Glitchy (SMG34 AU)

Chapter 1: panik

3 years later... (so 3 and 4 are both 25.)

"I HATE YOU!" The woman screams. "Miss, please." I pled. "If you don't calm down, we can't do our jobs- "

"CALM DOWN! HOW DO I CALM DOWN WHEN MY CHILD- ""MUM!" "ECLAIR!" The woman and 'Éclair' run up to hug each other. Tari comes out from the ambulance. The woman looks at me, overjoyed but slightly guilty. "I-I owe you apology. I shouldn't ha- "

"It's okay, miss." I sigh. "It's normal for people to act like this." At least she actually apologized, the sign of an empathic person if you ask me. I stare at the mum and daughter for a little while.

They remind me of...of- "4. Are you okay?" "Wha- oh yeah fine, yeah totally fine!" I said. Tari looked at me concerned but brushed it off, "we have to go, our shift is almost ending." I nod and follow her to the car. We get in and while Tari is trying to remember which key is the car key I look back at the mother and the daughter, Éclair. Éclair looked as if she were 18 or 19 years old. She had light blue hair tied in two pigtails, with reached down to her waist. She had a bit of blood on her once clean blue shirt. She had striped black and pink sleeves, and she was hugging her mother tightly.

Her position reminds me of something. I couldn't put my finger on it.

