Novel & Cerita Suicide Mouse

Rats, how can there be dead mice in their class, and they are still so horrible? Zhou Mi, who is reading a book, is also frightened. She is very afraid of this kind of black mouse. "Taotao, how can there be dead mice in your desk? They are terrible. You just touched them with your hands. Will there be bacteria?" Zhou Mi was scared to death, and her whole body was shaking. Sitting diagonally, Anding Ran saw this and laughed gloatingly. The dead mouse is so terrible that it will definitely scare the rural girl to death.

"Please don't make me do this, Alpha." The look on his face told me he was tired of my tears. This was merely a source of entertainment to him and that fact made me sob harder. My fingers shook as I grabbed the fork next to the plate. Next to the roasted body of my pet mouse. Tears clouded my vision as I slowly stabbed my fork into the meat. And another round of vomit crawled up my throat. The thought of someone killing and cooking Skittles made me sick to my stomach. I looked at Ares one more time and begged. "Please –"

Her solution to every fucking problem was killing. Kill this. Kill that. Kill the man you love- A sharp chirp sprung up from my cupped palms. The sound of something in pain. But when I looked down, the mouse had stopped moving. Gave a last, lingering twitch before his final breath escaped. My mother stilled in front of me. Her eyes gleamed as she took in the small, still form. "He was supposed to last another minute or so." She breathed and her gaze flicked up at me again.

explained the old man. "And the new mouse died?" asked Gail. "Yes. The mouse died from a brutal attack with severe injuries to the right side of the body." Gail looked at him suspiciously "Then you killed him for killing a new mouse?" "I killed him because he was crazy. He crashed himself into the glass case until it cracked. Somehow, the mouse seemed to have a body ten times stronger than a normal mouse. I couldn't help but kill him by force," he replied while replaying the incident in his mind.

Instead, I buried my face in my hands. “Wait! Wait!” someone yelled, and I snapped my head up. “The mouse just… twitched!” “What?” We all rushed to the cage. The mouse was convulsing, then it began to vomit strange-looking parasites—creatures that resembled a disturbing mix of worms and eels. “I… it worked?” I whispered in disbelief. “It worked!” Professor Gabby roared at the top of his lungs, and soon, we all joined him, screaming with joy as happy tears streamed down my face. One significant milestone reached.

Suzie had a big meal in front of her, and Atalanta was chewing on some bread. “You didn’t even wait!” I said, throwing my hands up in the air. “Get over yourself, Raiden. I was hungry.” Suzie replied, while the little mouse flinched once again. I walked towards her, bending over her small frame to see what she was eating. "So, what are you eating today?” “It’s just, -“ I grabbed it from her hands. “You're not eating this. Just sit tight, little mouse. I’ll get you something. We need to let the rest of the body match that ass of yours.”

“Erella, are you not sleepy yet?” Tubby, the plump little mouse, asked, rubbing his drowsy eyes as he yawned. His round belly rose and fell beneath his tiny blue vest, and his whiskers twitched sleepily. Erella turned toward him, smiling softly. The three mice—Tubby, Eddy, and Suzy—were already curled up on the edge of her bed, snuggled together under a scrap of cloth she’d sewn into a blanket. When she first woke up in this world, the sight of them had sent her into a screaming fit. She had always been terrified of rats and mice back on Earth. But these three… they weren’t ordinary.

Michael's influence wasn't just growing stronger—it was becoming the dominant voice in Griffin's internal monologue. "The simulation mice," Griffin said, his voice barely a whisper. "The thirty percent that died—did they fight the procedure? Try to resist?" Eli's expression darkened. "They tried to destroy the equipment first. Self-preservation instincts corrupted by whatever hostile code was running in their brains. They'd rather die than be cleaned."

I stopped, then let out a short, cold laugh. "It didn't die peacefully. It barely made it a year. And it died choking. I still wonder what Zoey was trying to get. All that smoke in my house, those weird rituals. Suffocating a helpless little thing." I looked straight at him. "What exactly was she praying for?" His lips shook. He tried to talk, but nothing came out. "But you were thorough," I said calmly. "You let Zoey live in the house for six months. Scrubbed everything clean. Even replaced the wallpaper." I paused. "You just forgot one thing—the hamster. And you forgot who I am. I'm a doctor."

He hasn’t complained, but he looks half dead. “We jump,” he says. My jaw drops. “What?” “We jump.” He climbs into one of the windowsills, crouches, and holds his hand out to me. I take a step back. He wants us to kill ourselves? My head shakes. “What… You… No.” The Silver Hunters’ footsteps grow louder. They’re almost to us. I don’t know what they’ll do once they reach the top of the stairs, but I’m not killing myself as a way to avoid whatever comes next. What Alec is proposing is absolutely insane.