Anomaly Face Novels & Stories

The surface rippled with a faint blue light, revealing the hidden intricacies beneath. The heart of the security lay in the twin sensors embedded within the door—an advanced face recognition system and a piercing eye recognition mechanism. The face recognition module, marked by discreet sensors, scanned Landon's features with meticulous precision. It analyzed the contours of his face, mapping each nuance, seeking the match that would grant passage.

"Just... hold on." "I'm holding." They sat in silence. The rain tapped against the window. Elion looked at Cale. He looked at the man who was fighting a war against his own mind. He picked up the pen. He opened the notebook on Cale’s chest. Anomaly 86: The Name Glitch. Event: Cale confused me with Alex. Identity dysmorphia. Cause: Memory corruption from fever/rewind. He wrote a new note, pressing hard enough to dent the paper.

Around mile seven, we encountered our first real problem. The forest opened into a clearing that shouldn’t have existed. Perfect circle, maybe fifty feet across. The ground was scorched black. And in the center stood something that made my blood run cold. A Class B anomaly. Maybe ten feet tall. Humanoid but made from what looked like twisted metal and exposed bone. Its face was a smooth mask with no features except a mouth that split its head in half. “Back away slowly,” Miranda breathed. “Don’t make sudden movements.” Too late.

But they also knew something about it. It didn’t attack randomly. It didn’t waste moves. It built pressure. Forced decisions. Exploited weaknesses. And that meant— it would escalate. — The Guardian alerted. “New anomaly detected.” Jessica turned instantly. “…Where?” The screen expanded. This time— it wasn’t small. It wasn’t subtle. It wasn’t distributed. It was focused. One region. One system. One target. Global financial exchange cluster. Devon’s eyes widened. “…That’s not a test.”

Suddenly, the air in the garden seems to bend and shimmer, like heat waves rising from an asphalt surface on a hot day. These aren’t heat waves though. For one thing, the temperature is very pleasant—mid-sixties, I’d guess—and more importantly, the lines are horizontal, not vertical. A barely audible high-pitched whine accompanies the disturbance in the air. The whine and the strange bending of the air are the only signs anyone other than Radar gets that an Anomaly is unfolding. If you’re unfortunate enough to be caught in it, it’s too late. No one is quite sure what happens to people trapped in an Anomaly, but we do know they’re never seen again.

“Check out this guy’s side profile —Ethan Prescott.” I leaned in closer, squinting at the image. There was something about his features that seemed oddly familiar, but I couldn't place it. Still, it was strange that I seemed to find him familiar, considering the fact that I suffered from face blindness, or prosopagnosia. It was a condition that made it difficult for me to recognize faces, even those of people I’ve met countless times. Yet, something about his expression—perhaps the way he carried himself or the emotions in his eyes—seemed to reach out to me.

The screen split into two columns: on the left, one of the viral images—Mya on a couch in a dim room, a stranger at her side, their faces close enough to imply; on the right, the same frame under spectral analysis—skeins of color and numbers that made the image look suddenly cheap. Adam spoke, voice unhurried. “We ran error-level analysis. Notice the inconsistent compression blocks at the jawline, collarbone, and hairline.” He zoomed, and the macro blocks pulsed, grids within grid. “The base layer uses a 2019 editorial shoot as the donor face—lighting and angle match. The neck and shoulders come from a separate capture. The seam is hidden under tone-mapped shadow, but the chroma noise betray

“That means the two of you are probably also one person. Actually—every anomaly in this dungeon, all seven of you… might be fragments of the same soul.” Each anomaly corresponded to one of the seven emotions, split off from a single human mind and scattered through the dungeon. That’s why none of them remember their names or past. [Holy crap… that actually makes perfect sense.] [Sense?? Sense where?? If anomalies neutralize each other, what about the one who ends up alone?!] “As for the anomaly that doesn’t have a counterpart—” I hesitated, but there was only one answer left after ruling out everything else. “It’ll merge with a player.”

MOM" I shouted when I saw my mother entered the door " baby? you are awake already?" She said and run towards my side I excitedly hugged her " Mrs. can I talk to you outside for a while," the doctor said They both went outside and I was left with these unfamiliar people keeps on staring at me, I took a glance at each face and stopped at a tall man with a numb eye staring at me with a longing face. " he can't remember us" I heard the other guy said " GUN!" I heard a bang on the door and saw OAB breathing harshly

He has the most deformed face that is an awful grey with veins that are protruding. Connor only looks at the rest of us, "Oh, fuck."