Glitch Transformers Novels & Stories

A glimmer of slyness shine in his eyeless two holes in his bonozofied face. Tik tiktok tik tak, like a great hummer hitting a mountain in a great vigor like it going to refine it into a sword or a spear, a clunking voice breakthrough their verry beings and souls, a suffocated pressure was felt, not felt but much more, it suffocate them, squeeze them like squeezing a fly, yes a fly, and why not, comparing to what they felt before, a great since of control that was produced after feeling the strength and the force that they possessed, the speed thinking that follow afterward when digesting those information, all of this gives the fake feeling of invincibility and indestructability.

with a predictable output; I was a Glitch in the Flesh. I hit the lead beast with a strike that was half-claw, half-fire, and purely Spontaneous. My talons tore through its synthetic throat, ripping out the Neural-Relay that connected it to the hive-mind. The silver-white wolf didn't scream; it Glitched. Its body pixelated for a second, showing the hollow, plastic frame beneath, before it exploded into a spray of dry, white silicon dust. "SYSTEM... ERROR..." the remaining beasts echoed, their synchronization breaking as the "Source-Node" was deleted.

People used the officially linked teleportation booths to open the entrance of the glitch. Glitch had some kind of mysterious technology jammer, but several tools still worked inside. This variable behavior of Glitch had confused the scientist for a century now. They observed and reached several conclusions. Since the technology for navigation and other idle purposes still worked inside, the most accepted hypothesis was - ~Glitch inherently restricts technology and machinery that might reveal its origin and secrets.~ People also had many other controversial and interesting theories such as Glitch being a sentient being, but researchers accepted none of these since they had no proof yet.

lived in the shadows, their bodies warped by the city’s static. ​"You shouldn't be here, Alpha," a voice rasped from a pile of discarded server racks. ​A man emerged, his skin covered in glowing, blue "Circuit-Tattoos" that flickered like dying embers. He was a "Glitcher", a shifter whose DNA had been partially overwritten by the city’s data-stream. ​"We’re looking for the 'Black-Aperture' hub," Leo said, his hand resting on his pulse-pistol. "We heard it’s buried under the old Imperial Palace."