Brokenreality Stories

This is an LMK fan fiction, from the show Lego Monkie Kid. It is also a Macaque x Reader x Wukong, so a poly relationship. If you are uncomfortable with this, please leave and do not make this about anyone, including myself. I'm just doing this for my own interest.

Static Drift - Part 4 - Before the Static Core What if you weren't meant to survive the drift - but complete it? Micah has walked through memory, identity, and time itself. Now, he descends into the heart of everything that broke him. The Static Core isn't a place. It's a consciousness - a living truth that's been watching since the first flicker of lightning. Here, reality rewrites itself in whispers. Mirrors collapse. And every version of Micah begins to fade... except one. This is where it all began. This is where he finds out why. The final descent begins now - where love becomes a frequency, memory becomes weapon, and the only way forward is to surrender everything you think you are.

The twisted story of three friends that are sent on a new world and a new path. They have the choice of light and dark. What are they to choose? What are they to be? As they go through this so-called pulled upon the path, they are finding their reality and truths that are hidden in oblivion.

This isn't your normal multiverse story. When Evan accidentally EATS reality, everything falls apart for him and his besties, Valencia, Ella, and Thomas. Together, they brave the strangeness of random universes, perfectly broken societies, and a forgotten past. And you know what? Maybe they'll discover something more than golden poo :) trust. it'll make sense later.

Static Drift - The Folded Layer Some doors open in reverse. Micah thought he escaped. He was wrong. The drift isn't over - it's evolving. Reality has begun to collapse inward, folding memory into memory, self into self. In this final descent, he must navigate echo-worlds, haunted mirrors, and the layered lives of the versions he never became. Time bends. Identity frays. And through it all, something calls his name - a voice from before the lightning. Before the split. Before he ever questioned what was real. This is the end of the drift. Or the beginning of something even deeper. A story about memory, meaning, and the spaces between selves - where love lingers, faith fractures, and every choice could be the one that breaks the universe.

The Threshold of the Broken Sky By Neft Aurin Dreams were outlawed in 2204. By 2291, remembering a tree could get you erased. Vara-7 (just call her Vee) is a glitch in the system-sarcastic, broke, and dangerously curious. When she begins dreaming of places that no longer exist, she stumbles into a forgotten conspiracy buried beneath neon towers and corporate lies. Hunted by the Matrix Mother and haunted by a tree that shouldn't be real, Vee must decide whether to chase the truth beyond the Threshold... or let reality update her out of existence. Armed with a katana of energy, unresolved trauma, and questionable fashion choices, she dives into a world of rogue AIs, memory chefs, and a WiFi-enabled rat named Chepe (who may or may not be high on glitch dust). Reality is broken. The sky is cracked. And someone is dreaming us all.

I have been writing these short stories from a very long time.I hope you guys like it these short stories are a work of my imagination.

A Madness Combat Fan-Fiction. [ idea born on madness day lol ]

In a world where shadows breathe and sanity fades, a man awakens to the curse of his own rebellion. He is haunted by whispers that call his name, by echoes of memories he never lived, and by reflections that want to consume him. As reality fractures and madness takes form, he must face the darkest version of himself - the one that hungers to be free. Between the lost light and the devouring void begins a descent into the unknown... A journey of madness, identity, and rebirth. The Rebel's Curse: Awakening - where the mind becomes the battlefield, and the soul pays the price. #TheRebelsCurse #DarkFantasy #PsychologicalThriller #SupernaturalHorror #MindAndMadness

random scenarios/oneshots that i made for fun. > may contain matured scenes. > pls look out for trigger warnings at the start of each part. > may contain: angst, fluff, spice and etc. > lowercase, mostly. > not edited. meaning, there will be errors in spelling and grammar. [ currently not taking requests ] [ © 2022 by rinamishi ]

The night he died shattered me. I've been living in pieces ever since. So why is he here ALIVE Walking the halls like he never left? Elara Hayes has been haunted by one memory: the wooden boards under their feet at the old town bridge, the shock in Asher's eyes as he slipped, and the silence that swallowed everything after. As she forces herself to move on, and the world seems to have settled back into its rhythm, the impossible happens: He's alive. Breathing. Laughing. Walking the school halls like he never left. Suddenly everyone else remembers a different version of reality. A summer where Asher never died. Everyone except Elara. She remembers the fall, the sirens, his hand letting go of hers. She remember the funeral, the spiral of grief, the empty desk. But the boy standing in front of her isn't exactly the Asher she loved. His memories don't match. His smile is familiar but wrong. And sometimes...his reflection glitches. As Elara is pulled back toward the bridge that broke her life in two, she begins to unravel a truth no one else can feel: Love doesn't always stay in one reality. And some boys don't stay dead. A haunting romance, slow burn supernatural mystery about second chances, parallel timelines, and the terrifying beauty of what happens when the past refuses to stay buried. Perfect for fan of the Butterfly Effect, Lauren Oliver, Alice Oseman, The Summer I Turned Pretty and anyone who loves tragic boys, cosmic girls, and timelines that don't behave.

"The skies were the clearest I'd ever seen them, the first time I saw a person die. As far as I remember, the world has always seemed more vivid whenever something terrible occurred. I used to think it was some kind of terrible irony; that the world just had to try to balance out that overpowering, lingering presence of blood: the one that never went away anyway. But now I think it is more simple. I always recall the pretty things those days, because I tried so hard to focus on them instead of the main event. I guess I was just too much of a coward to face the truth. I always remember everything more clearly, because those times that scared me deepest, are also the times that I can never forget. Some people say that when you've been exposed to the worst of things so many times, you become desensitised, and it no longer affects you so much. However, I still see the same pain in my siblings' eyes, when they try to hide the horror behind yet another white lie. I guess they think keeping me in the dark is a sanctuary, and I'll keep up the act of ignorance as long as it eases their minds. But the impact of these things never really goes away. After all, pain will always remain painful, just as fear will never stop making me afraid. To be honest, I don't think I'll ever get used to sadness. And I'll certainly never get used to death..." -Kairan . . . (This will actually be predominantly in 3rd person, just 1st for thoughts.) Warning: This story may include violent themes and both physical and psychological suffering/pain. I am not originally going to rate this piece as "mature" because I am a child myself, and am also uncertain towards it's status. Please warn me if you think I should rate it as mature.

Joel desperta num mundo familiar, mas onde nada parece encaixar - nem mesmo as pessoas que deveriam conhecê-lo. Quando uma estranha chamada Clementine desperta lembranças que ele não deveria ter, Joel percebe que há algo profundamente errado com a sua própria realidade. Enquanto tenta entender o que está acontecendo, ele se vê preso entre versões conflitantes da verdade. (Multiversos de Mim)