Horrified Reaction Meme Novels & Stories

His neck turned so rapidly that it made a grinding noise. ~Crunch~ If this had happened to a normal human, he might be dead by now. The entire crowd gasped at this. They all were trying to process the situation. Confusion and shock were visible on their faces. However, most of them had a prideful expression. ”W…” ”Who… is he?” ”Is he for real!” ”He just kicked a Yaksha in the face!” ”You can’t be serious...” ”Black… Armor... Wait a second!”

Absolute, undeniable shock. His eyes widen, his jaw slackens almost imperceptibly. He looks at me, then back at the documents, his gaze darting between the two. His earlier composure crumbles, replaced by an expression of pure, unadulterated astonishment. For a split second, I glimpse a raw vulnerability in his eyes, a flicker of something similar to fear, quickly masked. Then, the shock dissipates, replaced by a slow, spreading grin. It starts small, a twitch at the corner of his mouth, then stretches wider, revealing perfectly aligned teeth. It’s a terrifying grin, devoid of warmth, full of triumph, and something sinister.

"I-I hate you!" "How about a cup of shut the f up?" "I am amazing!" "You are like a bag of pampers. Self absorbent and full of shit." Take that. "Go fuck yourself." "I would say the same, but I am pretty sure you would be disappointed." "You-you are retarded." "Sorry, I have a phobia, where I get scared of ugliness." "You have no morals!" "Says the one whose only culture is bacteria." Then from the crowd someone shouted, "Burn bïtch."

His face twists into something worse than anger. My heart clenches as I continue to watch his reaction. The horror in his eyes tells me everything I need to know. He’s not just horrified; he’s downright disgusted. “That’s not true,” he spits, his voice sharp with denial. “That’s not fucking true.” “It is.” He just stands there, frozen. I can almost see the wheels turning in his mind, grasping for excuses, reaching for anything that’ll make this not real. Anything he can use to get out of this.

My hands clench, then splay, desperate for any anchor. The crowd’s reaction is delayed—shock is always slow in a pack. Then it hits, a collective flinch, a hiss of breath sharp as silver. Some faces twist with disgust, a few with something like pity, but most are just blank. They’d rather see a clean execution than this.

Mentions, messages, tags. My stomach tightened as I opened one. It was a meme caricature of my old picture. There was a poop emoji on top of my head, my brown eyes were replaced with a red laser, and a boldly written text on the picture said ‘SLUT’. I groaned and locked my phone immediately. But it was too late. I’d already seen it. Another buzz. Then another. Curiosity got the better of me again. I saw a particular message from a private page in my DM.

I'm panicking way too much, I'm so nervous. What is his reaction? Is it a disgust? Or fear? But wait, why is it so quiet? No, did he really faint? What happened to him? He did not faint- "Bahahaha! Look at the boss' face! It's hilarious hahahaha." What? "What's with the close eyes? It's funny, hahaha!" These assholes. "She really thought there's something inside! I wanna see her reaction again. It's so cute!" I'm... I'm gonna...kill them all!

Some videos and photos of me were circulated on the internet, memes based on my face were created, and they dispersed fake stories to others. I wonder if they think more highly of themselves when they belittle others? She abruptly stopped laughing when she realized I was serious. “I’m sorry if I offended you; I simply can’t believe you think you were going to be killed here because you see the beauty of that structure? We have no intention of smearing it with bloodshed,” Freyja said.

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

“It hurts” Meme gasps dramatically, “you didn’t”! “No, I didn’t”, I told her. “But what happened was… I dunno! But it felt amazing while it was happening”. I blush at the memory. “Those marks all over you definitely say it was sinister”, she says as I look at her in confusion. I get up and head to the bathroom and gasp at my own reflection. The deep purple welts that adorn my body are so dark I can see them through the thin white tee! Meme is again laughing like a hyena at my state of shock.