The glitch looked at the multiple souls he had gathered with grieving eyes. The souls were those of young, innocent children, though he had no choice. Though he knew that, he still felt horrible about it. He looked at his blood-stained hands, them glitching out every now and then. He hated the life he was forced into. He wished he could go back to the days when he lived happily with his family and friends, but he knew he could not. It was his fault his world is gone, after all. All he wanted to do was see his dead father one last time, but it is evident that that couldn't happen, and to prove that point, whatever god or demon that was in control of his world had it erased, him barely escaping with his life, but now he wished he too had perished.

He was now forced to kill innocent people and collect their souls before giving them to the one that now owns him like a dog. He had a name once, but he can no longer remember. The one that has control over his whole existence, Oshibka, calls him Rabskiy, and there isn't much he can say against it. Oshibka had control over his existence. While he did wish for death, Oshibka would never give him that pleasure. He would simply torture poor Rabskiy until he was pleading for death, and even then, he would give him no such grace, and force him to kill once again. It seemed like a never ending cycle of torture for him. He wished for his family, for his friends, and for his world back. If only he could go back in time...

He knew this was impossible, but maybe he could still see them again. After all, no one can go back in time, not even Oshibka. So this time, he would throw away his fear and leave this empty void he called home for the past century. He grabbed a weapon Oshibka left out, and placed it at his heart. He closed his eyes and pushed it through his shirt, feeling it pierce through his ribcage and shoot through his heart. His eyes opened in pain, and he spat up a large amount of blood, feeling it continue to dribble down his chin as he smiled. Tears cascaded down his cheeks, but they weren't from pain or fear, these were tears of happiness and relief. He felt the hands of death grasp his shoulder, though he didn't dare look. It was considered bad luck, and that was the last thing he needed. He closed his eyes again, waiting to see the bright lights of heaven-

He heard the sound of Oshibka laughing in his ear, and he reopened his eyes, they light blue pools filled with fear. Sure enough, the hands of what he thought was death was really his owner. "Poor Rabskiy. Did you really think I would let you die so easily?" He cooed, a sickening grin twisting his dark features, making him look terrifying in the eyes of the young glitch. He began to sob as he realized he would never see his family or friends again, and he could practically feel Oshibka's grin grow with sadistic pleasure. "I'm sorry bro... Dad... Everyone... I'm so sorry." He thought before his world began to go dark, hearing Oshibka's laughter ringing in his head as he slept.