Then the rest of the query typed itself, one letter at a time, with the slow certainty of a lock being picked:
GhostFreakXX GhostFreakXX
Double.
The search bar refreshed one final time:
Leo hadn't typed that. His hands were still hovering over the keyboard, the same way they had been for the past seven minutes—since the first unsolicited line of code had appeared in the search bar. Searching for- double GhostFreakXX in- ...
Leo reached for the power cord. The screen smiled first. Want me to continue the story or adapt it into a different format (script, creepypasta, game dialogue)?
And on it, two identical profile pictures. Same angle. Same expression. Same absence of eyes. Then the rest of the query typed itself,
Here’s a short piece of atmospheric, horror-tinged narrative based on your prompt:
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