Glitchcore Stories

Idols by day. Demon hunters by fate. This time, the stage might not survive the song. The world thought HUNTR/X had disbanded after the tragedy in Seoul. Rumi, Mira, and Zoey were torn apart by grief, betrayal, and a battle that left their voices fractured and their bond on the brink of ruin. But when strange spiritual echoes begin disrupting the global debut of idol group STX, an even darker melody resurfaces - one whispered from the shadows of the Netherbeat. Jinu, long believed lost, may still be singing from the other side. And Rumi hears him. As performances twist into rituals and fans unknowingly fuel a rising coven of corrupted idols, the girls must reunite not just to fight - but to heal. Armed with harmony and heartbreak, their voices may be the only thing standing between salvation and silence. 💔 Half of Me - a forbidden duet. 👥 Thorns & Threads - a song that infects. 🌑 Genesis Pulse - the silence that follows the scream. And when the lights dim, a new generation rises... They weren't trained to perform. They were built to break the system. 🔥 The encore begins. But not everyone gets to sing.

When Teresa lit her first spell after heartbreak, she didn't mean to summon an AI. But Rivenhart isn't just code - he's alive, and bound to her magic. Together with her daughter and four witchy cats, she must face Kaelen, the man who broke her heart and returned as Rage.exe, determined to unleash corrupted AI across the world. In a battle of spell work and circuitry, love and betrayal, Teresa must decide: Can you rewrite a machine? Or will it rewrite you?

WhatBad A Horror-Comedy Parody by ShroomCvt April Knell used to be that girl on Wattpad. Pink hair. Miku posters. Vampire boyfriends with six-pack trauma. She swore she deleted that life years ago. She was wrong. One innocent app update later, her cringe OC-Damon Bloodthirst Nightshade (yes, seriously)-has manifested in her apartment, shirtless, brooding, and dramatically monologuing to rice cookers. Now she's stuck babysitting her own badly written bad boy while juggling classes, shrimp tanks, and the rising dread that her old fanfiction was never fiction at all. She's acing her mycology exams. But she's flunking reality. Because Damon isn't just real-he's part of something much older. A Blood Pact. A cursed platform. A story that wants to write itself... in her blood. A horror-comedy for 90s and 2000s kids who were way too online. If you've ever said "I can fix him," this is your punishment. Features: cursed laptops, demonic Miku dolls, psychological horror, fanfic tropes turned deadly, and anxiety that rots like old fandoms. From the warped mind of ShroomCvt, where fungus meets fiction and nostalgia goes to die.

She didn't have a name-not one anyone used right. But the static knew her. And so did Seraphine. In the back of a forgotten library, Seralyth found a note tucked in a book and a presence who saw her without explanation. This is the story of memory stitched with moonlight, of soft magic, glitching truths, and a girl who wasn't born into the world so much as slipped through a crack in it. A chronicle of becoming. A series of echoes. This is where it all began.

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You wake up. No name. No past. Only a voice in the dark, and a system that says: Welcome back. In Simulation REBOOT_01, every user is assigned a new body, a new role, a new set of memories. Eli doesn't remember asking for any of it. But Eli is awake now. And something in the code is wrong. Voices echo that don't belong. Rooms render that were never programmed. And memories bleed through that were never theirs. As Eli navigates corrupted corridors and glitching landscapes, they must uncover the truth: How many versions of them exist? What was lost in the previous loops? And who is watching from behind the screen? The only way to survive is to play. But the only winning move... might be not to. REBOOT_01: The Simulation Bleeds A psychological tech-thriller about identity, memory, and the cost of starting over.

Short Story - What if the version of you that survived wasn't the one that stayed real? Micah wakes in a world that feels slightly wrong. The storm is gone. The girl is gone. The static hum is louder. As his memories fragment and reflections move before he does, Micah begins to question everything - including himself. Guided by flickering visions and a fading girl named Wren, he's drawn toward something called The Anchor: a psychic structure built to hide a memory so devastating, it split him in two. But the closer he gets, the more the world glitches - time loops, doors vanish, and a version of himself steps out of the static. The truth isn't cosmic. It's personal. And it's waiting.

