Talk Back You're Dead Novels & Stories

"Help! Where am I? I want to go home!" I heard a woman screaming. As I crawled up from the ground, the system announcement sounded from the speakers. "Welcome, honored players. Congratulations on being selected to join the Death Game. This instance, named 'Deserted Island Amusement Park,' is rated nine stars in difficulty. Players, do your best to stay alive." As the sound of the announcement faded, the phones of the more than 20 people present lit up simultaneously, mine included.

I'd usually preferred to go wherever she was going, to her utter dismay. I never went back to the park after her death, for various reasons. "I'm going to kill you," I say to the crazy man as we make our way through the giant gates of my least favorite place on the planet. He knows this because I told him, many times. So when I stand tall with my hands folded in retaliation, he hardly looks surprised. He tricked me. He had me blindfolded and told me we were going on our best adventure yet, how could I have said no to that?

It was William, the Alpha from the Ice Plains Pack, standing behind me. His voice was filled with sorrow, "When you sent him to the Ice Plains, I knew he died painfully. But I didn’t expect... A ten-year-old cub, betrayed by his pack, mauled by lone wolves, abandoned by his father... and forced to watch himself bleed to death." Andrew's final memories were of waiting for death. Even if I had reached him in time, I wouldn’t have been able to save him because the only crystal healing chamber had been taken over by Lucas.

Like I was already floating away. Maybe this was it. Death. [System Online]

I forced back the tears, my gaze blazing with fury as I confronted him. "You think you're tough? Wondering how I survived that brutal accident? Wishing I'd just die and vanish from your life?" I sneered, recognizing the anger and frustration in his tone. "No matter how hard you try to destroy me or erase me from your life, know this: I will always come back," I declared, my voice steady and defiant. Kelvin's response was a mocking laugh, his eyes glinting with amusement. "What, like some kind of revenge or what. Oh, spare me the facade" he taunted, his voice dripping with condescension.

°° KLEIN °° It was her. Gracefully alighting from the black escalade. “A.. Azalea.’’ The word rolls off my lips in a shaky whisper, and my legs acts on their own, pushing me up from my seat. In the last four years… despite how hard I tried to convince myself she was alive, somewhere at the back of my mind still believed she was dead. That I'd lost her forever, and was now on the journey of losing my own self.

Once it told her where she could find the rest of her daughter. “In gullets,” it had said. “Building the bones of strong animals. Feeding the universe. Decaying with the leaves.” “That’s lovely,” she had told the voice in her dream, and then it wrapped around her neck like a lover’s hands and tried to strangle her. “I’m back,” she answered him now. “You ran off so quickly before that I wasn’t sure I would see you again.” Casual. Nonchalant. Simply a murderer unknowingly talking to his victim’s mother, after all. A warm sunny day in the poor district of the city.

Dear [Maximus], Surprised to hear from me, aren't you? You probably thought I was gone for good, but alas, I am alive and well. I must say, it's quite amusing to see the look on your face right now. After all, you always had such confidence in your ability to eliminate me. But as you know, I am not so easily defeated. You may have thought you had the last laugh, but I assure you, it was only temporary. I have been biding my time, waiting for the right moment to come back and remind you of your failure.

My eyes snapped open. The road was empty. My car was gone. The truck kept moving, steadily.. My breath came rough and shallow. My hands trembled against the wheel. “What the hell is happening…?” Then suddenly, “HELLO.” A voice. Neither coming from outside nor inside. A cold, mechanical voice seared into my head with the words, visuals displaying: 《SYSTEM INITIALIZED》 You are dead, Kieran. I froze. My blood went ice cold. 《SECOND CHANCE PROTOCOL ACTIVATED》

He was staring at me with wide, shocked eyes. "Maya?" he whispered. "What are you doing here?" Before I could answer, a crackling speaker came to life above us. [WELCOME TO THE SURVIVAL GAME] [Congratulations, you are all dead! But considering the greenhouse effect, hell is on recycle mode right now, so you are being sent to dead worlds, as entertainment! Please, provide the fanciest death you can, for the audience!] “What audience?!” Damian asked, but nobody, well, no dead body on the bus is in a mood to answer him.