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there are times where she doesn’t feel the need to seek out her favoured company in this universe right away ; her streak of morbid curiosity and her natural urge that stirs in her to investigate each world she pokes her head into cannot always be denied . independent exploration is a private thing ...

tucking herself away from judging eyes and the mortifying ordeal of being known , however briefly , to take the guise of somebody else . it’s a simple series of edits to her code that manage to conceal her otherwise unmistakeable identity . though the gentle glow she exudes cannot be dulled , the rest of her defining characteristics strip away under her ministrations .

bigger , peakier eyes , lined with dark shadows , their gaze nothing short of lifelessly haunted . darker hair , straighter , limper , shorter , less flouncy from the static electricity that clings to her build like one of the leeches that plague this place . her feet are bare . the dress is dull in colour , patched all over and grubby , with all the flattering appeal of a potato sack in it’s design . her nose is longer in length and her mouth is a grim , determined line ... and the complexion of this disgusting human skin is pallid and sickly .

couldn’t look less like herself if she wanted to . she keeps her feet planted on the floor , suppressing the almost innate urge to kick off from the ground and float through each area , and instead paces softly from area to area within the boundless hellhole that is this little nightmare .

it smells like shit . the poignant odour of death , no , outright slaughter , clings to every corner of every room . an inhuman sound of intermingled disgust and horror croaks from the depths of her throat as she clambers over a cart of body bags , entombed , frail little carcasses , and leaps to snag her grip around the door handle . it swings open to reveal yet more corridors . she presses on . data swims in her head , details of the code are all but murmured into her ear as she drinks in her surroundings .

it is around here that she finds them .

roger , with his freakishly overgrown appendages , is busying himself wrapping up ... something . a very bloody , fleshy looking something . better not to confirm her suspicions , she figures , though there might not be too much harm in throwing him off his meticulous work for a while . luring him into a chase . smashing things over his great big head in the hopes it’ll shatter his thick skull . curling her fingers into him and wiping him from existence altogether in a torturous blaze of white hot agony as his code is frittered and burned and bled out of this pathetic world , why not , why NOT ,

a faint shifting at her side pulls her attention from the grotesque janitor , and glitch glances across , form tensing and bracing to make tracks under the assumption it’s something hostile . maybe a leech ... or just one of those strange little oddities that flee before her . nomes . what awaits her expectant gaze is something else entirely ; a shivering child , hugging their knees closer , cowering in a cage like an unruly animal long since beaten down into something fearful and docile .

her brows knit . her eyes dart upwards , and there are yet more of them . tear - streaked cheeks , resigned posture , and perhaps the heaviest , most forlorn silence she’s ever had the displeasure of contributing to . it’s almost suffocating , the despair they exude . revolting , sneers something within her almost instantaneously . a kneejerk reaction . pathetic . leave them to it .

but she can’t stop staring .

one of them must sense her staticky eyes boring into their hunched form so intently ; they eye her , then sit up and stick their starved fingers through the meagre spaces in the bars . they don’t say a word . can’t say a word , she assumes , on account of that blind bastard flapping his ears only a few feet away . but a cry for help , unspoken or otherwise , is a universal language that needs no further clarification once one bears witness to it . the other child blinks out at her , and glitch swallows .

her fingers itch . she wants to tear this shivering captive to pieces for the crime of even breathing , just like she always does , with every single one of these primitive humans she stumbles across , but ------ but , perhaps all the destructive intent crackling in her magic , the ruinous power of her touch alone , can be directed toward ... something else .

“ ... ” glitch draws closer . “ ... move back , ” she instructs under her breath , making a slight ushering , shooing motion with her hand to indicate . uncertain , timid , the other kid obliges , backing up against the other side of the pint - sized prison . her fingers close around the cold , oppressive steel , trembling with the desire to eradicate , and they will , they will , but not in the way they’re so accustomed to ,

she feels them burning under her touch . splintering , buckling , the code bleeding into nonexistence , the act of damage as easily enacted as breathing itself , and the cage is wide open to rush out from . a tremulous , artificial breath heaves from her lungs . the other child stares , wondering , taken aback , caught off guard ------

------ before skittering out , shoving past glitch full force without so much as a word of thanks . they don’t look back . their footsteps are soft , almost muted , they tiptoe with care and skirt meticulously around every grievous creak in these telltale floorboards .

some of the others look to be sleeping . they jerk awake fearfully when she crumbles their cage with a faint crackle of distorted static , the shattering of endless neat lines of binary , though they catch on quickly and make similar reckless mistakes . as though the act of uttering a word to their saviour might make her think twice about what she’s done for them . and honestly , it might . so she’s glad they put plenty of distance between her and them .

it’s for the best .

one of them , however , is utterly unresponsive . for a moment , she thinks they’ve died in there . that they’re rotting away , beyond help already . frowning deeply , glitch touches a hand to their shoulder , and gives them a gentle shake .

