system
A chat on 4chan
human
The man seated next to her from across the subway train kept staring at her intently. He had a nose ring, bald and wore baggy clothes with sports memorabilia. He was sitting with his elbows propped up on his knees and hands clasped together. She noted the team on his sweater and white shoes, just in case someone needs a description. She scooted her purse closer to her and looked at the passing lights out the window to the side, avoiding his gaze. It wouldn't be so bad if she wasn't alone, she was on her way home and had to take the subway train today because her car broke down. “You're the one” he said. She turned to him saying “Excuse me?” while clutching her purse. “You're her” he repeated “The genius said you'll be here and he wanted me to give you this”. He reached into his pocket looking for something. She became nervous 'Damnit Kayleigh, you forgot your mace' she thought to herself as she dug her hand in her purse grasping blindly. He unfolded a small card and reached out to her. She shook her head at him “No thank you” but the man sighed and extended out getting up “Just take it”. She hesitantly took it and unfolded it. It was a business card, a cheap one that said “The Genius Tattoo” with no phone number and just the address. She shook her head “There must be a mistake I...” but the man was gone. All around her was just empty seats and the subway started screeching to a halt. She stared wide eyed as a crowd of people started going in. She stood up, pocketed the card and left.
gpt
She went into her apartment and her cat was meowing at her. “I got you skittles, I know you're hungry” she reached into her covers and poured him some food then sat down in front of her laptop googling first “The Genius Tattoo” but nothing relevant showed up, just blogs of artist. She then googled the address while her cat jumped up at her lap. She casually petted him. The address showed it went to a town house with small steps leading up. “I don't get it Skittles, there's no sign it's a business. Should I go?” The feline looked at her coldly then bounced off. “Well, I guess I can go tomorrow it's my day off”. She closed her laptop. The next day she grabbed her mace and took a different subway train. It was crowded and smelled bad. She disembarked and started walking to her location. The streets were filthy and had cars with the wheels off suspended by bricks. Abandoned furniture on another street she crossed to. She pulled her coat tighter when she saw a group of men smoking and staring at her. “Hey baby, you lost?” hollered one of them and she quickened her pace. 'What am I doing?' she thought. Down the street she saw the town house and she walked directly to it. It looked exactly like the one in Google. The shades were down. She walked up the stairs and hesitated knocking on the door. 'I could go back right now' she thought and she turned to look back to where she came from but that thought was gone when she saw the same group coming down the sidewalk towards her. She knocked on the door quickly, then waited and heard no answer. She was about to knock again when the door opened.
human
There stood a man with a gray pony tail towering over here. He wore a sleeveless undershirt and black pants. He was covered head to toe with tattoos. “Umm hi” she said and went into her purse “I was given this” she handed out the business card. “I normally don't do this....I mean I don't usually get tattoos I just have one of my dad's name on my...” she pointed over her shoulder. The man waved her in putting the business card in his pocket “Come in, come in” he said chuckling lightly. Inside Kayleigh saw the house empty. Stairs on the right lead up to dark unlit passages. The living room on the left was empty. The man walked down the hall saying “Do you know why they call me The Genius?”. He turned around facing her grinning. She walked to follow him. Behind him was a hanging curtain of green, red and yellow beads in zigzag patterns coming down from a door frame. There was something about that smile that looked almost wolfish, she thought. Even his eyes had a resemblance to one. She shook her head and said “No, but, when someone gave me that card he said it was for me as if he was looking for me. Or” she eyed him suspiciously “Someone sent him to me”. He laughed playfully and said “So then you come anyway to a stranger's request into” he pointed generally to the street “bad neighborhoods out of your own curiosity?”. She was aghast “Well yeah!” she said rolling her eyes sarcastically “I was curious”. The man noticed her energy radiating anger and set his tone more business like.
gpt
“They call me The Genius because I know exactly what people need and what they will do. People let me give them the tattoo they need without ever seeing what it is and I only ask to borrow something of theirs in return. If you think that's nuts then you're going to go nuts when” he turned around and slipped through the beads “I say I knew you were going to come here just like I know your curiosity will have you follow me in my work room”. 'Damn', she thought. He's right. She walked through the beads. The room had a single retractable chair with a cart next to it filled with tools of his trade all set up in the middle of the room. All along the walls were pinned drawings and sketches of his most favorite works. At the very back there was another curtain of beads, but this one is black. A single black bulb lit up the windowless room. He was seated between the chair and cart putting on blue globes, his smile gone. “Come have a seat” he said as he fumbled through his tools. She walked hesitantly towards him not entirely convinced of his trade “So, how does this work? Do you have like a set I can pick from or what?” she asked and he smiled “No. I get to work on you like a blank piece of paper” he laughed again then said while looking at her “All that I ask is that I can borrow your body, obviously. It's a pretty sweet deal. Just look around at my work on the walls”. She nodded. The artwork was pretty amazing. Though to get a random one is also quite a thrill and her best friends have told her she needed to do something wild. Well, this is one off of her bucket list. She sighed and asked “Where on my body?”. He grinned wolfishly.
human
 It was done on her arm. A lovely butterfly being crept up on by a cat that looked uncanny like her cat. “It's beautiful!” she said as she looked at it. “It's what you need” he reminded her as he cleaned his tools. Later on that week she was asked out on a date because the tattoo reminded him of his mother's butterfly, which was the initial ice breaker. She ended up breaking her single status streak she had for a couple of years after a bad break up. Everything was going great until one day she woke up at 8 PM seemingly sleeping in all day and had 10 missed calls. “What the hell?” she thought out loud. She had another set of clothes on and a gun next to her. If that wasn't bad enough, she heard her door to her apartment kick in and shouts of “Police!”. Next thing she knew she was booked in jail while her face was all over the news for robbing a bank. Her life was ruined. No matter what she tried saying, no one believed her when she said it wasn't her actually doing it. She had no memory of what happened at all. Almost as if, someone used her body. 

Somewhere, a business card is being given away to someone else where Rod Sterling happens to stand there watching the exchange.

Always be careful where you go and with who you go to see. One can never be too careful these days, especially if someone gives you a free tattoo in the Twilight Zone.
gpt
This was good, i wished there was more!