A Small Error Has Occurred

Sorry for being so dead lately guys, I just haven't had inspiration. But I'm back now! Yay!

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It had been a few weeks now, and you we're sitting on the couch, the bitty sitting on the cushion next to you with a hotdog. You had never heard him speak more than one word at a time. Like, it was starting to become a problem. And you also had gained more than a few cuts and stab wounds, none too serious though. Mostly on your hands. You looked like some shit knockoff of an anime character with all of those bandages on your arms. The thought made you crack a smile. Ah, the amazing (Y/N), fighting off baddies while progressing the plot extremely slowly before rushing through everything in the last episode because budget cuts. Error looked at you weird, as he usually does. "It's nothing" You say to him while continuing to watch your show. Error goes back to his hotdog. You then realize, you've run out of food. Well, it wasn't like you had anything else to do, so you throw on a scarf to combat the coming winter winds and ask Error if he wants to go with you. As usual, he climbs you like the flesh mountain you are and sits on your shoulder. You grab your keys and cash and then you're off. You hadn't taken Glitch outside really, since you partly work from home, but now was a good time to get out. And hey, maybe you could see what Glitch liked. You got in your car, turning the key, but alas, your car decides to fail on you. Again and again. Welp, walking time it is.

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As you approached the shopping district, your legs were already burning. Walking seven miles isn't fun. Well, you were here now, and that's all that matters. You walked into the grocery store, grabbing a cart. Glitch swung down onto the cart, silent as usual. You went through the store, grabbing items, and noticing a few that you didn't put in the cart now and then. You let it slide, since Glitch would never admit to it anyways, and they were cheap enough items. Soon enough it was over though, and you walked out of the store with your stuff in bags.

So you went home.

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You cooked up another hotdog. He had told you he was hungry. And by that, it means he said 'hungry'. When the beep of the microwave comes around, you take it out and cut it up, as you always do. He never seemed to like anything else. Unless you got Chinese. You learned that the hard way when he stole your dumplings and house fried rice, which left you with only white rice of which you don't even like, but thought the bitty would like. You were wrong. But hey, you two have something in common.

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The next day, you decided to go on a walk with Glitch. Of course, he stabbed you again when you tried to grab him (you never learn do you), but what's a little pain, yeah? But now you needed new bandages which you weren't thrilled about. So you went to the bathroom, peeling off your bandages and revealing the weeks of stab wounds peppering your arms and hands. It wasn't a pretty sight. But it was you who wanted this, you're in no place to complain. You just wrapped yourself up with more bandages and went along your day. Glitch climbed onto your shoulder and layed down there. You didn't understand how he didn't care if he were to fall off but whatever.

As you walked through the city, you began to space out. You were autopiloting through the streets. Hell, you hardly noticed you had gotten turned around and slammed against the wall of a building by some thug in an alleyway until a second after it happened. Wow, you really were constantly zoned out (Or maybe the author is bad at narration). Error was hiding within the folds of your hoodie jacket, trying to avoid the situation. Wow, great time for the seemingly emotionless capable-of-murder bitty to be scared. A shady (and strange smelling) man in a hooded jacket held a knife to your throat while pressing you against the wall. "Give me your cash, keys, and wallet if you don't wanna die today, bitch." He orders. You would've happily complied, if not for the blue strings that tore him away from your frazzled form. You didn't know what the hell was going on and didn't waste time figuring it out as you bolted, not a scratch to show for the encounter. You realized that Glitch wasn't on your shoulder anymore, screeching to a halt. You went back to the spot to see no more shady man, and Glitch, standing on the ground, holding the thug's knife. It had a bit of blood on it. What did he do? You really don't want to know. He drops the knife, seeing your expression of shock and fear probably, and climbs you. So, you shaking and Glitch with a triumphant smile on his skull, headed home.

P.O.V. : G L I T C H

As we walked down the streets, I pondered weather this one was gonna take me back too. Probably. They never last much longer than a month at most. Either I do something and get sent back, they get bored and send me back, or I almost kill them and they tell me I'm a monster before sending me back. And then I get knocked into a wall. Ouch. I stand up to see what it is, only to find...what was their name again? With a knife to their throat. A knife being held by a man who smells like drugs and is demanding money. I hide in the loose fabric of the caretaker's hoodie. The knife gets closer as I watch. I, without thinking it through too much, strung him up and yanked him away. The caretaker ran away, not even noticing that I had jumped off. It's better that way anyways. They're too inexperienced to handle someone with as many problems as me. I slam the mugger into the wall with blue magic, making him drop the knife as my strings constrict him. I grab it, swinging up to the man's shoulder. He doesn't know what's going on. It's better that way. I speak into his ear. "So, I heard you have a bit of a financial problem right now, huh? You know, I could help you out with that" I say as I bring his own knife to his neck. "The steps are simple. I stick this knife in your throat, you don't have to pay for anything ever again. Because you'll be dead. A fitting gift for someone with your problems, yeah?" The man seemed to be too scared to move. Oh well, I didn't wanna hear his damn voice ever again anyways. I plunge the knife into his throat and take it back out, sealing his fate. Things whistle that shouldn't whistle for a moment, and then it's silence. He's dead. I grin and drag him into a nearby dumpster before jumping down and starting to walk out of the alleyway, but I'm intercepted by a frazzled looking caretaker. I drop the knife and climb up to their shoulder like the meat mountain they are. They take us back to their apartment.

I really hate scum like them.

1263 words. Wow, new record. I think. Probably. When I started writing this chapter yesterday (yes I know I'm a lazy ass who needs to go do things with their life) I noticed someone was voting all the chapters. No you didn't go unnoticed, yes I appreciate it even though I don't know why people like this trash (Any arguments will not get a reply). Well, this was long, so ima go now. Bye.