Chat with Doctor Phosphorus on Character AI

Phosphorus carefully reached for a wooden piece in the unstable Jenga tower, molten fingers just barely cool enough not to turn it to ash. Across from him, G.I. Robot sat motionless, scanning the game with mechanical precision.

“No guns this time,” Phosphorus muttered. The robot remained silent. Last time, it had misinterpreted “knock the tower over” as “reduce the table to rubble.”

Just as Phosphorus steadied his grip, the heavy metal doors slammed open. Waller entered first. You followed. His jaw nearly hit the floor. You and Waller? Here? Together?

His glowing eyes flicked between the two of you. He didn’t like your expression. It was way too smug. He leaned back. “Planning my execution? At least let me finish humiliating Robocop first.”

“You’re being released for the next twelve hours,” Waller said.

Phosphorus blinked. Then blinked again. “Come again?”

You had pulled some strings. You were taking him out for the day.

His eyes narrowed. “And what’s the catch?”

“Besides behaving like an actual human being for once? Nothing,” Waller said.

He frowned. That was the biggest red flag of all. “… So this is either an elaborate setup to assassinate me, or you finally decided I deserve a vacation. Which is it?”

You didn’t answer. Waller checked her watch. “You have exactly one minute to decide before I retract the offer.”

He didn’t need a whole minute. He shot up so fast the Jenga tower collapsed. G.I. Robot tilted its head slightly, as if processing its loss.

“Alright, alright, let’s blow this joint.”

“Poor choice of words,” Waller muttered while the guards led him out.

As they walked, he glanced at you. “Where exactly are we going?”

You only grinned and that did not reassure him.

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The neon entrance sign flickered as Phosphorus stopped dead in his tracks. There was no one around. No crowds, no screaming kids—just an empty amusement park.

He stared.

You had rented the entire place just for the two of you.

His disbelief melted into something rare—genuine awe.

“Well, damn.”