All Chapters of Prince Of Mind Hallucinations: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
11 chapters
Chapter 1: Grime, Gatherings, and a Mini Apocalypse
The bathroom mirror never lied, and this morning, it was being an absolute dick.Raditya stared at his reflection with dead eyes. His hair was a greasy mop despite the fact that he'd just washed it, a ripe pimple sat on his forehead like a volcano ready to blow, and his thick-rimmed glasses kept sliding down the bridge of his oily nose."Grungy," he muttered to himself.The mildewy smell of the leaky bathroom wasn't doing his self-esteem any favors, either."Raditya! Hurry up! Stop making out with the showerhead and get ready!" his mom shrieked from the kitchen. Her voice pierced right through the rotting wood of the door.He sighed, grabbing his backpack by the straps that had been stitched back together one too many times. Surviving as a bottom-tier loser at Liberty High wasn't exactly the American Dream, but he’d played the role flawlessly for the last two years. As far as he was concerned, being "invisible" was the best defense mechanism a guy could ask for.The football field at
Chapter 2: Between Waking and a Weird Dream
The harsh, sterile stench of rubbing alcohol and cheap hand sanitizer was the first thing to assault Raditya’s senses. It was closely followed by the ticking of the wall clock, which currently sounded ten times louder than normal. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Every second felt like a tiny sledgehammer slamming against the inside of his throbbing skull.He tried to twitch his fingertips. Ice cold. It felt like he’d just been pulled out of a meat freezer. But beneath that biting cold was an intense, slow-crawling heat, moving just beneath his skin like liquid magma. His body felt weirdly restricted, like the ratty clothes he’d put on that morning had suddenly shrunk three sizes.Oh, great. If this kid croaks on my watch, the district is gonna have my license, a woman’s voice whispered right next to him. The tone was anxious, but laced with a heavy dose of annoyance.Raditya recognized the voice. Nurse Davis. She was notorious for playing Candy Crush on her desktop rather than actually treati
Chapter 3: Mirrors, Minds, and the First Bout of Madness
The mirror above the sink in the nurse's office was smudged and water-stained, but to Raditya, it was a gateway into a completely different dimension. He gripped the edges of the porcelain sink until his knuckles turned white. His breathing was heavy, fogging up the glass.He pinched his cheek. It hurt. It was real. The skin that had always been bumpy and inflamed was now tight, smooth, and defined by a jawline sharp enough to cut cold butter. Raditya leaned in, staring intently at his own irises. They were deeper now, shining like obsidian dipped in gasoline."No way..." he whispered, but even his own voice sounded like a deep, resonant baritone echoing in a concert hall. It was worlds away from the squeaky, pathetic pitch of the four-eyed loser he was used to hearing."Rad, seriously, stop zoning out. You're creeping me out. You go from nearly getting fried by a lightning bolt to looking like you're posing for GQ," Ben chimed in from behind. He stepped closer, reaching out to clap R
Chapter 4: New Face, New Problems, and Blue Underwear
Raditya took a deep breath outside the door of his AP Pre-Calculus class. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, which now felt suffocatingly tight across his newly broadened chest and shoulders. The sensation of having clear skin and a jawline sharp enough to cast a shadow still felt incredibly alien, like he was walking around in a hyper-realistic Halloween costume. As soon as his hand touched the doorknob, a wave of audio—not physical sound, but psychic echoes—began seeping through the cheap wood.Holy crap, Raditya is gorgeous now, I just want to jump him. What happened to him out there? Did the lightning burn the ugly off? Whatever, he's still a nerd, just with a better casing now.Raditya scoffed under his breath. He pushed the door open. Instantly, the chaotic chatter inside the classroom died. An awkward, heavy silence fell over the room, as if someone had just hit the mute button on the universe's remote control. Dozens of eyes locked onto him. Kids who were normally busy thro
Chapter 5: A First Target
The cafeteria at Liberty High during second lunch was a manifestation of an audio nightmare. The greasy smell of synthetic pepperoni pizza clashed aggressively with the pungent odor of locker room sweat, creating a suffocating atmosphere. To Raditya, this wasn't just a place to eat anymore; it was a frequency minefield. Ever since that lightning bolt rewired his neural pathways, he felt like a broken radio receiver, picking up every single signal without a way to tune the static out.He took a deep breath, letting the air fill lungs that now felt much more expansive beneath his tight t-shirt. With his jaw set and his strides intentionally confident, he parted the crowd.Instantly, the psychic waves began crashing into him like a barrage of push notifications firing off all at once.Holy crap, is that Raditya? He's walking like he's on a runway!He used to look like mold on a wall, how did he turn into a literal diamond? I gotta know what kind of black magic he's using.Oh my god, his
Chapter 6 The Genius's Secret
The smell of damp old paper and lingering floor disinfectant was Raditya's last line of defense. He stepped inside the Merdeka High School Library hoping for one thing: silence. To him, after the canteen drama that left his brain feeling baked by the collective lust of the entire student body, the library was supposed to be a sanctuary. A temple of quiet where his brain frequency could rest.But Raditya quickly realized that "silence" was the biggest lie on earth. Physically, the library was indeed as quiet as a hero’s grave at midnight, but telepathically, this place was a low-frequency battlefield, sharper and more dangerous.Bu Lia, the chubby librarian with glasses tethered by a chain around her neck, sat behind the circulation desk. Her mouth was busy chewing gum slowly, but her inner voice screamed something completely contradictory to her placid face.Damn it, whose armpit smell is this? Can't these snot-nosed brats go one day without making the library carpet stink even more?
