Glitch

239 8 1
                                    

AN: I should be doing history not this but whatever



"Glitch."

"Don't call me that." I mumbled, my gaze not moving from the ground.

"You're just a glitch."

"Stop it." My voice got louder, "I'm not a glitch."

"Things like you don't belong here."

My arms moved to hug my torso, "You... stop."

"Glitch."

"Mistake."

"Broken."

"I said stop!" My voice echoed through the room.

Static sounded, and a woman's voice sounded in the air, "Mr. Grassi, please report to shock therapy."



double AN: maybe I should try to learn stuff now

Scömíche One ShotsWhere stories live. Discover now