Insanity Vocaloid Novels & Stories

“Uh… you okay?” “Okay?” I repeated aloud, louder than I intended. “Yeah. Totally okay. Fine. Fine. Not fine. Great. Terrific. Absolutely fine.” Why do I even talk to myself? I sound insane. Wait… I am insane. Totally insane. Lord Jesus. He raised an eyebrow. “Right. Sure. Totally normal, Isla. You always talk to yourself when you’re sane.” I huffed. “Shut up, Rico.”

"Standard brute force isn't working. I need to overload their sensory processors. I need to confuse the AI." "How?" "Audio injection!" Hailey’s fingers flew across the keys. "I’m hijacking their tactical comms channel. Broadcasting... now!" Ben braced himself, expecting white noise or a high-frequency screech. Instead, the Snow-Cat’s speakers—and the speakers inside the enemy mech—blasted music at maximum volume. But it wasn't rock. It wasn't techno. It was a trap-remix of the Great Compassion Mantra, with a heavy bass drop.

Randy Noah Ximas continued again with his insulting as well as intimidating laughter. “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up your shit and ass hole mouth, Randy Noah Ximas!” screamed Virando at the top of his tenor as well as eight-octave voice tune, at the peak of his anger, devastation, sorrow, as well as frustration at the same time.

They are great artist very hands on and professional. "Ok great work every one thank you for the hard work" I shouted and the staff got ready, for the pack up. "Hey Belle" Celine called me. The Vocalist of Nefarious and Tagan’s Wife. "Hey Celine that was a great job, your voice is still really nice even though you gave birth" I said and we gave each another a peck on the cheeks.

The voice said laughing with evil intent. "I don't want to indulge you but if you are that needy for my attention and words I could serve you a little something but first things first honey drop the fucking evil laughter thingy, it's so eighties and that shit ain't scary no more but the whole anonymous voice changer and secret identify, yeah that's a real hundred, got to give you that, real mature of you," Rachel clapped back annoyed that the random fucker thinks they could get her backed in a corner like a fucking wimp, she was better than that.

my voice was a broken whisper, a desperate plea for the monster I knew. "I can hear your thoughts before you speak them, Ivy," he said. The voice was the most haunting part—a crystalline, melodic blend of his baritone and my own soprano. It was a singular, perfect frequency. "The 'Sync' didn't just merge our data. It merged our marrow. There is no 'Dante' left to answer you. And there is no 'Ivy' left to hide."

Shut up. Running ? #Unfulfilled love #SabihaMoyuri

' I hear the voice say again. "Then why deal with me at all? Why am I hearing you and then talking to myself like I'm going insane?" 'You are not going insane. If I had a choice, do you think I would be here?' the voice responded with the same annoying tone that it has. It was clear that it was a she due to the tone and the naggy attitude the voice portrays. 'I'm here because I was assigned to you. More like a bond that can only be broken when you die.'

Aunt Kay says. “Oh great,” I murmur. Instantly, Iniko’s smile fades. “Are you unhappy that you’re mated to me?” I don’t need a dragon’s advance hearing or animal instincts or to hear the hurt in his tone. “No, it’s not that,” I begin, reaching out to touch his arm. I clench my teeth shut as my stupid dragon tries to purr again. “Let me guess, your dragon is very happy that you’ve found your mate, and is trying to vocalize that but you’re not quite there yet. Is that about right?” Avani asks.

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################