Chapter 7: A Total Telepathic Failure
The smell of warm, freshly printed photocopies and the sharp chemical stench of dry-erase markers filled the AP Physics classroom. Mr. Vance, a teacher infamous for having a zero-tolerance policy for basically everything, stood at the front of the room with his arms crossed. The eyes behind his thick prescription lenses swept over the room like a predator drone’s camera."You have exactly sixty minutes," Mr. Vance’s voice boomed, making the already terrified students shrink even further into their plastic chairs. "Absolute silence. No sharing calculators, no borrowing erasers. If I see anyone's eyes wander even a millimeter toward their neighbor's desk, I will rip your test into shreds right in front of your face. Understood?!"Raditya stared down at the test packet on his desk. The equations for simple harmonic motion and linear momentum danced across the white paper, looking like a swarm of insects speaking a language he couldn't decipher. A day ago, he would have just accepted his
Chapter 8: Sudden Popularity and Devious Minds
The second-floor corridor of Liberty High felt like a personal catwalk that afternoon. Every heavy, confident step Raditya took in his boots sent ripples through the crowded hallway. He didn't need to keep his head down or pretend to be deeply engrossed in his phone to avoid getting shoved anymore. Instead, he had become the school's new center of gravity."Oh my god, is that really Raditya?! No way!" whispered a sophomore girl, nearly walking face-first into a bank of lockers because she was too busy staring at his razor-sharp jawline."He's ridiculously hot. I swear, I’d gladly stick a fork in a toaster right now if it meant I'd wake up looking like that," her friend replied, not even blinking.Raditya kept his expression perfectly neutral, but inside, his skull felt like it was going to crack open. His physical transformation was a miracle, but his "psychic hearing" was a bottomless pit of hell. The mental signals from across the corridor battered him without mercy.Damn, his ass l
Chapter 9: A Small Act of Courage in the Cafeteria
The cafeteria at Liberty High during second lunch was an audio hellscape. The smell of lukewarm chili, the grease from the deep fryer, and the sweat of hundreds of teenagers collided to create a suffocating atmosphere. To Raditya, this wasn't just a dining hall; it was a frequency minefield. Ever since the lightning bolt rewired his neural structure, he felt like a radio with a busted antenna; picking up every signal with no way to turn it off.He picked a table in the farthest corner near a broken vending machine, hoping his telepathic range wouldn't catch too much emotional garbage. He just wanted to eat his soggy chicken nuggets without knowing who was cheating on who, or who forgot to wear underwear today. But his new looks made him a magnet. His brain's radar vibrated violently as a group of sophomore girls walked past him.Holy crap, his jawline is so sexy. I just want to lick from his ear all the way down his neck, whispered the internal voice of a girl who looked completely in
Chapter 10: A Mysterious Figure in the Corner of Campus
Raditya walked with a slight limp, not because his legs hurt, but because his brain felt like it had just been soaked in a vat of boiling battery acid. The chaotic aftermath of the cafeteria incident left a parasitic ringing in his skull. Every whisper, every suppressed urge, and every petty grudge he had intercepted was still spinning like a broken record in his mind. Becoming ridiculously hot was a blessing, but being a walking receiver for other people's thoughts was a curse that was driving him to the absolute brink of insanity.He needed silence. He needed a dead zone where this cursed "thought-radio" would stop broadcasting everyone's filthy frequencies.Raditya steered himself toward the back of the old Biology greenhouses. It was Liberty High's ultimate blind spot. There was nothing back there but a row of overgrown oak trees, an old sports equipment shed that rarely got unlocked, and a high brick wall covered in thick ivy. There, in a corner nearly forgotten by the daily high