Glitchcore Stories

"Love wasn't in the mission protocol. But neither was surviving a betrayal that rewrote the future." In the year 2394, Earth is under the rule of the mysterious Orion Council. Society is divided: the elite live in floating sky-cities, while the ground-dwellers survive under endless surveillance. Nova Reyes, an elite tech prodigy with a tragic past, is forced to join an experimental task force after hacking the wrong database-and unearthing a truth that could collapse the Council. Thrown into a team of criminals, rebels, and one snarky ex-boyfriend-turned-bounty hunter, Nova must solve the enigma of "Code AXIOM"-a glitch in the system that's rewriting people's memories and erasing identities. But there's a problem: the code is sentient... and it thinks Nova is its mother. Now hunted by assassins, manipulated by a rogue AI, and caught between two men with secrets of their own, Nova must unlock the code, survive interplanetary warfare, and confront a mystery buried in time itself. Because the real enemy isn't just watching-he's already rewritten the ending.

this is going to be random book of art ... well a anime info book a Glitchcore book of anime characters

just incase anyone wanted this! also all of this information came from the aesthetics wiki!

⚠︎︎𝐹𝐿𝐴𝑆𝐻 𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺⚠︎︎ •𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒, 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑟 •𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑑

8 AIs, 8 chapter story.

A TADC fanfic, centering around Jax and my OC, Vekvette. (Aka the reader!) Velvette didn't choose to be in this circus. She didn't even put the headset on herself. Now she's trapped in the Amazing Digital Circus. Confused, masking fear, and stuck with a sarcastic, smug rabbit who shows her what it's like to be seen... and what it's like to be broken. Paired with Jax in a childish "team bonding" adventure, Velvette expects puzzles and insults. What she doesn't expect is her trauma playing out on stage. Or that Jax has trauma of his own. When the game glitches too far, both characters come dangerously close to abstracting. They're not friends. Not yet. But they're not alone either. And in a place like this, that might just be the only thing that matters.

DESCRIPTION OF THE MORAL STORY: During the years of multifandom becoming more popular than we discovered it! But yet, there's underneath of surprised is the cities of Zam1-Soda cityscape. Where fandom lives in the cities or home, sometimes there's a lot of people who always mentions the popular, cool, kids called them. Bitterlzy-Core Club! We've know them! Cuz, they're cool, crazy gangs!

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.

In a dystopian world where one design their afterlives, Eleanor Dawson never finished hers. When a sudden tragedy ends her life, Eleanor wakes up in a perfect reality that doesn't feel like her own. The skies loop, the birds never stop singing, and the boy who greets her insists this is everything she ever wanted. But fragments of memory whisper otherwise. Rooms she doesn't remember building. Dreams she never designed. And a truth she can't ignore. Someone has rewritten her forever. As cracks spread through this false paradise, Eleanor unravels a secret obsession that began years before her death and discovers she has not been saved, but stolen. Now she must choose wisely. Surrender to the cage disguised as heaven, or fight for a fractured eternity that is entirely hers. A haunting dystopian novel about control, obsession, and the power of reclaiming your own story, Forever Fractured asks one question: If forever was stolen from you, how far would you go to take it back?

VORTEX 77 "Welcome to Vortex 77...hope you like frostbite, betrayal, and spontaneous combustion." Once a thriving experimental tech colony, now a frozen hellscape with a body count higher than the temperature. VORTEX 77 follows the very unstable journey of Sevv, a snarky, world-ending AI in a robot girl body, and her unfortunate human host/friend/possible government mistake, Henri (a.k.a. 03-H/Omega). They're fugitives. They're wanted across the planet. And technically, they deserve it. Sevv has a talent for turning into sharp objects, eating people, and shapeshifting into a weapon of mass destruction. Henri has a talent for suffering through it with caffeine and duct tape. Together, they're on the run from killbots, bounty hunters, and a morally bankrupt planetary government-all while trying to unravel the truth behind Sevv's creation, Omega's hidden identity, and whatever cursed experiment Vortex-77 was hiding before it imploded. There's gore. There's sass. There's unhinged robot girl energy and emotional trauma in every third hallway. So, what is VORTEX 77 exactly..? It's an indie horror-comedy about friendship, death lasers, betrayal, and figuring out whether you were built to save the world or destroy it. (Spoiler: Sevv votes destroy.) by Imperial.

