Inanimate Insanity Episode Novels & Stories

A necessary break after that moment of delirious insanity. “That’s what I felt back then,” he said to the water. “And it was the influence of the demons, trying to push me to fight back. It didn’t matter if it implied violence, physical violence, against a girl so petite, I could knock her out with a soft slap.” He turned to the camera, raising his eyebrows. “Why, you may be wondering. The answer is so simple, it’s scary: the demons wanted her out of the picture, and me out of there, because they knew that if I stayed, they were doomed.” He breathed deep and let the air out in a long sigh, looking down for a heartbeat. “Believe me, I can’t recognize myself in this footage. But I still rememb

There was no pain in her body, but where the bandage was, there was such pain in her skin as if her skin was being pushed down with a needle so damn ruthlessly. Her skin once again twinged when she moved her left hand. Tears were continuously falling from her eyes in utter agony. She wasn't being tortured physically but her mental condition was also the same. Some of Sanam's actions had spoiled Heer's mind. Now maybe if she had stayed here even for a moment, she would have gone completely insane. He knows how to play with the mind. He is overdrive and sharp. "So you're up, babe…" she heard his casually calm voice from behind. She snapped her head towards him. He was standing near the door, h

"Host, I'm begging you. You're the only one who can save this world now." The glowing orb trembled in front of me nervously. "Jessica has gone insane and is attempting to blow up the world's core. She said that if she doesn't see you, she'll take everyone down with her." I sat in the void as I watched the flickering lines of data on the verge of collapse.

The brilliant, calculated patriarch of M-ESSENCE was nothing more than a twitching mess, his expensive suit stained with his own biological discharge, his pupils pinpricks of pure, unadulterated existential dread. Anji walked around the table, the soles of his shoes clicking softly against the hardwood. He stopped in front of the window, his silhouette dark against the neon strobe of the cityscape. His own pulse was slowing now, settling into a rhythm that felt profoundly wrong—too calm, too perfect. He had reached the terminal point of the prototype’s potential, and the silence waiting for him on the other side was deeper than anything he’d ever imagined.

A death trance. After what felt like an eternity, she stopped trying to kill herself and staggered a few feet away from me with a satisfied look on her face and a demented look still lingering in her eyes. “Why would—!” Just as I was about to question her sanity, she screamed at the top of her lungs. I winced at the sound and was about telling her to shut the fuck up when the dungeon doors burst open and Sawyer along with 4 guards burst in. Yes! Now they can drag this crazy bitch out of here.

|Ever| A hallucination of Aida's high-pitched voice claws its way out of my subconscious. "You chose your doom. I told you so." A mocking laughter follows. I shake my head, clearing it away as it echoes away into space. Sighing, I ease into my bed. It's not a big deal. Might be about the few classes I missed this month. I squeeze my eyes shut, parting my lips slightly before closing them. I can't be in much trouble than I already am anyway.

I reached for the Original Fever. I took the Sovereign-Fang—the weapon that had grown from the Hunt, the Soul, and the Design—and I didn't strike the Doctor. I Struck the Logic. I drove the blade of red-gold sinew into the "Perfect Sanity" on the tile floor. I didn't try to save my mind; I Embraced the Madness. "I AM THE ANOMALY YOU CANNOT EXCISE!" I roared, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my spirit not as a sun, but as a Tidal Wave of Raw, Un-Regulated Chaos.

"What the hell? What did she do in there? Why does it stink so badly?" Marcus frowned hard. Fighting his nausea, he switched on the greenhouse lights. My body lay curled on the ground, completely unresponsive. "What are you playing at, Bianca? Get up now!" Marcus roared. He thought I was retaliating by doing something revolting to express my dissatisfaction toward them. My soul stood right beside him. I watched as his face grew more furious at my silence and thought what a tragedy this was. Mackenzie pinched her nose and cast a look of repugnance before letting out an exaggerated scream. "Oh my god! How repulsive! Did she mess with the pesticides in here? That's so dangerous!"

science project. "You're insane," I whispered. "I am the only one who is sane," Silas replied. "The world is governed by fools. I am building a mind that can rule the Noise." The woman in the lab coat stepped toward me with a needle. "We need to begin the first nutrient infusion."

Hannah “You’re insane,” I say to the woman staring back at me in the mirror. “Utterly insane,” I add, because there’s no other way to describe it. If not insanity, how come I had a wet dream about the very man I’m supposed to be repulsed by? I release a long sigh, dropping my arms beside me, my toothbrush hanging loosely from my mouth as flashbacks of that damned dream resurfaces. In my mind's eye I see my back on my bed, legs spread far apart, and a head full of jet black hair between them. Totally unprovoked too.