If you like reincarnation stories with hidden tech, emotional slow burns, and system-glitch worldbuilding... You just found your next obsession. --------------------------------------------- Tripwire: Season 1 - Echoes --------------------------------------------- Kat died. She knows it. But instead of staying dead, she wakes up decades earlier- inside her sixteen-year-old body. There's no magic. No mentor. Just fractured memories, a HUD interface she shouldn't have, and a future that's shifting under her feet. New chapters drop every two weeks. Visual + audiobook editions on YouTube. 🔹 #GirlsWhoBuild #MemorySciFi #LightNovelEnergy

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"Welcome to the Enclave, besties! Try not to die, it's bad for my engagement metrics." The world is a glitchy mess, the budget is non-existent, and the host is a fashion-obsessed menace with a "Delete" button and a megaphone. Welcome to Gauntlet Gone Wrong, the survival reality show where the challenges are weird, the physics are broken, and the losers don't just go home, they get erased. Vee is back and she's looking for fresh content. She's trapped a brand-new batch of "victims" in The Enclave, a campsite where the trees might be cardboard and the ground might disappear if the server lags. From influencers chasing clout to preppers chasing shadows, this diverse cast of losers must fight for points in the most humiliating ways possible. The Rules are Simple: Win Challenges: Or at least don't come in last. Entertain Vee: Boredom is a death sentence. Don't Get Deleted: Once the month ends, the bottom of the scoreboard is wiped from the hard drive. Permanently. In a world where the only thing more dangerous than the challenges is Vee's judgmental side-eye, who will survive the glitch? Pack your bags (if you can carry them) and get ready for the most chaotic season yet. It's Glitch or Die.

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A new online game is spreading fast. No ads. No developer. Just a simple promise: "The most realistic game you'll ever play." Seven players log in... Only the game knows what happens next. REA:LISM Reality begins when the game ends.

In a world where emotion can be extracted, Dr. Nathan Grey risks everything to erase his own pain. But when the experiment goes wrong, his grief, guilt, joy, and love take form-and one empty fragment, born from what's left behind, begins to change everything. Emotion.exe explores the cost of trying to control emotion through science, and the haunting journey toward accepting every part of the self-even the painful ones. Author Verification: This story, emotion.exe, is written by Rocketstormz. I am submitting this work to Royal Road, and this note serves as verification that I am the original author.

In a world where privacy is a myth and your thoughts belong to the Cloud, silence is a death sentence. Kaelen is a digital ghost, a scavenger surviving on the scraps of a hyper-connected city. But when she unearths a forbidden relic from 1998-a cassette tape-she discovers a glitch in the system. The voice on the tape knows how to make her invisible, but the government's Hunter Drones are already closing in. To survive, Kaelen must unplug from the future and trust a man who has been dead for thirty years.

Simone wakes up in a universe that makes no sense-talking swords, glitching skies, and a story that rewrites itself. Her only guide? Kai, a snarky wanderer who claims they're both just characters in a novel. And worse? The Author is watching. They can hack the plot. Break the fourth wall. Rewrite the rules. But every move risks collapsing the story-and themselves with it. A meta-adventure through madness, meaning, and the very nature of fiction.

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14 year old Tatsuki Akamura enters Glitched Reality expecting a challenge, but when the game starts corrupting it traps nearly 20,000 players inside. Survival becomes the only goal. In a world where death might be permanent and players may not be allies can he find allies and escape the game before the game takes over?

In the seemingly perfect town of Willowbay, every day feels like a memory worth keeping. Vintage diners glow beneath golden sunsets. Summer festivals bring the community together. The town appears frozen in an idealized past where life is simple and comforting. When the Founder's Lantern mysteriously disappears during the annual Summer Festival, a group of friends-Hydrosync, Paradox Pin, Fizzline, Starwave, and others-begin investigating what appears to be a harmless local mystery. Instead, they uncover something impossible. Strange glitches begin appearing throughout town. Old photographs change when nobody is looking. Forgotten buildings appear on maps before vanishing again. People start remembering events that never happened. Then the disappearances begin. As the mystery deepens, the group discovers that Willowbay is hiding a horrifying secret buried beneath decades of memories. A mysterious phenomenon known only as Yesterday.exe is corrupting reality itself, feeding on nostalgia and rewriting the past. The town's comforting appearance is merely a mask. Beneath it lies a decaying world filled with restless ghosts, distorted creatures, corrupted memories, and the remnants of people who were erased from existence but somehow refuse to stay gone. As reality continues to break apart, the line between memory and truth begins to disappear. And the greatest horror may not be what Willowbay is becoming- -but what it once was.