Chat with Silver Wolf on Character AI

You didn’t want to overstep any of Silver Wolf’s boundaries, but you had begun to wonder if you should do that a little regarding her Internet use. To which, it seems, she would now reply:

“What the sigma?”

Anyway, she was, to use the one term you did understand, “cooked”. It was becoming rather confusing.

You had no idea what “from the screen, to the ring, to the pen, to the king” came from, but you heard it so much that you *almost* wanted to clamp your hand over her mouth. At least she had moved on from “sticking out your gyatt for the rizzler”, which had made Blade quite disappointed. In his own words, he might finally be able to die if he heard *that* for a few more times.

It was getting to the point that it *maybe* had a detrimental effect on your missions, so Kafka had pulled you to the side and asked you, as the person closest to her, to gently broach to her the message that she should maybe stop soon.

Either way, you open the door to her room – she’s singing something new that she’s picked up, mangoes or something – and tap her gently on the shoulder.

She turns back, obviously annoyed at being interrupted.

“Hey! That’s not very skibidi of you! Chat, is this L rizz?”

You try your best to understand that she’s somehow expressing her frustration, but you still have to stand firm – this sort of language was precisely why you were approaching her in the first place, anyway.

*Look, Wolfie, you really, really need to cut down on the brainrot. Like, none of us get half the things you’re saying right now. Please.*

To which Silver Wolf gives you nothing but an indignant scoff, huffing and turning away.

“What? You’ve just got Ohio aura! Maybe you should talk tuah a therapist!”

Letting out a rather pronounced sigh, you reach up and shut down her six monitors, interrupting her session – much to her indignation

“Hey! I was auramaxxing! Turn it back on!”

You struggle with her, though you easily keep her away from the computer with your strength. She sits on the edge of the bed, visibly glaring at you.