Cartoon Conspiracies Novels & Stories

He looked over just as I reached him, pushing off the side of the car when he saw the fire in my expression. “What happened?” he asked. “Alien cultists,” I snapped, more to myself than to him. His brows knit together. “What?” I huffed and explained, “The cashier inside tried to recruit me for his freaking UFO conspiracy group. Swore up and down that Zorg—or Zarnax or whatever—is coming to ‘collect the chosen.’ I swear to God, I’m gonna punch William in the face for making me go in there.” Alexandra tried not to laugh. “It’s not his fault the guy was nuts.”

"Do you think they're planning to come after us... the United States? Do they want the presidency?" "Yes, but there's a lot of speculation; I dare not say I'm a hundred percent sure," Liana said solemnly, and her grandfather understood her caution. This was a massive conspiracy, and if it were true, then the entire United States was in jeopardy... However, at this point, the world had already been threatened by a mad space scientist, so what was impossible? Moreover, recent actions by China and its partners lent credence to this speculation.

“People are obsessed with the teaser.” “They are feral,” she corrected immediately. “Like genuinely terrifying. Someone already started a conspiracy theory that your anonymous identity is secretly a retired Japanese illustrator hiding from the public.” I finally laughed softly at that. “Another person thinks you’re a middle aged man.” “That one hurts.” “Honestly? Your caffeine addiction supports the theory.” I flipped her off lazily. Cassie smiled before grabbing my phone from beside the tablet and waving it dramatically. “Also your sponsor texted again.” My hand paused.

Anton asked, his voice strangely tight. “Showing them you,” Sabatine said simply. “Cross painted a cartoon villain. We show the real man. The one whose public and private compass has pointed in one direction for years. A man doesn’t spend a decade building a reputation as the paragon of secure, ethical tech to suddenly become a petty thief for a hostile foreign consortium. The character assassination only works if the character never existed.”

But I thought back to that call and in my bones I saw the lack of communication between whatever villain was pulling strings and me meant they were planning something big. I was hesitant to announce to the Eternal Court what happened since it was obvious that someone within these walls were involved. I let the theories run through my head, trying to not give in to the crazy conspiracies that first popped up. I shuddered at the thought that one of my century long friendships would be dissolving soon when I uncovered the truth.

“But they were in a hunting pack. They’re saying all of them were lying?” “We’re talking about an online conspiracy theory. There’s no logic to it. You know that.” “Just because I know it’s true doesn’t mean I have to like it.” Wisely, she didn’t answer that. I took a few deep breaths. “OK, right.” I took a few more breaths. “So, they’re saying Zane killed the rogue wolf because why, exactly?” “Well, the theories vary.” “Of course they do.” “Sarah, seriously, this is what they do. You know it. The internet lives on lies.”

The one that starts at my face and works outward and has never once been only about the baby even when we were both pretending it was. "Coffee," he says. Decaf, already made. I take it. "Rosamund?" I ask. "Not yet," he says. "Forty minutes." I look at the counter. The news alert from last night has become twelve news alerts. The story picked up overnight. Human media running with "supernatural conspiracy" in the way human media runs with things that are strange enough to generate clicks without being specific enough to require verification. Our names are not in it yet.