À̸̢̛͍̱͉̥̹̗̝͇̜̥̮̤̖͚̿͑̈́̐͑̀̈́͊̂͘C̶̗͉̞̻̘̩̤̺̼̭̣̺̣̉̀͛͠Ķ̷̝̬̙̻̫̜̭̼̲͙͉͈͔́̏̿̏̀̓̍̎̊̽̀̑̈́͑͂͘ͅ!̷̟̥͎̝̱̫̮͆̎̀̆̀̕͘͜ OW̸͙̗̙̝̫̖̓̏͗͛̓W̸͕͔̞͙̐̊͊-̷̣̙̞͉̔̋̈̀ẅ̴̡̩̺́h̴̨̻͓̙͙̙̘͐̿y̸̡̺̠͓̳̭͊̒̈́̊...̸̳̰͑̀ ̸̮͎̳͎̚͘͝i̸̭͕̹̙̒̂͋͛̕͝ͅs̴̞̰̣̾̀̽͋̊͘ ̷͙͕̜̑́̿͋t̴͍̳̝̦̰̩̔͋̂̕ͅh̴͉͇̫̿̈́͜ì̴̧̦͎̮̠̪͜ş̷̅̽̀͂͂̓̚ ̴̺͒͌͗̊̕ḩ̴̬̞̲̋͐́͒ḁ̸̧̺̹̙́̇p̴̨̩̰͎̜̓͜ͅṕ̴̡͖̽͝i̸̛͍̝̹̞͒̚͝͠n̴͈͐̀̿g̷͇̥̟̽͆̀?̷̛̫͈͈̞̖͉̕!̶̗̥̖̓̃̄͑͝ͅ ̸̜̐͂̂̇Ĭ̸̡͖̺̭̞̐͆̑͘ͅț̴͋̀̌̂͋͘'̴̧̳̲̞̺̯̒̉͒̋͂͝s̸̟̾̓ ̶̨̾̏̀ḡ̴̡͇̰̖̠̒͐̓̚̚e̴̞͇͇̘̮͗͐̈̚̚͝t̷̫̬̭̎͋͌̐͂͘͜͜͠ṫ̷̛̲̰͉̺̰̎̓̌̿͌ͅi̸̡̞̼͚̤͐ͅñ̴̙̳̭̺̜̻̎͊̀̀̏ģ̸̟̝̿̑́ ̴̬͚͈̯͎͍̟͒̓̚̚m̷̧̲͚͋͑̂͠͝o̴̮̳̓͘r̵͈͇̩̄͝e̷̹͇̦̟̦͙͔͌̏̃̍̎̈́͊ ̴̘͚͔̎̓͂̄̕r̴͍̝̫̹͐̀̈́͝ẽ̴͕͔͔̦̪͒c̵̞͋̾̿̎̋è̶̱̲̪̄͂̅̅̚ṇ̸̛͈͙̤͍̿͑̈́̍͊͠t̵̗̝̘̪͒͆͗̋̾͝.̸̩̰̻͉̯̳̀̀̔ ̷̨͓͓͇̠͉̊͊̈́Ẁ̶͈̈́͝H̷̰̖̪̲̽͋̃̚͝Ã̴̩̕Ṭ̵̆̄̌̔͜S̷̯̟̍̾̈̑͛̒͝ ̸̢̞̣̠̾͒̿͘̕Ḣ̶̺̖͖͉̲͛̐A̷̜̙̪͇̣͑P̷̨̨͕̣͕̘̽̃̂͆P̸̳͈̯͑̃́̃̓̇Ĭ̶̩͕̩̗͍͈͓̚̚͝N̶̻̙̓͘G̶̩͈̺̺̏̽̔͊̚?̵̟͈͖͎̩̳̿͂̎!̸̘̄̐̎̆͠ ̷̦͎̖̿M̵̟͔̥͖̬̞̀̓Y̷̟̼͚̩͑̂ͅ ̶̱̦̬̟̣̈́̋͑ͅḩ̵̫̝͈̤̘̒̋̂͛͘e̵̢̹̠̥̣͔̐ä̵͔̯̖̘̳̪́̋͋̓͊d̴̙͐̓,̵̟̮̗̻̙̊͌ ̸͎͔̙̯̾̊̏̈́̂͒͝I̷̢̘͓͖͚͋T̶̨͖̜̻̝͂̂̀̿ͅ ̵̗̋Ḥ̷́Ų̶̠̼̟͇̏͐͊R̵̺̒T̴̤̏̓̔̿͂̑͘S̷̝̍ ̸̳͓͎́Ơ̸̩̘̙̓̔̃̋̚O̶̮͖͍̽Ơ̴̢̭̱̱̩̟̽Ö̷̻̼̫̲̭́̌̉̓̃͂͜Ȏ̴̫̙͓̾͗́̍͘͝Ő̵̗͎̱̱̗͎̓̋͝Ó̴̰Ô̷̰͉̣͛ͅỜ̷̡̡̺̙̫̟̫̎̓͗Ơ̷̜̎Ȏ̴̬̪̈́̚Ǒ̷̡͓̥͔͐̕O̸͇̺̝̗̓͑͌̅W̵͙̯̥̣͍̗̳̌̿̃W̶̢̫̠̘͈͊́͌͘W̸͇̘̆͒W̸̹͍̳̤͌̎̎̓̃͘W̷͕̳̽̋W̸̮͙͙͚͆̋͗̀̀͌Ẅ̷̭̩̜́͐͗͠W̵̢͙̹̩̳̏̌͛͐̈́͌W̴̪̏Ẅ̷̡̧̧̨̟̪́̔̋͝͝!̷̢͓͈̞̻̪̑̚͜!̴̛̜̥̣̤̽̎̾̈́͑

Tari's POV——————————————————————————

Ugh. Why so many keys? I mean, we only use two for work. Locker and car. So why do we need 50 more? ...

I look over at SMG4 to joke on how many keys there are, but my heart skipped a beat when a saw him. He had his head in his hand. He was hyperventilating. "4?" I put my cyborg hand on his shoulder but instead of giving me a response he screams in pain,