“ hey . get up . ” ... nothing . yet a quick check of their vitals , their code status , indicates they’re very much alive . a huff of impatience heaves from the girl as she shakes the captive child again , more firmly , now .

“ c’mon , you’ve got to go while you still can . before that freak of a janitor comes to snap your neck and bag you up ... are you listening ? i know humans are pretty stupid , but this really freaking takes the cake ------ not leaving when the chance to is served up on a silver platter , ”

their stifled sob interrupts her insistent nagging . the child shoves her away with one hand , turns away so as not to face her , scrubbing fiercely at their face as though simply hiding the evidence of their bout of weeping will cause this intruder to forget she heard it entirely . a moment of hesitance , on her part ; she’ll just leave them to it . you can lead a horse to water , but you can’t make them drink ... in the words of some undoubtedly feeble - minded , perfectly average human she hardly cares to credit for the sentiment .

------oh , please . she’ll be wondering what the hell became of them for the rest of her miserable farce of existence if she doesn’t do something . with an unintelligible yet rarely understanding murmur , glitch slips her hand into theirs , and tugs imploringly once more . “ please . please , come with me , come with me right now , before ------ ”

... roger’s been very quiet over there , now that she’s thinking about it . doesn’t he like to still and swivel his ears when he hears the slightest disturbance going on ? not quite daring glance over her shoulder , far more aware of how quickly he’ll snap this stupid toerag in half as apposed to fearing for herself , glitch yanks without warning , pulling the other child from their prison with a startled yelp , a brace for impacting the hard floor wracking their frail form ,

glitch grips their hand , still caught in midair , hovering , and they barely graze their nose against the ground . they look up at her wildly , demanding explanation , but there’s hardly time for that .

“ we’vegottagowe’vegottagowe’vegottago , ” she gabbles , leaping to the floor and landing beside her newfound company , and a mangled shriek escapes her as a huge hand that dwarfs both children slams down close by , intent on cupping around them . perhaps they finally got their shit together , or perhaps the commotion finally kickstarted some sense of panic or drive to live that got them going ------ regardless , the escapee grips her hand tightly as she rushes them through the area , blipping in and out of existence to make subtle jumps forward and put as much space between them and him with the dumb little human in tow .

the weight of what she’s doing , what she’s done , almost chokes her .

they escape his pitiful attempts at searching easily , his sluggish pace hindering any chance of keeping up with the crazed bundle of mismatched code donning features that aren’t anywhere close to her preferred human guise lest ... somebody ... catch her doing this . her hands are shaking . this other child must notice , because they offer her comforting squeezes and bump against her lightly as she continues pulling them through the endless stretches of environments , not sure how to disengage , detach , what to do with herself .

they thank her with a soft voice , hoarse from misuse , scratchy with dehydration , croaky from earlier tears . glitch pretends not to hear . they tell her they hate it here . glitch pretends not to hear . ( THEY’D BE BETTER OFF DEAD . THEY SAY IT THEMSELVES , ) they tell her she sure is quiet . glitch can feel her eyes stinging with terrible , terrible , wet , hot things ,

they ask for her name . glitch shakes her head .

i have to go now .

go ? go where ? you’re leaving me ?

well , sure i am . you can take care of yourself . or if you can’t , well ... you know . some tragic fate will befall you .

don’t leave .

no , i have to . and--- and don’t tell ANYONE about this . about me . i mean , it doesn’t matter , because ... they wouldn’t know it’s me , even if you ... just ------ button it . and don’t you dare die , you little cretin . not after i went out of my way . see you around .

see you around , see you around . it feels like a command . an instruction . a wordless , desperate , choked up cry of i’d better see you around .