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!"

Learning. It's the methodical patience that unnerves me most. These aren't mindless predators rushing to attack. They're calculating, strategic. Gathering information with each interaction, each encounter. "Central team reporting visual anomaly at two o'clock position," Finley's voice comes through the channel, tension evident beneath her controlled tone. "Appears to be a mimicry attempt, but imperfect. Maintaining distance." "Details?" I request immediately, Storm surging with protective urgency. "Humanoid figure, wearing what appears to be Forest Trails colors," she describes. "But proportions are wrong—limbs too long, movements mechanical. Silver test protocols in effect."

“You’re a shabti!” It rolled its eyes and groaned annoyingly, “I’m not clay. I’m a figurine! And I’m not from Egypt!” I roll my eyes at it. “Figurines are made of clay.” It was silent for a while that I think it was back to being a normal figurine, but I spoke again. “What part of 'I'm made from the best redwood tree’, do you not understand stupid human?” I opened my mouth to retaliate but closed it instantly. I came up short of an answer at all as I realized that I was indeed stupid for saying it was clay. It shrugged its wings and flew over back to the counter.

"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.

"I'm going to d******d you. All of you. Back into your body." "I'm broken," she wept digital tears. "I'm scattered." "I'm a puzzle solver," Alex smiled. He touched her forehead. [ COMMAND: DEFRAG SOUL ] [ STATUS: REBUILDING... ] In the Real World. "Alex is seizing," Mia held her brother’s shaking shoulders. "His nose is bleeding." "The system is fighting him," Aurora said, sensing the energy spikes. Suddenly, the red lights in the facility turned on. Woooop. Woooop. [ INTRUDER ALERT ]