Glitch in the Code

The Battle Bus roared, but the sound was distorted — stretched, like someone dragging a file too large

for the system. The sky was darker than I remembered, streaked with static. I felt my code tearing

as I jumped. When I hit the island, I realized where I was: Pleasant Park.

Except… it wasn’t pleasant anymore. The houses were hollowed shells, their interiors

flickering like corrupted textures. No loot spawns. No NPCs. Just the sound of

the wind — or what pretended to be wind. VoidBreaker moved cautiously,

pickaxe out. I followed his every command. But something inside me itched — a memory

surfacing, a glitch looping through my motion data. And then I heard