Inanimate Insanity Games Novels & Stories

She led me to the car while I was hollow and unmoored. I hadn't managed a word before Andrew laid into me. "What stunt are you pulling? Did you come to my office in a hospital gown just to embarrass me? Reporters snapped photos and ran it as an entertainment piece!" He swept me from head to toe with a look of disgust and snapped, "You know I can't recognize you because of my prosopagnosia, and you still turned up looking like this?" I could only stare at him. The things I meant to say caught in my throat.

"Technically, you're in a near-death state. You only get your life back if you clear the game." "What if your Anxiety Level hits zero?" I asked. "Do you get a special reward? Like, God Mode?" The group fell into a strange silence. Then, they burst into laughter. "Hahaha! God Mode?" Marcus was laughing so hard he was crying. "Sweetheart, you think this is a video game?" "Anxiety at zero? Impossible," the guy in glasses scoffed. "Unless you're a robot or something." Ethan was frowning at me. "Ava, your player profile—"

until the room rings with laughter. I raise my glass when everyone else does, but the champagne tastes like ash in my mouth. "You okay?" a voice asks beside me. I turn to see James settling into the empty chair next to mine. His bow tie is slightly crooked now, and there's a genuine concern in his eyes that makes my chest tighten. "Not really," I admit, surprised by my own honesty. "Want to get out of here?" he asks, glancing around the crowded room. "I know a quiet bar about ten minutes away. Good music, strong drinks, no family asking when you're getting married."

Each had a number etched onto a metal tag around their necks. “What is this place?” I whispered. Mr. Everhart smiled faintly. “A demonstration,” he said. “A test of human limits. They play for freedom, or whatever’s left of it.” Before I could speak, lights dimmed and a voice echoed through hidden speakers, announcing the first “round.” On the screens beside us, their profiles flashed, names, debts, crimes, affiliations. Cameras followed their every move. The games they played weren’t childish or theatrical, they were designed to break them, tests of trust, obedience, and pain.

Nathan seethed. “Yes! And if you really love Clarrisa as you claim then tell her to do the right thing.” “And you think the right thing is your stupid delusion that you and Mark can eliminate this game? Have you for once stopped to think what could go wrong if you thread on that path? I don’t think I need to tell you that this game isn’t just an ordinary game, I mean if we don’t have control over the death of those that died as a result of breaking the rules what makes you think it’ll be much easier to eliminate a game you don’t even know how it originated. Clarissa isn’t the only one who started this game, hundreds of people have been playing it, if they couldn’t stop it then what makes you

This was it, I was convinced this was how I was going to die, holding a thousand things and chasing after Mr Emerson. It was almost comical like I was straight out of one of those movies where the comedic relief was merely some poor assistant who was trying to juggle the world, whilst the savvy no-nonsense boss was spouting a bunch of stuff they somehow needed to remember when all their brain power was focused on not tripping over their own two feet and spilling all the clutter in their arms straight onto the floor.

The room was dead silent for a moment. "That is utterly insane," Lucas breathed. "We're standing inside an invisible tower and we pilot walking tanks as a profession," Dan replied. "Our lives are insane, Lucas. This is just normal by now." "How the hell did Centrepoint get ahold of this?" Alyx demanded. Although her gaze was sharp, I knew her well enough now to recognize an uncharacteristic tinge of panic in her voice.

I said. " Then your mind must be playing games with you." She said as she dragged me out of the room. Games... That word lingered in my mind for a long time. But for the quick movement I noticed, I knew my mind wasn't lying. Someone was indeed in the room with us..... I just need to find out who. . . . Xander's P. O. V

And just like that, he led her out, his hand gripping hers too tightly, his body still thrumming with rage. Ishtiyaq’s gaze followed them until they vanished beyond the doors, his throat tight with something he couldn’t name. Sana noticed, her lips curving into a sly smile as she thought, Perfect. Now the game truly begins. Farhad, too, watched the exit, his smirk slow and deliberate. He lifted his glass of wine in mock salute. “Let’s see how long before the cracks consume them.”

Two knocked out cold. Three... yeah, three zipped up. We didn’t even know who was getting called next. Names were announced at random, like some twisted lottery where your prize was blood, pain, or your insides getting readjusted live. “That girl is a psycho,” I muttered, watching Abigail stomp her boot down to disable her opponent’s other arm while smiling like she just found a puppy. “Too wild and bloodthirsty.” Inara nodded solemnly beside me. “She scares me,” she whispered.