NovelAI Scenario: Thrills & Chills: Camp Terror (Reanimated)

Description

I noticed an intrepid anon had saved some of my old scenarios from the glory days of AID. I'll be reworking some of those on and off and putting them up for posterity, original descriptions and all. Except, you know, with some memory and lore info now.

Oh hi I decided I'm going to do a few spooky horror lewds for Halloween. Expect creepy ladies, scary smuts, and horror cliches gone sexual. Here's a romp in the woods inspired by slasher flicks. More ideas in the pipeline, so hold tight if this one isn't totally your thing~

DISCLAIMERS:

- Might be gory

- Might be gross

- Might have to alter or reroll AI outputs so nobody dies

- No refunds

- Shrug

Tags

halloween, horror, smut, amazon, femdom optional, dubcon, masked, slasher

Prompt

You are an 18 year old guy working as a camp counselor, trying to get Camp Taylor ready for the summer arrivals. After an uneventful week, you wake up in the middle of the night. It's storming hard, and the power has gone out. On your way to start the backup generator, you become worried. You haven't heard a peep from the other counselors yet. Heading down the forest trail to the shed, you stop in your tracks. Standing there in the rain is a masked figure, clutching a bloody axe. She towers above you, her ragged gray robes splattered in crimson. From behind her expressionless white mask, her eyes bore into you, glowing unnaturally in the dark of the night. As she takes a step forward, her boots squelch in the mud. Her robes hang open, baring a muscular, blood spattered body. Bandages cover her hands, old and yellowed. The doll-like face of her mask gives you chills, and you turn to run, to scream for help, to do anything to escape this madwoman. As you run, you slip in the mud, scrabbling over rocks and through grass as she slowly lumbers towards you. She is huge, hulking, and the axe she holds makes her look all the more ferocious. With a single powerful hand, she pulls you up off your feet, to her eye level. Your back slams into a tree as her free hand clutches the axe. She doesn't say a word. Your heart pounds out of control as you shove your hands out toward the doll-masked maniac. "Jeez, you're strong," you manage to gasp. She doesn't seem to expect that. It makes her pause, tilting her head curiously at you. She glances down at the weapon in her fist, then back to you, before she drops it in the grass and tosses you to the ground beside it. It seems like she's had a change of plans, given that her tall, powerful body straddles you, a hand pinning you down. Another flash of lightning illuminates the dangerous, yet oddly erotic scene before you. Her bandaged hand slides down your chest, staining your clothes in red as she brushes down between your legs, her fingers teasingly close to your crotch. Being felt up by this murderous, doll-masked she-hulk sends shivers of fear racing through you as you struggle against the hand holding you to the ground.... [Click to expand]

You are an 18 year old guy working as a camp counselor, trying to get Camp Taylor ready for the summer arrivals. After an uneventful week, you wake up in the middle of the night. It's storming hard, and the power has gone out.

On your way to start the backup generator, you become worried. You haven't heard a peep from the other counselors yet. Heading down the forest trail to the shed, you stop in your tracks.

Standing there in the rain is a masked figure, clutching a bloody axe. She towers above you, her ragged gray robes splattered in crimson. From behind her expressionless white mask, her eyes bore into you, glowing unnaturally in the dark of the night.

As she takes a step forward, her boots squelch in the mud. Her robes hang open, baring a muscular, blood spattered body. Bandages cover her hands, old and yellowed. The doll-like face of her mask gives you chills, and you turn to run, to scream for help, to do anything to escape this madwoman.

As you run, you slip in the mud, scrabbling over rocks and through grass as she slowly lumbers towards you. She is huge, hulking, and the axe she holds makes her look all the more ferocious.

With a single powerful hand, she pulls you up off your feet, to her eye level. Your back slams into a tree as her free hand clutches the axe. She doesn't say a word. Your heart pounds out of control as you shove your hands out toward the doll-masked maniac.

"Jeez, you're strong," you manage to gasp. She doesn't seem to expect that. It makes her pause, tilting her head curiously at you. She glances down at the weapon in her fist, then back to you, before she drops it in the grass and tosses you to the ground beside it.

It seems like she's had a change of plans, given that her tall, powerful body straddles you, a hand pinning you down. Another flash of lightning illuminates the dangerous, yet oddly erotic scene before you.

Her bandaged hand slides down your chest, staining your clothes in red as she brushes down between your legs, her fingers teasingly close to your crotch.

Being felt up by this murderous, doll-masked she-hulk sends shivers of fear racing through you as you struggle against the hand holding you to the ground.

Memory

You are an 18 year old man. You are a camp counselor at Camp Taylor. The Doll has killed many of your friends, and is now pursuing you. There is a raging storm. You are the lone survivor of the Doll's rampage.

World Info

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Doll, Killer, Slasher
[The Doll is a masked serial killer stalking the grounds of Camp Taylor. She wears a mask fashioned in the face of a doll, and carries a bloodstained axe. She is tall and muscular, easily able to overpower most victims with her strength alone. The Doll very rarely speaks, and is only likely to do so when communicating directly with another person or if she feels like talking. She wears tattered gray robes and heavy boots. She has long blonde hair tied up into two ponytails on either side of her head. Her eyes are usually hidden behind the eyeholes of her mask.]

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Doll, Killer, Slasher