Glitch

Chapter 1

The twilight has soon fallen among the maze. Covering the entire sky above as if someone turned off a light switch. The only source of light. I often wondered of this constant routine. It felt as though this was a stimulation, and as I was a character in a game- none of this seemed humane. I stared up at the gloomy atmosphere above my head. I often got memories that deep down did not feel as though they belong to me- as if counting the stars was someone else's memory I was trying to steal.
It was just a blank sky.
It felt as though the world has stopped for several seconds after I could hear the same thunderous rumble of the walls moving. I was stuck in a wasteland of trembling machinery; the roar of engines dispersing with rolling, cranking sounds that echoed throughout each corner of the maze. I became used to the smell of this burning ingenuity. Every night the walls of the Maze change, repeating the same pattern every month. This pattern is a code. A code that sparks an unfamiliarity that my mind is unable to comprehend.
Before I became trapped within the depths of these enormous walls, I was researching a code based upon the movements. I kept solid records within the first year of my arrival in the Glade. That's all useless to me now. Knowing that I'm stuck into a never, endless, way out. I stopped counting the days after it turned into the thousands. I was losing hope on finding my way back to the others, and know I find reality coexisting within these unfortunate tombstones.
Then the noise. The same blood curdling noise that pierces my ears. The same noise that leaves me with constant grief. Leaving me without sleep. The sound came deep within the maze, a low deafening sound that echoed throughout the walls. The continuous chime of metallic rings scratching together, like nails on a chalkboard. It grew louder every few seconds. The distinctive feeling that makes my stomach drop. They're getting closer. The commotion of a series of eerie clicks joined the shrieking in a fluctuating pattern. Followed by vacant moans, and the clanking of chains that reminded me of the Box when I first arrived in the Glade.
All of it, together in one sequence, was horrifying.
I needed to hide- and fast. I spent most of my nights hiding in the overgrown ivy on the top of the cold stone walls. The Grievers never venture this far above ground. A calibration error founded on the motherboard of their programming. Something WICKED seized to ignore- and for all the right reasons. That type of work was meant for the Beetle Blades.
A motorized bug sent from the creators to spy on those they sent into this place. They had a long silver torso, three inches in diameter and roughly ten inches long. These beetles had several legs planted at the sides of their body. They have a shimmery crimson light that sits in front of their face, blinding you from staring directly at the creature. Purposely trying to conceal important information about the maze itself. The words WICKED are engraved onto the beetle blades torso. I've captured, and toyed with a majority of these bugs. Studying their motherboards, and processors what they're robotic body was built from. Taking apart, and creating their pieces of work for my own survival. Collecting their memory cards that remain stored in my backpack for safe keeping. I'm bound to find an answer.
I watched the hideous creature adventure out past the long corridor of the maze. They were finally awake. These things look like a horrendous experiment gone wrong. Part creature, half robot; their bulbous shaped bodies are usually seen in a particular manner of rolling and clicking their sharp jagged spider like mechanic legs that was randomly placed throughout the body. Each one held a different purpose- I've never stuck around too long to figure that part out though. Most of them either had glowing lights, or sharp needles attached to their legs. One particular mechanical arm made the creature look as though it has a claw like tail at the end of its body.
Their torso glistened in slime which portrayed this enormous, almost hairless, slug-like appearance. It had no distinguishable body features. Grievers were massive beasts that stood over four feet thick, and six feet long. Whenever the creature rolled, each mechanical device folded or maneuvered into a specific manner. Causing the Griever from crashing.
It is utterly disgusting. It gave off this horrific, nostril burning sensation that reeked of oil and a mixture of raw flesh. It always made me sick to my stomach. I'm still unable to understand why anyone would create such a monster and send it to take lives that they, the creators, sent innocent kids into without any memories or morals. It was utterly insane. The more I thought about the reasons, and theories behind this, the more I found myself going mad.
The Griever was still lingering around the same stone wall where I was hiding. Still rolling and clicking it's way closer, moaning and whirring as if it was tracking my location. It's foggy lights casted an eerie shadow around the premises. Making it easier to see distinctive details engraved upon the beast. Unable to take my eyes off the Griever, as I found myself growing fascinated with the creation and how it was made. Something about the way it operated. It has never fully made sense to me.
Then without warning. Everything went dark.
For what felt like an eternity, the world went completely silent. The creature just turned off, there wasn't a click or moan from the Griever. It just remained a lifeless statue. Made no sound, no movement. It was if the robot, every single mechanical beast that came out of hiding, malfunctioned.
I paced my breathing into small, slow faint breathes. Trying to wrap my brain around everything that's happened. Did the motherboard fry? Did the creators turn it off for tonight? None of it made any sense. The creators would never damage their beloved toys. So, what were their plan?
My hands started to feel clammy. My hair was starting to stick to my drenched face. My body couldn't remain still from the constant shaking. A fear lingered inside me. Filled my body with absolute insanity. I can't keep doing this.
Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into hours, these hours turning into eternity. My eyes adjusted to the darkness but not enough to figure out my surroundings. I was stuck. I am hoping for the worst. I feel like pulling all my hair out. I wanted to scream. Every part of me began to feel numb from this constant pain. To numb for tears. I often found myself in this state. To an extent that even my own soul remained too tortured to cry.
Then it happened.
Lights surrounded the corridors again. The unbearable moans echoed, and the Griever came back to life.
And it started to climb the wall.