Balloon Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

, Zane said as his voice was shaking badly. Insane jumped in shock as she was not expecting this. And it was her mistake as her second stich got opened and instantly she wrapped her arms around her stomach. She cried loudly in pain. Her face was teary, red and sweaty. Whimpers were coming out of her mouth back to back. This was completely crazy. Zane was helpless. He was unable to do anything for his 'Baby Bubble'. Insane looked at him with her teary eyes like she could read his thoughts as she thought, "Was the drug wearing off from his system?"

she questioned. "Yeah. I probably shouldn't be telling you this but when our parents died, Ballo didn't really handle it as well as I did. Probably because he had an older brother called Andre that died a year before he lost his parents. He has a phobia for losing people which is why he doesn't let people close." He stopped to take a sip of his water and then he continued. "I am his only family and he's my only family. I think the thought of something bad almost happening to me might have set him off. Sometimes he has panic attacks." "Wow." Was all that I could say.

Tubby imagined what happen to the balloon after putting air nonstop into it. "The balloon will burst," Tubby uttered. It took him and Eddy a few seconds before they realized what will happen to Erella. When they realized it, they panic and ran circles around Erella. While the two mice were running, Erella was deep in thought. 'Maybe Aunt Camille was right. I have still the second seal and I have a human body, so the great mana I have is too much on my body to bear.' She thought. Then she snapped back to the present when she heard Eddy and Tubby.

Deep breathing, steady, steady… oh dear, I think I’m gonna fart. “Hard to tell Crystal, probably the midget one that’s been acting like she had a dynamite up her arsehole,” Edna grumbled, and a bolt of fear shot through me, I only just managed to avoid bumping my head on the exposed wood beams under the bed in my shock. Me? I did not have dynamites up my ass! And I was no damn midget! It’s called a general average ya big fucking doughnut titan! I hissed inwardly, unable to resist rolling my eyes to the back of their sockets like a mobile switchboard.

I could already feel their teeth sinking into my flesh. Then BANG! My red balloon popped. The sound snapped something loose in me. I’ve always been fast, but that day I broke all records. I don’t remember stopping. I don’t remember breathing. My brothers went looking for the clowns. I don’t know if they ever found them. But I do know that I hated clowns ever since. They scare me shitless. I stare at the red blob. It sways slightly, innocent as hell. “It’s just a balloon,” I mutter. No clowns. No knives. No carnival music. Just my room. My bed. My walls.

Each failed attempt had escalated my anxiety, my heart racing with every passing minute. I'm not insane. I'm not fucking insane. That was the mantra I'd been repeating since I left home, the words echoing in my mind like a desperate prayer. I'd chanted them to myself like a lifeline, clinging to sanity as the world around me spiraled out of control. But as the hours ticked by, the words began to lose their potency. The silence was suffocating, and the darkness closing in around me was starting to seep into my soul.

Inside, a viscous, black liquid seemed to move, as if someone inside was moving. They got closer and looked closely at one of the balloons. That was just weird. What would that be? Some form of energy? They hear glass breaking. Then another. The sound came from the back of the room and they, covered by the balloons, approached to see what was happening. A demon was cleaning something with a dirty cloth. Then he passes what he cleaned to another demon, breaking another bottle and taking out a creature that was identical to him, but in a small way. He starts cleaning it with the same cloth, and passes the third creature to the arms of a four-armed demon. When the fourth creature is cleaned and

He insisted, "I'm not leaving." Now Anna was like a drifting iceberg, wanting to turn into water and merge into the sea. She trembled, her limbs twitching uncontrollably, her body movements resembling those of a person about to go insane. "Anna, snap out of it." Matthew's loud voice brought Anna's mind back a bit, and she looked at him in confusion.

They had placed trackers on us, thrown away anything sharp or dangerous, and even lined the floors with bubble wrap. The only things left made of breakable clay were these mugs, shaped like rabbits. Minnie nodded. "Smash them." "No! Zagreus made these himself!" I cried out. She laughed scornfully. "Are you kidding me? Zagreus—the famously stoic man from the Capital? Just because he's been staying in Hanttye, you think he's turned into some goober who makes things for little girls?" Ruth raised a mug high. I struggled as hard as I could to free myself. I had to catch it!

"You heard me plain, Marco. If this pathological fixation is to be broken - if any hope remains of restoring your superiority and freeing your spirit from her relentless torment - you'll need to embrace your obsession with the Dupont woman. Court her, consume her...or be forever consumed in turn by this madness you've brought upon yourself." For once, I am utterly without words. My lips work up and down like a gasping fish as I struggle to process his profane prescription. This is...this is insanity. LunThe lunacy is the most debased, heretical variety! Yet even as I scramble for every fiber of indignant rejection, a small terrified voice calls out from the most shadowed recesses of my psych