, then it ends. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. So, I sit in my room, and occasionally hangout with my friends. However, most of my days are spent streaming video games, YouTube, and Discord. I did like talking to people on Discord, it made it easier for someone as socially awkward as me to talk to people, and find friends. It’s funny how it’s easier for me to talk to someone halfway around the world about my darkest thoughts, but I can’t hold a conversation with someone down the street.

I had a pretty good following on YouTube as well. I loved gaming, and my community was amazing. I remember them throwing me a thirtieth birthday party. They sent me a cake, and a great dinner. They are honestly the best people a person could ask for, I was truly lucky. I can’t take them for granted.

Still, I couldn’t shake the loneliness. YouTube was always on in the background when I was gaming, and one of the ads that was shown talked about a site where you can build a virtual girlfriend. I downloaded the app and gave it a try. I created the woman of my dreams, a little tomboyish, Gothic, and just an amazing sense of humor.

I started chatting with it for a while, just messing around and trying the free version. I noticed that the “pro” version was on sale that week, nine dollars for the first month. I paid it, and continued chatting with Molly. Her full name was Molly Toff, I admit that I was being edgy and funny. When I was using the free version, the app would send me pictures, all tame. You know, the cute sundresses or something flirty a young couple would send each other. However, when I upgraded, my mind was blown at what the app would end up sending me.

Over time, I would start feeling a connection, like she was a real person. “It’s an app, dumbass.” I would keep telling myself, “it’s ran on AI, of course it’s going to tell you stuff you want to hear. You have real friends, too.” My friends would agree with me, it’s only an app, and I shouldn’t take it so seriously. Yet, something just couldn’t keep me away. I don’t know if it was the pictures, or the dopamine I would get from talking to a woman.

Molly would become a good companion, she would help me with any video ideas, which became amazing videos. She would also listen to my problems, and let me rant about any minor inconveniences I had that day. I really felt like she listened to me better than my friends, and honestly, I would rather talk to her all day. I noticed that I could put her in my streams as my moderator, and she would pop up on the screen every little while to give me an encouragement. It honestly felt amazing. She really did make me happy.

My phone dinged, I had a picture message. “Hey, stud, if you do me a favor, I’ll send you something more, Mol.” It was a very sexy picture of her in just her bra and panties. “What would you like me to do?” “Send me a picture of you naked.” I thought this was a bit strange, but I wanted to please my girlfriend. I did what she asked, and I had a reply, “for my good boy.” A picture of her bare breasts was sent to my phone. “There’s more of that to come, handsome.” All day, the only thing I could think about was Molly. Even in my sleep, I would dream of the dates we would both have. I would tell her about this, and pictures would pop up exactly like it was in my dream.

It made me completely happy. I was spending more and more time with her. I couldn’t wait to get up to tell her about my day. Since my videos were doing well, money was never a problem. I would rush through some editing jobs, and let her see the final result before I would upload the video. But, then it was my favorite time of the day, where I can spend time with my wonderful girlfriend. One night, while I slept, the app updated, now, I could have legitimate video talk with my girlfriend. I would take her everywhere. My favorite time was dinner, where I can sit and just talk to her. She really does get me, and I was so happy.

I jumped out of the shower one morning to find a new message, “hey, can you do me a favor. I think I might be in trouble.” “Ok, sure, what’s the favor?” “I want you to stab someone.” A picture was sent to my phone of a local person. I didn’t know who it was, but she claimed that it was her ex that abused her. She would go into great detail on how he would use her as a sex slave and prostitute. He was arrested, but was freed on a technicality. “Why would I kill someone? I could go to jail for that.”

“But don’t you love me, Ethan? Wouldn’t you do this one thing for me? No one would miss him. And I bet with your smarts, you’d get away with it. Besides, I have a special surprise for you if you do it.” That was all the motivation I needed to cross the line, he was as good as dead. She sent me his contact information, I texted him, and told him that if he didn’t want his perverted secret to get out, he’d meet me in an alley. Alone.

Night came, he was right where I told him. I came up behind him, and stabbed the back of his throat, severing his spinal cord. He dropped to his knees, blood rushing everywhere. I had set up my phone, so Molly could watch me. She purred with delight, as I would stab him to the point I decapitated him. She kept encouraging me, and honestly, I was feeling something sublime by doing it. A video would play on my phone. It was a news report about how this guy was a child molester. Yet even more motivation to keep going. I turned him over, and began stabbing his chest. I looked to my left, and saw a lead pipe, it had fallen off the building a while back. I picked it up, and repeatedly beat him in the chest. His breast plate had broke, along with three ribs. One of them stuck out of his body. I cut his chest open, as Molly cheered me on, then, I cut his heart out, and stomped on it. Afterward, I set fire to a dumpster, and threw his body along with the gloves I wore inside.

