Figment Novels & Stories

The screams and murmurs still continued, two teachers had to come into the cafeteria to caution everyone. "Who is he?." I inquire immediately I and Suzy went back to our seat. "His name is Negan Carter." She says with a huge grin on. "Oh, ok." "He came to this school last week, every girls in this school haven't been themselves ever since then." "Really?." "Yeah. He is cute, isn't he?." Suzy says with her palms on her cheeks obviously daydreaming. "Yeah he is." I replied and glance at him. He's seated alone eating his meal, gosh I love the way his lips are moving.

I screamed while standing up from my bed. I heard my mom laugh at me before I got into the bathroom. Ouch! I forgot to introduce myself It's your girl Lucy Edwin and I am a normal tennegar. Something weird about me is that I can't remember my childhood my parents Said I lost my memory when I was little but I know that there is another story behind what they told me. I don't like bringing it up because the last time I tried, my mom was very angry and since then I became silent over the issue.

A portfolio that has every details he need for this journey of revenge. It was a color black leather type forlder with some plastic pocket inside, where he entered pieces of paper with printed information, some aren't that detailed, but most of iut even have a picture of the woman, either naked or half. He closes his eyes and runs his fingers through the paper then he chants 'Mirror-mirror on the wall, who's the finest of them all?' as soon as his chant finish, the movement of his fingers stops. He opens his eyes to check on the name.

If I could, I didn't wish he was my and Xavier's son instead of May. Anyways, what about Ruth's baby? I didn't even see her in the mansion. "Wooo ew?" He called me in his cute voice bringing my attention once again to him. "I'm your friend?" I blurt, not knowing what else to say. "Ew mie fan?" he stares at me with a shine of hope in his eyes. An involuntary smile takes over my face. "Yes," "I em Jamets," He said with a wave. "N I too," He added, showing his three fingers.

“Okay… I officially don’t understand what I’m looking at anymore.” Kael didn’t look away. “You’re looking at parallel cognition architecture.” Raven frowned. “In English?” Kael answered. “It thinks in multiple valid realities at once.” --- The figure appeared again at the edge of the chamber, observing the structure without interruption. Raven finally turned to it. “You planned this.” The figure didn’t deny it. “It was enabled.” Lucian scoffed. “That’s a convenient way to avoid responsibility.” The figure’s gaze remained steady. “It is also accurate.”

I looked at her grey eyes. And then, I saw the **Logo**. It wasn't on her coat. It wasn't on her skin. It was in her **Eyes**. Deep in the center of her pupils, two tiny, blue "A"s were flickering. "You're not real," I whispered. Kaima-Zero froze. Her smile faltered. "What? Of course I’m real. I told you, I’m the first—" "You're not an 'Older Kaima,'" I said, my voice growing stronger. "You're a **Holographic Admin**. You're the 'Ultimate Customer Support' program! You're just another 'Julian' with a different skin!"

“Silly me.” ”Are you a gargoyle?” I asked stupidly. It snapped its beaked angrily at me and I squeaked as I walked away as far as possible from the angry little figurine owl. “Don’t you dare compare me to those ugly gray beasts!” it flew towards the near table across from where I was, flawlessly and silently. “I, stupid human, am a beautiful figurine made from the best and biggest redwood tree.” I racked my brain for the term of a magical figurine that moves. I snap my fingers, pointing at it. “You’re a shabti!”

Surely, it’s safe to stop and look. They’re quite red. First degree, I think. Well, they’re not black. And that’s as bad as it gets. It looks like when a cartoon character hits their thumb with a hammer, only it’s on the tips of both my feet. How silly. Oh, well I can still wriggle my toes. And feel it a little. Wow. I really am a cartoon. Will I have freakishly big breasts? I wouldn’t mind looking like Elastigirl. If I had to pick anyone.

He expected that reaction already from Aiden but still Chairman Alberto was a little bit disappointed. "I will create my own humanoid robot and I will call it as Francis 1.0. I'll make you proud, Chairman. I'll promise that." said Aiden in his mind.

"But you forgot one thing. I’m not the 'Bridge' anymore. I’m the End-User." The Synthesizer let out a blinding flash of violet-amber light, and when it faded, a single, towering figure stood in the center of the sector—a creature of obsidian bone, silver fur, and human eyes, carrying a stick made of Pure Deletion.