"A̸̢̧̡̧̤͈͈̰̜͖̯̯͚͙͇̠̜͙̥̫͍̦̖͈͖͚͖̱̲̪͕̟̟͔̺̺̘̦͚͕͙̲̯̘͔̭͗̆̒̋̽͂̉̋̀͌̌̀̿̏̈́̑̒̍͂́̇̅̏͛̍̚͜͠A̴̢̞͆̏̈̀̿̐́̓̄̌̃́̋͆̄̈́́̿̓̈́͐̀̽͌̐̕̚̕͝͠͝Ȧ̵̰̤̖̩̟̦͕̮̣̖̘͚̉̈́̉̃̇̓̃̌͐͋̽͋̓̓̄͂͑̈̂͊̈́̾̃̆̽̏̄̈̽͑͒͆̃͌̎̈́̋͗͘̚͘̕͜͝͝ͅA̵̡̡̨̛͖̗͚̝̥͖͖̗̺̪̤̥̤̪̞̞̬̜̺̥̱̞̗͇̠̘̥͎̼̋͒̍͆̊̄̍̐̓̇̃́͗́̀̍̈̓̓̅̀͆͌͋́̄̕͘͠ͅA̸̢̡̢̛̛̮̻͈̦̰̺͉̼̒̒́̉̆̈́̔̌̓͌̒̌̏̎̍͊̊̋͗́͌̃͗̇̄͋͒̄̂̈́̅̍̍͋͗̈̎̊̀͂͌̌̈́̏̽̊̚͝A̸̧̡̧̧̯̬͖͎͇̦̤̙̤̣̺͙͈͇͕͉̫͓͖͎̥̗̜͙̝̗̦̪̟͎̣͚̭͇̰̣̤̙͉͖̫̖̲͑̂̓͋̍͆̅̋́͗̓̔̓͊͆̈́̀̐͊́͑̎͊̽̈̓̎̏̓̚̚͜͝͝͝ͅĄ̴̯̲͉͕͖̹̗̜́̀̇̏͑̃̅͘͜A̷̡̧̡͔͇̺̫̜̥̝̟̰̯̘̫͙̩̝͚̞̼͉̣͎̻͖̻͖̝͔̟̖̞̮̬̻̭̘̹̱̼͓͔̗̣͋̂̾͛̀͗͛̅̔̔̒̍̀͛̃̂̉͑͌͂͋͐̆̓̇̒̃̓̄̔̓̏̚̚̕̚͠͝͠ͅA̴̱̓̇͗̅́̊̈́̿̔̈́̉̅̉͆̅̈́̂̔̚̚͝A̵̡̢̠̬̠̘̙̙͕̖̠͉͍͚̰͈͈̞̜͙̞̠̗̬͈̰͖̮̻̥̤̗͎̹͇͇͖͖̬̗͎̹̰͚͔̅̑̆͆̓̎̑͌̈́͐̀̎̈̓͜͝ͅĂ̶̢̧̧̨̛̛̼̥̜͍̱͚͇̭̣̺̦̬̪̥̭̬͔̮̗̞̼͈̙̣͓̙̬̣͍̹̙̱̪̤̻̦̻̬͚̙͚̰̙͙͐́͛̊͆͑̈́͆̀̅̈́̿͆̈̉̽̅̉͂͋̔̿̑͐̈͛͑́̔́̈́̅͗̌̔͌̓̕̚̕̚͜͜͠À̵̢̨̧̭͙̥̪̼̙̞̩̠̫̦͔̯̭͎̜͙̫̰͎̞͇̫͔̬̘̙͚͇͍̞͇͇̎́̈́̈́̍̏́͑͒͊͗̃̂̑̂̓̂̋̅̑̀̂͌́͊̋̋͘̕͜͝͠͝Ḩ̷̢̧̢̛̳̱͎͔̱͈̝̟̫̘͙̤͎͖̱̰͔̞̥̟͈̤̤̹̘̬͕̀́̃̈́̑̋̋̈́̄̾̆̈́̉͒́̿̉̎͆͌̌̅́̑̀̈́͆͘͠͠ͅḨ̵̢̡̨̧̗͇͎̪̦͙̹̬͍̞̜͉͍̥̥̖̼͍̮͇̠̙͈̹͔̳͍̝̮̠̭̬̳͉͚̪͚͙̂͐͑̈́̊̄͒̅̆̏͜͜͝H̴̡̢̛̖̪̪̰̼͕̦̖̹̲͈̰̹̟̺͙̖̭̰̫̟̞͒͒̑̓̓͐̀̍̂̊͜͜Ḩ̵̡̡̨̨̛̛̝̰̻͕͚͎͈͖̰̟̩͓͙͔̫̪̺̙̯̙͉̙̥͍̝̻̙̮̻͖̺̟̙̖͙͚͙̰͚̜̗͐̓̾͊̀̔̄́̄̈̅́̃̇̿̌̿̅̍́̏͋̀̓̔̍̏̉̂̑̌̑̍͌̓̃̏̕͠͝͝ͅͅḤ̴̡̛̞̱͕̫̲̻̩̯̭̈́̌̒̏̄͑͂̄̌͐̾͊̄̈́̆́̋̎̔̋͑̂͌̈́͆͒̀͘̕͠͝͠͝H̵̨̧̡̘̥̠̺̣͓̙̺̤̻̪̲̖̬͓̲̞̮̜̮̬̖̲̭͕̹̙̞̮̩̜͇̦́̂̈́̽̋͋͐̽͘͘͜͜͝ͅH̷̢̘̲̞̖͇͓̟̱̜̤̲͇͇̜̔̀͋́̏̆͋̆̇͆̅̑͗̅̄̇̄̔͛̊̆̈́͋̚̚̚͠͝ͅ!"

