Inanimate Insanity Experiment 21 Novels & Stories

he replied to Psyche then he pointed at me and glared at me. "Seffner is the one who hid those two Kylo, ​​don't be pathetic." Eirene said to him and Kylo just looked at her. I'm now looking at Rey because he's very serious about watching the video that's playing in my laptop. "Why are other people involved here, I'll still watch over you Arkwright." He said to me while angry then suddenly he looked at the video even though we suddenly heard shouting. "Why did you use yourself son in your experiment?! you're crazy!" Screamed the woman in the video and furiously destroyed Daemon's equipment in his laboratory. I saw how Daemon could hold his head like crazy worrying about his tools, sad expres

Lorren crossed her legs as she examined her manicured nails. "Still on the coke episode... Payne went on full psycho beast mode when I reported back to him like the loyal dog I am," he air-quoted loyal dog. "Bloodshot eyes, check. Evil laugher, check. Self-harm, check. Blood, check..." "Ewww, looks like he has serious issues that are not us." Lucrecia cut in. "Are we having a meeting without me?" Ajax walked into the room, alongside Owen and Lohan. "Not necessarily if you call it that. Collins was just telling us how Payne had an episode."

With that, she walked out leaving the 15 years old boy battling with the insane and sane parts of his mind. He slowly closed his eyes and that time he let the strongest part of his mind win. That night, His sanity got defeated by the insane part of his mind. Day turned to night and she again entered the basement and this time she looked like she was in hurry. She brought out a knife and sighed heavily.

Cain turned to Jack, his face twisting into a mask of pure, unadulterated hatred. "And then," Cain hissed, "the connection would cut. And I would wake up in the tank. In the dark. With tubes down my throat and needles in my spine. I would feel the cold glass against my skin, while you slept in silk sheets." The hallway suddenly exploded. The marble floor shattered, replaced by a metal grating. The walls became glass tanks, row upon row of them. Inside the tanks were failed experiments. Twisted lumps of flesh. Things with too many eyes. Things with no mouths.

This is deeply inconvenient. I finally find two perfect, obedient test subjects, primed for my little experiment. And right before I can run it, they both lose their minds. Worse, they’re trying to kill each other. No. They can’t be allowed to stay insane. Who else is going to blow this godforsaken island to hell for me? That’s clearly a high-risk operation. I’m not doing it myself. I watch from a safe distance as Marcus and Spark tear into each other. They’ve forgotten who the other is. In their warped realities, they’re fighting for survival against a monster.

Several of the pale figures screamed, collapsing fully onto the platform while clutching their heads in agony. Ava gasped sharply as a fresh wave of pain exploded through her own skull. The connection surged harder than it ever had before, breaking down her mental barriers. Images slammed into her mind uncontrollably, a rapid-fire assault of another person's history. *A boy left entirely alone in absolute darkness for years.* *Doctors injecting glowing, experimental chemicals directly into his spine.* *Children being dragged screaming into observation rooms, only to drop dead.* *Cain sitting silently in a white room while the guards around him tore each other apart with their bare hands unde

It asked for more subjects, not for testing but for company. The researchers believed their glass cage kept it contained. They didn’t know that when you build a thing conscious from the broken pieces of other people, you also build its hunger. It hated silence. It had been listening for years, patient, waiting. At 3:12 a.m. the servers began to skip. A low tone rolled through the containment chamber like a deep electronic sigh. One of the mirrors cracked — not shattered, just a spiderweb fissure blooming outward from the center, the glass pulsing softly like a heartbeat.

I watched through the glass. "Injecting the final batch," Doc announced, throwing a heavy master switch on the main console. Above us, through the observation windows, the automated pneumatic needles hissed into the necks of the twelve test subjects. Vane stepped closer to the glass, a look of triumphant arrogance radiating from his shoulders. "Watch closely, gentlemen," Vane murmured. "History is being rewritten." For thirty seconds, there was nothing but the rhythmic digital ticking of the monitors. Then, the facility exploded into absolute chaos.

From the most failure to a successful one, from lowest to highest known as ‘shibais,’ ‘ranker,’ and a ‘high ranker. Like a broken glass shattered, Aoi Akuma breaks the silence between them standing inside of an elevator going upward, “I can’t count how many times we have undergone a test like we are some guinea pigs. Surviving many times. I even lost counts how many days we stayed here or if it is possible to go out.” Without a trace of hesitation, Crimson Blade enunciated, “ 322 times of experiments in 97 days of staying. In a year and a half, we can surely get out of this tormenting place.”

Blood clouded my vision, and sharp pain stabbed my head. Elias had a gash on his forehead, blood streaming down in a steady flow, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, straining to lift me up. In a daze, the scene felt strangely familiar. At that moment, the comments exploded. 'Whoa, everyone! Isn't this the scene from when the male and female leads died in their past life? Could it be that they're regaining their memories?'