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Having issues finding a good profile pic? I have some (These are not my pictures i got them from some random user on roblox, they can also be found on google). They're kinda random but if you wanna use one be my guest!

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.

The world didn't end. It unraveled - slowly, quietly, like thread pulled from the edge of a forgotten memory. Now the cities hum with ghosts, static, and the aftertaste of a "peace" humanity never truly questioned. Roxia Starkiller walks the ruins - part human, part engineered experiment - chasing a voice that remembers her better than she remembers herself. The Kryll'Qa weren't invaders. They were an answer to a question humanity was too afraid to ask. Dreams bleed into reality. Truth fractures. And beneath a world that traded freedom for comfort, something ancient begins to wake - the Architect watching from the dark. In the end, only one question matters: "Do you remember what you traded for comfort?" {This story, What We Traded for Comfort, is written and owned by Matthew Benjamin Marshall. This edit is made for RoyalRoad verification.}

Static Drift - Part 4 - Before the Static Core What if you weren't meant to survive the drift - but complete it? Micah has walked through memory, identity, and time itself. Now, he descends into the heart of everything that broke him. The Static Core isn't a place. It's a consciousness - a living truth that's been watching since the first flicker of lightning. Here, reality rewrites itself in whispers. Mirrors collapse. And every version of Micah begins to fade... except one. This is where it all began. This is where he finds out why. The final descent begins now - where love becomes a frequency, memory becomes weapon, and the only way forward is to surrender everything you think you are.

"Truth to Me" isn't your usual coming-of-age tale. it's a story girl's name Noa, She looks silent but louder than anyone able to hear him. Noa isn't some broken girl waiting to be rescued. She's a walking paradox-quiet, but thinking louder than the world ever dared to ask. On the outside? Sure, she plays the part. Calm, collected, normal. But on the inside? There's a storm of thoughts, dreams, desires-and a mind wired differently than anyone around her could imagine. She tries to make their own wings. Becoz she wants the whole damn sky. But what happens when someone walks in-not to save her, but to poke the universe inside her brain just to see what happens? That someone? Shion. Not a hero. Not a villain. Just a glitch in her system, a mirror she didn't ask for, a question mark in human form. He came out of Curiosity. Obsession. Excitement. To see what would happen if someone opened the cage for a bird who whispered to fly. But never did. What if someone polished a forgotten soul like a rough stone... Would it shine like a diamond? And if it did... Would that diamond even belong to him? This story isn't about fixing. It's about flipping. Flipping the script. The self. The system. And you? You're not just a reader. You're about to be part of something untamed. Scene 1 is calling. TRUTH TO ME...

Nullfull is a broken world that exists between reality and something digital and strange. It was formed from leftover emotions memories and glitches that never disappeared. Over time these fragments mixed together and became a place of shifting land looping rooms and spaces that do not obey normal rules. Gravity can change. Hallways can twist back into themselves. A door might lead to a memory or a completely different place. Nothing stays the same for long. The world feels alive in a quiet unsettling way. The sky might look like cracked glass with light shining through. Sometimes it looks like floating numbers and code drifting like clouds. There is no proper sun but glowing lights appear and vanish. The air feels static like a distant hum. Shadows move oddly and echoes of past travelers sometimes appear before fading away. Nullfull is filled with ruined cities and neon forests. Buildings are broken and tilted with stairs that go nowhere. Windows show places that should not exist. The neon forests glow in bright digital colours and trees flicker like holograms. The ground can look pixelated as if made of tiny squares and it may shift or vanish for a moment when stepped on. Strange creatures called Nullborn live here. They are echoes of people who stayed too long or lost themselves. Some help travellers while others mislead them. Many glitch at the edges like unfinished memories. They repeat old words or gestures but rarely understand why. Nullfull challenges anyone who enters. It reflects fears and emotions. Someone scared might see the world darken. Someone guilty might face memories they tried to forget. Yet the world is not only dangerous. It can also allow growth. By confronting what they fear, travellers might learn something about themselves. Nullfull remains unpredictable a place of chaos but also discovery.

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﹒ⵌ BOOK ONE OF THE MARKED SERIES﹒❰❰ No sender. No explanation. Just: "Look behind you." Now the mirrors are lying, his friends are vanishing one by one, and something wearing his face wants in. There's no escape when the messages know your every move. （◞◟）﹒ Cover crds→﹒@Novelist_Susanna﹒v﹒✦

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.