Inanimate Insanity Mepad Novels & Stories

She rubbed at her eyes and when she looked again it was back to normal. “Okay, I’m going crazy, what the heck!” She exclaimed slapping a hand over her face, she decided to look for the sleeping medication her mum usually used when she had insomnia. She scattered through the kitchen cabinets hoping to get a glance of it, nothing. She sighed extremely frustrated by the situation with her hands still in one of the cupboards with her head turned towards the floor. She was tired, exhausted and now showing signs of psychosis, she felt like crying. When she finally collected herself enough she looked up, her hands looked translucent again, she retracted her hands with a speed that would put flash t

When he’s done, he left the room, all without a second glance at the poor creature strapped to the table. He flicked the light switch on his way out, and the video went dark, too dark for us to see anything else. We all sat there in silence, staring at the blank TV screen while we processed what we just witnessed. We already knew that Dr. Melendez was a monster, he basically admitted it proudly to us, but we had no idea the depths of his madness. And these were just the first two discs on the stack. What horrors lie further down? “Do we even bother to keep watching?” I asked, feeling sick to my stomach. “I don’t think we need to see any more of his disgusting experiments.”

He swiped the screen, the blue light reflecting off his pale skin. "Routing numbers require a mind that can hold a sequence, Leo." He flipped the tablet around and pressed it against the glass. The video was graining, shot from a high-angle security feed in a psychiatric ward three counties over. In the frame, a man who looked like a hollowed-out version of Ignatius was sitting in a padded corner. He was rocking back and forth. His hands were bandaged, thick white gauze covering the fingers he’d used to claw at the vents.

"I... AM... NOT... A... MACHINE!" The force of the strike sent a vibration through the entire temple. But the "Medea Protocol" was not so easily defeated. As Jinyan defied the internal command, a series of small, subcutaneous devices along his spine—the physical anchors of the "Correction"—began to glow with a sickly, blue light. "The fail-safe," Jian whispered, his eyes widening. "He’s overloading the neural bridge." Jinyan fell to his knees, blood beginning to leak from his ears and nose. He looked at Panni, his eyes now entirely brown, clear and filled with an agonizing love.

A patient was doing sit-ups on the floor by the doorway of the room. Her hand slipped, and she nearly missed his head, which almost hit the ground. The patient froze, then looked up. Madison smiled. "Look at them. Everyone here is striving to be the sickest patient!" The middle-aged fitness enthusiast, who had been admitted for schizophrenia, was rendered speechless. Madison moved through the building. More patients were out wandering freely. She kept her umbrella open, using it to deftly fend off anything thrown at her while chatting with Greta.

me" up. The technicians tried to hold her back, but she seemed to have gone mad, shoving them away with unexpected strength. Then, as if a sudden thought struck her, Mom lunged for the control tablet. "Yes, that's it! A restart! Once I reboot the system, she'll be back to normal!" As she frantically tapped across the screen, sweat trickled down her forehead, smudging the makeup she had so carefully put on. "Unable to locate self file," a mechanical voice droned from the control panel. "The host consciousness has been erased." Mom was taken aback. "Erased? That's impossible! She was perfectly fine just a moment ago! She wouldn't leave me like this. She wouldn't!"

The Master AI blinked, projecting a small hologram. << DETECTION: ZOMBI FOOD VLOGGER BOSS DETECTED INSIDE THE OMEGA FIT RUINS. STATUS: 'ACUTE CONTENT DEPRESSION'. >> << POSSIBILITY: HE MAY BE AGGRESSIVE IF HE BECOMES AWARE OF THE PRESENCE OF INDOMIE. >> "Acute content depression?" Bima gasped. "Damn, he really is obsessed." "Okay," Bima took a deep breath. "We have to approach him carefully."

This is your goddess of purity. ‘What a blind man you are.’ Madeline could not help but raise her arms over her ears in disgust when she heard Meredith moan. When her hands were hovering over her ears, Madeline was shocked to find a rat dash by her feet. Startled, Madeline instinctively moved out of the way only to fall onto the ground as her legs cramped up due to squatting for a long period of time. The cardboard boxes beside her fell with. All lewd sounds came to a halt at the same time as several pairs of eyes stared into the small room.

I got up to stretch tiredly and headed to the kitchen to get Marin and myself a beer. With the way things were going, there seemed to be no way to get her out of our lives for good. When I came back to the living room, two bottles of beer in hand, I noticed Marin smiling crazily like a cat that had swallowed the canary. “Have you found something?” I asked, my tone suddenly hopeful. “I may or may not, depending on how you answer this question.” “Okayy?” “You have been saying that the woman, Madeline, seems to have a mental incapacity of some sorts. How accurately can you confirm this?”

His sense of direction was no longer working even when he knew the set-up of the booth at the back of his head. When they finally got into a specific room, Sane knew that that room was the scariest of them all. There were body bags that were hung on the ceilings, and there was even a realistic stench that was lingering in the air, as if there were really some decaying bodies inside those body bags. The bags even seemed to wrap themselves around his face even when he was already trying so hard not to touch them. A slow-flickering strobe light hung from the ceiling. It seemed to only turn on once per second, and everything went black in between. When the lights turned on once again, there were