Oh no. No no no no no no no no! I didn't think it would happen now! "4! Listen!" I̵̢̨̡̢̛͓̜͈̼͍̩̻͓̣̹̰͉͚͕͎̥̙̲͖͓̟̙͎͍̯͍̖̘͖͍̞̰͉͇̞̥͖͕̦͒̊͂̓̆͆̍́̐̔̃̊̅̊̔̄̉́̏̅͆̄̑̃͗́́̐̈̎̊̔̿̓͋̏͘̚͘̕̚͜͝͝͝͝͝͠ͅͅ ̴̡̨̧̨̟͚̬̗͚̠̭̤̥͈̝̙͇͉͇̳͈̝͙͕̖͚̗̦̫̣̝̠̼̣̟̬̜̳̤̦͕̣̗͙̱͒͋̃͊́̊̊̋̋̋̓̓̌͊̃͂̃͌̉̊̔̋̇̉̋̔̑͒̃̕̚̕̚͜͜͝ͅç̵̨̨̝̳͍͕̗̬̯̝̞̬̥̲̼͉̙̹͓͎͇̬̺͎͐̈́͂͌̌̆̎̇͊͗̽̓̓̌̽͜͝ǎ̵̯̜̞͈̖̂͘n̵͎̝̬͓̫̫̼̼̗͂͐̋̀͑̑̏̿͋̏̄̓͊̓͐͊̆̋͑̍̉̉͊̿̕͘͝͝͝'̸̨̢͕̱̬̣̻̮̠͍̮̦̩̜̺̟͕̻̩͎͖̻̬̮̭̟̖̼̤̬͛̎͆́͒̈̏̈̀̂̓̓̍͋̈́̓̿̌͊͋͐̀̋̆͒̎̌̏̿̈́͂͘̕̕͘͜͜͠͝͠ͅt̵̛͚̻̫̖̥͚̯̭̩͖͚̲̗̘̀͑͒͒̐́̓̇̓̚͘͘͜͠ͅͅ ̶̨̨͔͇̯̹̺̜̱͉̥̘̦̜̳̗̩̠̯̜͉͇̪̟̭̪͖͍̰̬̾͐́́̀́̚͜͝ͅͅr̴̖̹̼̲̱͎͐͒̇̐͛̃̌̔̆͑̒̒̾́̈́̆͑̏͋̒͛̒͗̒̀̕é̴̡̢̨̛̳͈̜͚̤̥͖̖͖̣̫͖̻̻͖̠̲̭̦͙̩̭̲̬̝̲͕̳͇̯͈͙͍̲̖̪̮͔͍̱̀̈́̓͐̌̄̂̋̎͊̏͑͂̽̆̉̀̽̏͊̈́͐̍̕͘͜͝͝͝͝͝͠m̸̧̫͕̲͙̗͕̥̜̹̟̲̤̗̳̙͔̹̦̙͔͍̲̺͇̠̻͕̯͚͇̥̳͂̄͂̓͂̍̂͛̑̅̑̓͛̋̒̈̾̎͆͊̇̊͂͐͌͘͘̕̚͜͠͝e̴̢̡̨̡̛̥̮̖̘̰͕̭̭͈̼̺̱̹͔̥̠̮̮̹̮̪̮̙̙͉̥͉͈̬͖͍̫͈̾́͂͊̈͊̀̃̃̄͌͊̈́̏̂́͊̈́̃͋̅̔̋̍̎̎̄́̑̈́̾̃̇͘̚̕͝͝ͅm̴̨̧̛̛̛̯̣̦̲̜̘̬̱̟̤̫͎͍͙͌̇͐̍͌̊́̍̈́̇̇̐̾̒͌̇̈͐̏̇̎̏̂̔̚͜͠͝ͅͅb̷̙̻͖̬͍̯̆̉̈́̐̀̐̽̓́͘͘͜ë̵̘͙̝́̈́̽̈̍̏͒̀̎̐́͂͋͋͆̈̄̑͆͘͘̕͜r̴̳̫͍̯̤̞͙̰͓̬̦͈̪̞̗͙̻̖̫͐̈̎̌̄̿̃͆̓̓̿̒͋̔̉͊̀̏̏̈͊̀̒̑̈́̔̓̔͌͋͂̾̀̈́͒̇̈̄́͒̾̌̓̉͌̚̚͝͝ ̷̡͓͈̳̲͖͇̒́̋̌̆̉́̈́͗͑̔̈́̾̽̿̑͌̀͊͐͘̕" w-wat? "̴̠̬͓̲̱̺̯͍̝̹͉̐́͛̓̅̾́W̴͈͗̒͑͆̓ḫ̸͍̹̝̳͍̝̩̙̖̼̒͆ý̷̧̭̻͚̌͌͑̓̆̃͘͘͜͝͠ ̴̡̠͓̺͈̓͛c̸͔͚͖̥̹͋͋̅̊̑͜͝a̷͇̱̥̺̬̯͐̆̐̈́͊͒͛͋́͠n̸̨̝̣̟̉̀̓̀͑̀̆̔̕͠͝'̸͔͎̰̲͙͔͖͕͈̈̎͑̓̅͑̅̓͑̚̚t̶͈̻̝̮̋̀͜ ̶͓̜̺̌̂̒̂̉̽̋̉́̅͝Ĩ̶̙̜̲̐̓̀ ̶͙̼͍̼̰̂̓̈́̔̽̋͛̅͘͠ȑ̸͔ē̷̟͚͍̫̾͆͂̀͘m̸̧̪̯̼͓̳͎͒ḙ̶̙͉̯͗̒̒̈́̈́̋̄m̵̨̰̪̭̗̥̈́̐b̷̡̧̢̳̱͇̼̗̌̈́̎͠e̶̛͇̦̙̺̝͖̘̗̪͇̅͆͒̏̈́̀̌̄r̴͓͔̱͙̮̣̤̀?̴͚̝̫͍͓̝̮͍̼̾̂̓͜͜ͅ!̶͙͕̬̰͊́͋͌̄̓̈́̊̋̎͆̚"̶̢̨̨̢̼̝̭̲̮̩͕̱̃̈́̆̅͐̽̏

