Figment Novels & Stories

Found them listed as NPC_CIVILIAN_TIER_2. Not real. Never real. Whitney saw it and something broke behind her eyes. "This is too much," Fabian said, standing abruptly. "You're telling me my nephew, the boy I spent weeks trying to save, might not even be real?" I checked Reginald's designation again. PLAYER_SECONDARY. Real. "He's real," I said. "He's a player. That's probably why you formed such a strong attachment, the game recognized the connection between two real people."

I didn't die, so I need to stop blubbering like a ninny and start paying attention to the most amazing thing to happen to me ever. "Greetings, Penny. My name is Reg'iantros Vel Veratu, but you may call me Reg," he said with a brilliantly white smile. She was relieved to see his shiny choppers didn't include razor-sharp points or extended canines. Fingers crossed, this means he didn't snatch me for dinner.

] She responded, trying to calm me down. I looked at the picture again. And who was this Axis Ford Averion? Is he some kind of guy who wants to ruin my life? "I can't relax right now Aishi! You know that!" I annoyingly hissed. [Wait... Oh my God! This can't be!] "Hey, what's happening?" I curiously asked. [This was more shocking than what I thought.] I could hear her talking to herself alone. Curiosity is killing me already. What is really going on?

I gulped my saliva down, my eyes still glued to him. "It's not a dramatic dialogue. Our worlds are actually different because I, Fiama Henry Case isn't a human being"

I was certain that I was only hallucinating due to my hangover and because I was really tired. The dude can't be real. I closed my eyes, opened them, and rubbed them with my hands but he was still there with an annoying smirk on his face like he was laughing at an inside joke. I decided to speak up, "Err, hi?" "You done eye-fucking me?" He smirked. "I wasn't eye-fucking you. Just felt you looked familiar." "Oh yeah?" He arched a brow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Mhm, my angel?" I grinned feeling dizzy because this couldn't be real so I played along.

Have you got any juice today? I don’t know why I feel happy receiving his chat. I think for a while and reply to him. I got one. Alright, see you at the hospital I realized this is the worst appearance that I can give to my friend that will accompany me. Should I use some tint so I do not look so pale? How I wish I could take a bath though. So yeah maybe using tint is not a bad idea. I looked at my reflection in this tiny mirror, I look awful. The nurse didn’t help me to clean myself, they just provided me warm water, and how could I wipe my body with my hand being infused? Arthur will take a bit longer. Maybe I could change my shirts, even though my hair will not in its best smell. Arthur,

I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.

His obsidian skin deflected Aris's pulse shots, and the single violet eye in his forehead glowed with an ancient, malevolent intelligence. "He’s not an Update," Jade gasped, her voice echoing with that unsettling harmonic overlay. She was channeling the digital noise of the Prototype in the vault, turning the cacophony into a strategic advantage. "He’s a fragment. A piece of Julian’s original consciousness, embedded in a biological weapon."

“It didn’t smell like any shifter we’d find in this country. And it wasn’t a purely animal smell and. It definitely wasn’t human.” I narrow my eyes slightly and tilt my head, looking at Cayden. “Not a shifter. Not an animal and not a human? What the hell else is there?” Chapter 2 coming soon

“That is not the Benefactor. No, the Benefactor is a fabrication, a convenience, a mask used for intragalactic communications and negotiations. The Benefactor is not a real entity. “The entity seated in front of you is the Engineer, and I am merely his Administrator. I act in his stead.” “So… you’re the Benefactor?” Freya asked with hesitation. “I play that role, correct. As noted, in the Engineer’s stead. I am sure you can note, he is unable to act on his own accord. His physical body long since extinguished. Not merely centuries, but for millennia.” Freya glanced back over to the corpse. She tried to comprehend how many thousands of years it sat there, doing nothing. Then she attempted to