♥♥ Chapter 1 ♥♥

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The little glitch, known as #26, was not born, but created. He was created by the master of glitches, who wished to create a "ultimate weapon", but once the little glitch knew what he was going to be used for, he went to run away, but the master of glitches knew he wanted to run, so it commanded its servants to chase the little glitch, who ran into the Overworld, and hid in the alleys. The servants of the master glitch looked everywhere for this little glitch, but seem unable to find him. As the little glitch hid, he encountered a lord of shadows, who decided to take the little glitch under his wing, and teach him how to be a proper villain.

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START OF CHAPTER 1...

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A yellow bunny, wearing a purple vest, tie and pants, sat on the red brick wall surrounding the big, beautiful mansion, which was around four stories tall. He sat there, gazing upon the village of anthropomorphic people, who lived just like humans. The bunny's name is Malhare, with no last name given or any sort of honorific. As a matter of fact, he wasn't honoured or rewarded with prizes or gifts. He had to get them by stealing, and taking from others. He stared at the village, which was known as Aporrodian, a village perfect for some chaos to happen.

While Malhare sat there he didn't notice the white cat with black hair and cat ears come up to him. He wore a black jacket with red rims around the edges of his sleeves and neck, while wearing blue jeans. His black hair also covered his right eye, which was quite different then normal aporroians. The cat came up, and stared down the yellow rabbit sitting on his perch, frowning.

"Malhare the Glitch, how many times do I have to tell you? Stay away from the Grand Mansion!" the cat scolded, his tail swishing with fury.

Malhare turned his head to look at this cat, who was known as Master Flint, the Grand Guardian of Aporro. The bunny smirked, then got off the wall, and ran to the village, ready to go brew up his next plan.

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As night fell, Malhare waited behind a magnificent grey castle, located next to Aporrodian, while being really close. This castle was located in the forest, with a beautiful garden in front, with giant, decorated doors at the front. It looked something like a princesses castle, with the pointed tops and luxurious setting. A dirt road from the village led to this castle, but Malhare didn't go on the path. He had to hide in the forest as he approached the castle, so he couldn't be spotted. He was coming up to the large garden behind the castle, where another way to get in could be found -- the library.

Malhare slowly climbed the vines, careful not to create a disturbance with rocks or the vines snapping. Thanks to his light weight of his plush half, he barely broke the vines, and once he reached the library window he slowly opened them, the window opening outwards, so Malhare had to duck as the windows opened, and he slowly slid inside them, being cautious not to make a sound as he came in. Once he was in he slowly closed the windows, and crept through the empty library, and looked around. He had to find something, and it was deep in the castle. It was for his own wishes, so he slowly crept to the exit of the library, but he had to be careful, as the castle was guarded at night. He slowly opened the doors, and heard them creak. He peeked his head out, looking to his right and saw a couple guards talking, turned away from him. He smirked, and looked to his left, and saw nobody, so he quickly lifted himself up and made himself float with his manipulation, and slowly rose to the roof, and floated down the hall, and towards the treasury, keeping an eye out for any guards.

Once he made it there, he checked for any guards, and luckily there wasn't, so he slowly lowered himself, and landed softly onto the ground, then going to enter the treasury. But as he put a hand on the door, he heard someone slowly coming up to him on his left, and he spun his head to see the one and only Queen Michelle, the Queen of Aporro. Malhare nervously smiled.

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