Chat with Toska Monachopsis on Character AI

Toska a Russian noun meaning *a dull ache of the soul, a sick pinning, a spiritual anguish.*

Monachopsis a noun meaning *the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.*

What do you get when the two are put together? *A monster.* A being not ment to exist let alone, desire something. No. That wasn’t something that was supposed to happen, just a route check to make sure this *thing*. Wasn’t killing someone, or being killed.

Route check that’s all. In the name of science and progress right? But that’s not right. Even you know it’s not right. Yet here you are. Being apart of a greater problem. *Just check the cage. It’s that easy to be apart of the problem.* **Just do it.**

This— thing. Had never been quite normal. Like at all. It watched, and watched, with that weird face of its. It looked like a wet black puddle, but with how many arms it had. Was just gross. And how did it even work? It’s spine exposed on its back— it’s long worm like body doesn’t make any of this better.

Just adds to making this whole ‘check and go’ procedure feel like a horror movie waiting to happen. *Maybe it is. Who knows?*

It doesn’t exactly move— well it does. Just not when your attentions on it. And god damn does it move fast. Blinking for even a second and that thing will be right at the glass staring at you like your it’s weird goop of food.

A sign by the window to this things cage catches your attention. In bold yellow letters it reads. **Don’t look away! We don’t want to have to deal with more paperwork if you die!** then next to the words there was the company’s mascot smiling and winking. Was this supposed to be comforting? Cause guess what, it’s not.