Using ChatGBT to write absolutely terrible fanfiction

I'm sure plenty of you have heard of the "A.I." programs people are messing with now. I have been tinkering with  ChatGBT for a few days and one of the weirdest things I started using it for, is writing terrible fan fiction. I just add some basic prompts and characters and see where the story takes me. 

At the end of one story I will just add a weird prompt and tell the chatbot to continue the story and I keep getting really stupid results and some of these have had me in tears.

Here's today's "thriller" that I had it write for me.

I call the story "Pattycake", starring Mark Summers and Jessica Rabbit. Oh it's  REAL dumb. This is easily the worst thread I will ever start.



It was a rainy night in downtown Los Angeles, and the neon lights of the city reflected off the wet pavement. The streets were deserted except for the occasional sound of a car passing by. I was sitting in a diner, trying to shake off the chill, nursing a cup of coffee and a hamburger.

That's when I saw him. Mark Summers, the host of the popular game show Double Dare, walked into the diner. He looked like he had seen better days, with a tired expression and a hint of desperation in his eyes. He sat down in the booth across from me, and I could see he was carrying a small briefcase.

"You look like you could use a hamburger," I said to him, offering the plate in front of me.

He gave me a grateful smile and took the burger. "Thanks. It's been a long day."

We sat in silence for a few moments, chewing our burgers, when he suddenly looked up and said, "You know, I heard a good joke today. What do you get when you cross a hamburger with a Double Dare physical challenge?"

I raised an eyebrow. "I have no idea. What do you get?"

"A meatball run," he said with a grin.

I chuckled. "That's a good one."

We finished our burgers and I was about to leave when a woman walked in. She was the most stunning woman I had ever seen, with long red hair, curves in all the right places, and a dress that left little to the imagination. She walked over to our booth and sat down next to Mark.

"Hello, boys," she purred. "My name is Jessica Rabbit. I heard you might be able to help me with a little problem I have."

Mark and I looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

"I need you to find something for me," Jessica said, pulling a photo out of her purse. "It's a diamond necklace. I was supposed to deliver it to a client, but it was stolen from my car. I need you to find it and bring it back to me. I'm willing to pay."

Mark and I exchanged a look. It sounded like a job too good to be true, but we were both down on our luck and could use the money. We agreed to take the case.

As we walked out of the diner, I couldn't help but wonder what we had gotten ourselves into. But with Jessica Rabbit by our side, we were in for an adventure unlike any other.


The next day, Mark and I set out to find the stolen necklace. We started by checking all of the local pawn shops and jewelry stores, but came up empty-handed. We even questioned some of the local thugs and lowlifes, but they all claimed to know nothing about the theft.

That's when we received a tip that the necklace might be in the possession of a notorious criminal known as Grimace. He was a dangerous man with a history of violence and extortion, and we knew that going up against him could be a life-or-death situation.

Despite the danger, we decided to take the risk and confront Grimace. We followed the lead to a seedy bar on the outskirts of town, where we found him sitting in a dark corner, surrounded by his henchmen.

"Who are you?" Grimace growled as we approached. "And what do you want?"

"We're looking for a stolen diamond necklace," Mark said, holding up the photo Jessica had given us.

Grimace looked at the photo and sneered. "I don't know anything about no necklace. And even if I did, why would I give it to you?"

"We're willing to pay," I said, trying to reason with him. "We just want to return it to its rightful owner."

Grimace leaned back in his chair, contemplating our offer. "Alright, I'll make you a deal. You bring me the cash, and I'll give you the necklace. But if you try to double-cross me, I'll make sure you both regret it."

We didn't have much of a choice, so we agreed to his terms. We left the bar and went to a nearby bank to withdraw the money. As we were leaving, we noticed a shadowy figure following us. It was Jessica Rabbit, who had been tailing us the whole time.

"What are you doing here?" Mark asked her, surprised.

"I came to help," she said. "I have a feeling things are about to get dangerous."

We went back to the bar with the cash, and Grimace handed over the necklace. But as soon as we took possession of it, his henchmen surrounded us and drew their weapons.

"You thought you could outsmart me?" Grimace laughed. "You're both dead now."

That's when Jessica Rabbit sprung into action. With her quick reflexes and seductive moves, she was able to disarm the henchmen and take down Grimace herself.

"Let's get out of here," she said, grabbing our hands and leading us out of the bar.
As we walked out into the night, victorious but shaken, Jessica turned to us and said, "You guys are pretty good. If you ever need my help again, just give me a call."


As Mark and I walked away from the seedy bar, we couldn't help but feel grateful to Jessica for coming to our aid. But our minds were also occupied with another topic: Terry Bogard and the game Fatal Fury.

"You know, I was a big fan of Terry Bogard when I was a kid," Mark said, breaking the silence.

"You mean the video game character?" I asked.

"Yeah, he was the protagonist of Fatal Fury," Mark replied. "He had this signature move called the Power Wave, where he would shoot a wave of energy from his hands."

"I remember that," I said, nodding my head. "But what does Terry Bogard have to do with anything?"

"I don't know," Mark said with a shrug. "It's just something I've been thinking about lately. I guess it reminds me of a simpler time, when life was less complicated."

As we walked further down the street, we heard a commotion coming from a nearby alleyway. Curious, we approached to investigate.

That's when we saw a group of young boys huddled around a portable gaming console, engrossed in a game of Fatal Fury. They were arguing and cheering each other on, clearly invested in the outcome.

Mark and I couldn't help but smile at the sight. It was a nostalgic reminder of our own childhoods, when video games were a source of pure joy and entertainment.

"Hey, do you guys need any tips?" Mark called out to the boys.

They looked up at us, surprised but excited. "Yeah, sure!" one of them said.

Mark and I spent the next hour teaching the boys the ins and outs of the game, sharing our own strategies and experiences. It was a small but meaningful moment of connection, bridging the gap between generations and bringing a sense of community to the often-divided city.

As we said our goodbyes and continued on our way, I couldn't help but think about the power of simple pleasures like video games. They may seem trivial, but they have the ability to bring people together and create moments of genuine happiness. And in a world as chaotic and uncertain as ours, those moments are worth cherishing.

As Mark and I continued on our way, we suddenly heard a familiar voice calling out to us. "Mark! Over here!"

We turned around to see Jessica Rabbit waving at us from across the street. With a smile, we made our way over to her.

"Hey, Jessica," Mark said. "What are you doing here?"

"I was just passing through," Jessica replied. "But then I saw you two and had to come say hello."

As we chatted, Jessica suggested we play a game of patty cake. Mark and I exchanged a look of confusion, but Jessica quickly explained the rules: two players face each other and clap their hands together in a pattern, gradually increasing in speed.

At first, Mark and I were hesitant to join in. But Jessica's infectious energy soon had us laughing and clapping along with her, our hands moving faster and faster.

As we played, I couldn't help but notice the way Jessica's dress swayed and her hair bounced with each movement. It was a hypnotizing sight, and I found myself completely lost in the game.

In the end, we were all laughing and out of breath, our hands sore from the intense clapping. It was a simple but joyful moment, reminding us of the importance of play and connection.

"Thanks for playing with us, Jessica," Mark said with a smile.

"Anytime," Jessica replied, winking at us. "Just remember to practice your patty cake skills before our next meeting."

As she walked away, Mark and I exchanged a glance, both feeling a newfound appreciation for the simple joys of life. And as we continued on our way, we couldn't help but wonder what other surprises the night might have in store for us.