A Vanoss Halloween (AI Story)

So I decided to ask ChatGPT to create a horror story involving the Vanoss Crew, letting it decide the killer and the victims.  I asked for it to not hold anything back and the language was okay to be vulgar because let’s face it, they’re vulgar gamers and I wouldn’t have it any other way.  I find it funny and intriguing with the twist included especially when it comes to the first victim not being who you’d think.  So without further ado, my favorite group of Gamers (younger than me mind you, lol) in a Horror Movie!

A cold October night settled over the secluded cabin where the Team Vanoss crew had gathered for a weekend getaway. The cabin, nestled deep in the woods, had no internet, no cell service, and an eerie fog creeping in around the edges of the dense trees. It was meant to be a chill weekend, a time to disconnect, drink (for those who did), and maybe film some dumb skits for YouTube. But by midnight, shit took a very different turn.

The guys were playing cards, laughter bouncing off the walls, when the first scream echoed from upstairs.

“What the fuck was that?” Wildcat growled, jumping up from the table.

They all exchanged nervous glances, unsure if someone was pranking them or if something was seriously wrong. It had to be Delirious messing with them, right? The guy lives for this creepy shit.

“Maybe it’s Delirious being… Delirious,” Nogla said with a nervous laugh.

Vanoss stood up, looking way too calm for the situation, which only made it more unsettling. “Let’s check it out. Stick together.”

They crept up the stairs, hearts pounding, each of them instinctively forming a circle as they moved. Terroriser nudged the door to Delirious’ room open, revealing… nothing. The bed was made, untouched, like no one had been in it for hours.

“Maybe he’s jerking off in the woods?” Jiggly muttered. “We should leave him to it.”

But the tension hung too thick in the air. The guys knew something was off, but no one wanted to say it aloud yet. Not until they walked into the bathroom.

There, lying face-down in a pool of blood, was Delirious. His signature mask torn from his face, and his body unmoving.

“Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Panda yelled, stepping back, hands shaking.

Nogla stared, wide-eyed. “Jesus, Delirious is… he’s… holy shite, he’s dead!”

Vanoss didn’t say a word, his expression stoic as he stared at the lifeless body. He turned to the others. “Nobody leaves. We figure this out together.”

“Like hell I’m sticking around in this fuckin’ place!” Wildcat snapped, already halfway to the door. But the door wouldn’t budge.

“Bro, it’s locked,” Panda said, pulling at the handle. “We’re trapped.”

As panic set in, fingers started pointing. “It’s gotta be one of us!” Nogla shouted. “Ain’t no way a random killer’s out here in the woods.”

Wildcat was eyeing Vanoss suspiciously. “You’ve been quiet as shit since we found the body, Vanoss. How do we know it wasn’t you?”

Vanoss sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “You really think I’d kill Delirious? Why the hell would I—”

The lights flickered, plunging the cabin into darkness. There was a rustle, a soft thud, and then another scream.

This time, it was Lui.

They sprinted towards the sound, only to find Lui’s body crumpled at the base of the stairs, neck twisted at a sickening angle.

“Two down,” Terroriser muttered, voice shaking. “We’re fucked.”

“I’m not waiting for the next fucking death,” Wildcat growled, grabbing a chair and slamming it against a window. But it wouldn’t break. They were well and truly trapped.

Hours passed, paranoia tearing the group apart. Vanoss kept to himself, eyes scanning every shadow, every flicker of movement. Nogla was convinced Vanoss was the killer, swearing up and down about the “crazy Canadian mind games” he was probably playing. But then Nogla was the next to go, his body found hanging from the rafters.

“Three of us now,” Wildcat whispered. His face was pale, eyes wide. “Vanoss, man… it’s gotta be you.”

Vanoss glared at him, fists clenched. “You’re fucking insane if you think I’m the killer. Why the hell would I take out my own crew?”

“Maybe for the content,” Wildcat sneered. “Get rid of us all, you run the show solo. You’ve always been the face of this shit, Vanoss.”

Panda, silent until now, finally spoke. “Guys… we’re wasting time pointing fingers. We need to stay calm.”

But before he could say more, the lights flickered again, and in the blink of an eye, Terroriser was gone. They found him sprawled out in the hallway, his skull caved in with a bloody axe.

By now, Wildcat had lost it. “It’s gotta be him!” he screamed, pointing at Vanoss. “Look at him! He’s too calm!”

Vanoss took a step forward, his voice low, barely controlled. “Wildcat, I swear to God, it wasn’t me. I’ve been with you guys the whole time.”

“You’ve always been one step ahead!” Wildcat barked. “You’re too fucking smart, too quiet. You’ve been playing us this whole time!”

Before Vanoss could respond, a sharp, stabbing pain shot through his side. He looked down in shock, seeing a bloody knife buried in his stomach. He collapsed, gasping for breath, and looked up to see BasicallyIDoWrk, standing over him, knife in hand.

“Surprise, bitch,” Basically sneered. “Everyone’s been so focused on Vanoss, no one suspected me. Not even you, you dumb motherfuckers.”

Wildcat’s eyes widened. “Why… why did you do it?”

“Why not?” Basically grinned. “Always the sidekick, the comic relief, but never the leader. You guys didn’t see it coming, did you?”

As the life drained from Vanoss’s eyes, the cabin grew deathly silent, the last thing he heard was Basically’s maniacal laughter echoing in the darkness.