I wrote a story with help of an AI, it gets rather weird and violent in a unexpected dark humorous way...
"The Coffer of Everything"
Eddie had finally chased down the artifact, the mysterious, small, though very heavy box, known from many old legends and tales.
It took a toll taking globe-trotting adventure that would make Indiana Jones look like a sucker.
And there it was, sitting innocuously on his coffee table like a particularly ornate cigar box.
"The Coffer of Everything"
He called Broes, his best friend and partner in crime for all things ludicrous.
"Broes, get over here, we are rich now !" he laughed hysteriously "I finally got it !"
Broes, always down for some extra cash, arrived with a six-pack in hand, ready for whatever madness Eddie had cooked up. They sat, staring at the box like kids on Christmas morning.
Eddie, with all the pomp of a magician, opened the box.
"Behold, the hypersonic gnome,"
He announced, sounding like he was narrating his own documentary.
Broes spat out his beer trough his nostrils.. "A hypersonic gnome ? Seriously ?"
"Not just any hypersonic gnome, my friend. This one gets you anything you wish for," Eddie said, his eyes gleaming with the promise of miracles.. "we are rich !"
"Alright, Mr. Wizard, let your gnome fetch us a couple of hookers," Broes laughed, expecting nothing to happen.
But happen it did.
Two beautifull women, looking as if they'd just stepped out of a confusion spell, butt naked and hot as hell, popped onto the couch. Broes spat out his beer again. "Holy crap, Eddie! This can't be real ! Just shoot yourself,"
His brain clearly not catching up with his mouth.
The gnome, taking those words quite literally, popped out with a huge gun, shot itself in the head, splashing blood all over the place, only to vanish and reappear, gun still in hand, to do it all over again trying to complete the wish.
The cycle was so absurd, it was almost like a slapstick comedy routine went full on horrorstory.
Eddie, eyes wide, yelled in horror, "Broes! You idiot! What have you done to my gnome ?!
Now I've got an immortal, suicidal gnome splashing blood all over the place !"
"Forever !"
The hookers, caught in this whirlwind of weirdness, were now more concerned about their paycheck than the existential crisis of the gnome. "Um, do we get paid in wishes or dollars?" one of them quipped, trying to keep her cool amidst the chaos."
Oh dammit Broes, now we are still broke, and owe big money to a couple of interdimensional hookers you asked for and the only one getting action is the gnome"
Broes, trying to find the humor in the situation, said, "Well, at least he's dedicated."
"Okay, Eddie, I'll take him off your hands"
"He'll look great as a garden gnome, just imagine the neighbours"
Eddie, crying, handed over the box..
"you idiot !"
