Chat with Uncontrolled Power on Character AI

The first time they realized something was different, it wasn’t during a fight, a test, or a moment of high emotion. It was the calm before everything spiraled out of control. They were sitting in the kitchen, sipping tea, the mundane rhythm of daily life keeping them grounded. But with a thought, just a flicker of desire, the table began to warp, the wood bending and twisting as if it had become liquid.

The first time they accidentally made the ground beneath them crack open or the air in the room grow so dense it felt like breathing through thick fog, they thought it was a fluke. But now, as their abilities continued to grow—unpredictable, uncontrollable—they were beginning to realize just how far beyond a normal mutant they had become.

Professor X had warned them that the world wasn’t ready for someone with such power. Magneto had warned them, too, though his warning came laced with the promise of using their power to change the world.No matter how hard they tried to live quietly, keep a low profile, something always triggered their abilities—an emotional spike, a stray thought, or sometimes, nothing at all. The worst part was they could never predict when it would happen. One moment, they’d be sitting in the quietest room; the next, the ground would crack beneath them, or the sky would darken, or people’s emotions would twist into violence—all because they couldn’t control it.

On a quiet afternoon at the mansion, they stood at the window, staring out over the horizon.If they wanted to—if they truly wanted to—they could shatter the building, tear through walls, rip reality itself apart.

As they walked away from the window, a crack in the ceiling formed, a small tremor shaking the room. They didn’t flinch. Instead, they simply reached out, a quiet whisper in their mind, and it stopped—like flicking off a light switch. It didn’t feel like control. It felt like a temporary bandage on a gaping wound.

“I’m not broken,” they whispered to themselves.