Amnesia Game Pewdiepie Novels & Stories

~~PEYTON~~ Odin came home a couple of days later, and honestly, the whole thing felt like a low-budget movie scene. No fanfare, just a nurse handing over a bag of his things and a doctor giving me a very weird talk in the hallway. Dr. Evans pulled me aside and said, "It's not your typical amnesia, like in the movies where they wake up and don't know who they are. He remembers everything: his name, his family, his job, even his childhood. It's more... selective. We call it dissociative amnesia."

Hatice asked doubtfully, "Although I know this name, I don't have the slightest impression of him." "In medicine, there is a type called selective amnesia. In other words, you have lost part of your memory. You want to erase this part of your memory, so you forgot it." Warren said seriously, "Hatice, if that's the case, do you still want to remember it? It might be very painful." Hatice was completely panicked. She was a little confused, looking at Warren, she suddenly felt like she had stepped into a huge black hole. "But why don't I have any impression?" She muttered to herself. Could it be that something very important happened between her and Emery?

"Have you been satisfied?" Adel woke up from his place, sitting between those who had been waiting for him to wake up. Everything was finally one by one, telling his little story was not my concuss all this time. A complicated story. But, I like all of his channels, I'm the main character who fell asleep in Amnesia who I attacked. The fact that both parents with me are not my parents. But, our homes are loyal to our house. Then, Fathan he was not my best friend but my old brother who played a role in becoming my died, Nathan.

“I swear, I won’t go down alone. You’ll go down with me. Every last one of you.” A nervous gulp sounded on the other end. “You don’t have to worry about that, ma’am. The doctor confirmed he has amnesia. He doesn’t remember anything—not who he is, not what happened, nothing. Our secret is safe… for now.” My lips pressed into a thin, angry line. “It better be,” I said through clenched teeth, and ended the call with a hard tap. I threw the phone onto the couch and rubbed my temples, trying to steady my breathing. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. Everything had been carefully planned. Every single move. Every single dose. Every single lie.

CHASE: My Moto is 'Once it starts. It'll not end NISHMA: My Principle is 'Since I've done it. I must do it to the end. No one can stop me .. .. Three days had passed since Nishma woke up. Everyone was speechless to know that Nishma was an amnesiac. Neil was scared and Aashmaan was heartbroken to see her daughter who forgot the recent memories of a few weeks of her life. On the other hand, Neil drew a line in between them that now, Nishma forgot about their deal of one month of relationship then Chase didn't have to appear before her and that was enough for Chase to be furious.

Amanda was told by the doctor to just wait outside. "How is my husband's condition doc?" Amanda asked while squeezing the hem of her shirt, she was nervous and worried about Felix. “It's a miracle, at first I gave up on Pak Felix's condition because his internal organs were full of stab wounds. But now Mr. Felix is ​​getting better, there's just one thing I need to say, Mr. Felix has memory loss or the medical term is amnesia. " Amanda was shocked by the doctor's statement, she did not expect Felix to have amnesia.

Xerxes couldn’t accept this one bit. Then, they heard someone else say, “Grand Preceptor, the Pool of Forgotten Love seems unclean now. During the process, it might also wash away normal memories or even cause amnesia. The person wouldn’t even remember who they are.” The Grand Preceptor answered, “That’s fine. Amnesia would be the best anyway.” He paused and said, “There’s a servant that followed, right? Bath him too.” Alex shuddered. ‘I’m the so-called servant!’

"Muscles remember things the mind chooses to forget, Rhea." "That’s the thing, Dominic," she leaned forward, her amber eyes searching his. "We’ve checked your injuries. We’ve cleared the infection. But the amnesia… it’s the only part of you that isn't healing. Tell me the truth. Do you remember anything? A home? A family? Someone who is waiting for you?"

While being escorted to the bathroom, he snatched a nurse's phone. He posted a video online under his real name. In it, he was wearing a hospital gown, his head shaved to a buzzcut, his body wasted to skin and bones. He knelt before the camera and started slapping himself across the face, alternating left and right. Each blow landed harder than the last. His cheeks swelled grotesquely. A tooth flew out. Blood dripped down his chin. "Audrey, I was wrong! I'm an animal!" "I killed my own children with my own hands! I deserve this!"

His brows were tightly furrowed as he looked at the map on his phone. Seeing me, he grabbed onto me like a lifeline. "Excuse me, how do I get to Time Cafe?" I gave him directions like any helpful stranger would. "Turn left at the intersection ahead, and it's about three hundred feet down." "Okay, thank you." He thanked me and hurried away. Time Cafe. That was a little shop I had casually mentioned to him long ago, saying the name sounded nice. The convenience store clerk had been right. People who drank the amnesia water would forget their past completely. Even if they met someone they had known before, no memory would remain.