SMG4 did say some really weird stuff during this 'panic attack'. But this was by far the strangest and most disturbing. Great. I guess the 'GrEaT gOds' have decided to handle the fate of an innocent 25-year-old man in the hands of the most awkward woman ever, who can't even start a single damn conversation!"4." I said sternly. He looks at me, his eyes bloodshot, tears are rushing down his face. "Just breathe. Calm down and breathe." I take his hand and pin them into his lap so he can't hurt himself (or me). He breathed in, and out. Calming himself down. He then collapses in his seat and falls asleep. The panic attack must have tired him out. Oh well. I reach into my backpack and take out my notebook. I got it from my shopping spree a few months ago.

It had a blue cyan cover with some of my friend's stickers that they lent to me. SpaGeTtI™ stickers from Mario (no idea where he found those), Splatoon stickers from Meggy, a few gaming stickers from SMG4 and some Duckie stickers (from me!). But I didn't feel like admiring my cover now. I flick past a few pages and find the page with the title, '4's paink attacks' I write down the two new quotes he said. "I can't remember." And "why can't I remember". I think for a moment. The desperation in his voice. It sounded like he was trying to remember...someone. I know it weird to right down what people say, but something is up. And SMG4's quotes were confusing.

VERY Confusing. I start the car and start driving on the road. Hopefully, he can come to my birthday.

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