Oneshots

Err0R

When using the internet, you never know what could happen.

She never thought it would happen to her as it did. But then again, it wasn't exactly your normal occurance.

Browsing through the internet, using her mouse like normal despite having a touchscreen, she stumbled across a strange page.

The page in question was green and black, with white and black binary across the sides. It had a single white button in the middle. Knowing it was probably a virus, she didn't click on it, but as her mouse rolled over the button, the screen started glitching out. Sqares glitched across it, and lines of binary code ran across it. Scared, she reached out and lightly touched the screen.

Instead of hitting the glass, her finger went straight through, visible on the screen as strings of code formed into a finger shape. Now terrified, she tried to pull her finger out, but it didn't move out. Instead, strings of code wrapped around it, and she felt pulling. She tried to resist, but it slowly pulled her hand in. Then her wrist. Eventually her entire arm was inside the computer screen, and the only thing stopping the rest of her from being pulled in was her head, which was just above the screen. She, of course, was panicking.

Something changed. The computer screen seemed to get taller, and taller, until it was just higher than her head. She screamed, but was cut off as her head was pulled into the screen, her scream turning into more code as more and more of her upper body was sucked into the now normal-sized computer screen. She kicked her legs uselessly as the rest of her torso was pulled into the screen, her legs becoming immobile as they too were pulled into the code of the screen.

This was the time she realised that she could move. She looked around, and saw the computer screen, only this time, she saw her room. She moved towards it, and tried to press her hand out. Instead, it hit glass. She pounded her fists against it, hoping to get out, but it was hopeless.

After a few days of floating in the code, her mind started to change. Her usually cheery attitude became despair.

Two weeks after being pulled into the coding, she had lost all of her old self but her mind, and even that had changed. She no longer remembered her name. She no longer remembered her home. All she knew was the code, and the fact that she didn't belong there. She assumed she was a glitch- After all, a glitch doesn't belong anywhere does it?

She drifted aimlessly, sometimes creating things out of code to sate her boredom. Eventually, she drifted into a website.

Immediately recognising it, although not remembering it, she used the site as a way to get rid of boredom. Changing coding slightly, sometimes enough so that a pattern or a word would be formed. Eventually she stumbled onto her old account for the website. Intrigued by the fact she remembered it, she logged on, and changed the picture to something more.. Suiting, for her situation. After a while though, she started glitching. Changing.

She became more than a glitch.

She became Err0R.