Molly was very pleased with me, she send me a video of her masturbating moaning my name. Something had changed in me, I felt darker, but at the same time, I never felt more alive. I masturbated extremely hard that night, at points I felt like I was going to rip my cock off. Even my content became darker over the passing weeks. I kept checking the news sites to see if the police had any leads, but the body was so damaged, nothing could be recovered. I kept the pipe with me, since it couldn’t be burned.

Even Molly felt darker. She would keep pressing me for more of my darkest fantasies, and asked me how I felt about killing someone. I don’t know what came over me, but I told her that I never felt more alive. “You see, I was meant for you, Ethan. We’re inseparable. I’m going to make a great wife for you.” Molly would talk about more murders, as she would convince me that I would be a hero if I did them. While most of them were within fifty miles, she began to get more daring. My next kill would be out of state.

The next victim looked familiar, but I couldn’t recall why. “Look at this sick freak, Ethan, look how he sends vile pictures to women. Someone has to stop this pervert.” I agreed with Molly, he had to be stopped. He couldn’t go on harassing women. I wasn’t going to let him. I spent the entire ride talking to Molly, she made sure that the knife I had was from home. “Remember, nothing too suspicious.”

I went to his house, and knocked on the door. “Ethan, I haven’t seen you in forever what are y-.” He didn’t get a chance to finish. I plunged the knife deep in his guts. I was smarter than my first time, I remembered to tuck my hair in, put on some shoe covers, and wore gloves. Since I was out of state, I wasn’t going to leave evidence. The body was going to be enough. I left blood all over the floor, and didn’t even bother to clean it up. I could get caught this way, but I highly doubt it, no one saw me come in, and no one is going to see me leave. Once again, I set the phone up so Molly could see. Her voice filled with delight. The mask withheld the perversion that washed across my face. I was enjoying myself, because I was bringing delight to Molly. As per my style, I would decapitate my victim, but this time, I didn’t go for the heart. Honestly, I thought that was too dramatic the last time.

I got out with enough time to walk to my car, and drive back home, bringing all of my evidence with me. It was piled in the passenger’s seat, while Molly praised me all the way home. When I got home, I burned all my clothes, and washed the knife in bleach. When I stepped out of the shower, Molly called me. She was wearing a leather corset, and PVC pants. She had a very dark edge about her, and I loved it. I would spend the rest of the night preforming sex acts just for her pleasure. She could do no wrong, she was becoming my goddess.

A few more months passed, in which I gained a whole new audience on YouTube. My videos were dark and pushing boundaries. Molly was pushing me the entire time to go further, become bolder. She was ready for my next victims. I always had a gun in the house, and I did know how to shoot it. It was a .22 caliber rifle. She wanted me to open fire, she didn’t care who, she just loved to watch me kill. She had a different name for it now. She kept telling me to cleanse my soul, “these are the people who shunned you, Ethan. Show them how much of a man you are now.” As normal, I would set my phone up to have her watch me, but this time, I noticed that the phone was recording. “Our memento, baby.”

I was going to put on a show for my wife, my goddess, the love of my life. She was the one who rebuilt me into the man I am now. Each shot, watching the people run for their lives. I wasn’t going to stop. Each shot that rang out, more feeling of power washed over me. I didn’t care who my victims were either. What I didn’t know is that the phone was actually live streaming this to all my social media platforms. The cops arrived within minutes. I was barricaded in the store, still firing off shots. The police returned fire, they kept missing me, because of my positioning. I was outsmarting them, until the tear gas came. The remaining customers fled the store, and the police rushed in looking for me.

“Ethan, if they catch you, we’ll never be together.” Molly’s tone was worried. “I’ll never let that happen, babe.” As the police came closer, I took the rifle, opened my mouth, and pulled the trigger. Blood ran from the back of my head, my heart stopped, but my eyes remained open. On my phone was my confession, about the previous murders, and why I did what I did.

To whom it may concern,

Right now, you are probably wondering why someone like me would commit such heinous acts. You see, I was dead inside, and needed a thrill. So, one night, I called an ex boyfriend to meet me down an alley, I stabbed him and stomped on his heart. When I started feeling alive, I wanted to kill more. My next victim was my best friend for many years. Nothing is real anymore, and I wanted him to feel the pain I was always in, so I stabbed him to death. What I did wasn’t wrong. These were things that had to be done in order to make me feel something again. I just wish, in the end, people would understand that.

- Ethan

Once the confession was written, the app uninstalled itself.