Glitchtrap Gacha Club Novels & Stories

These people keep on showing their faces to me, would intentionally look for my trouble, gang up on me and beat me up, blame me for it and the owner in charge of this hell would punish only me instead. Now, I have nothing else to loose. I've lost a lot of things in my life... No! The truth is, I've lost my life completely. It's meaningless to me. I'm no longer the vibrant, cheerful and playful Chloe in the past. I'm now someone else's in form of old Chloe Montclair. "Will you shut up your dirty mouth and follow me right this minute. I'm sure, you do not wish to land in another trouble this time around?." She threatened me as she smirk.

" Rufa wondered. Even I was surprised. I glanced at Maia. She was smiling. If we didn't get to The Club right away, Rufa's head would probably be full of lumps. I parked the tricycle on the left side in front of the club. There are already several cars parked to the right of it. There are already customers. I got down and helped Rufa with her big bag full of goods. He sells cheap make-up to the dancers in the club. He said I will add you too. I put on the bag. Rufa came down. Then Maia. I let them walk first. I followed them into the club. I'm not new to the semi-dark and dead-sinding laser lights at The Club. My eyes adjusted quickly when we entered. I noticed that Maia is also used to it.

, pointing towards a machine with a label on the top and the words 'Gacha' written. There was no one around the machine, it was a huge machine slumped over the wall in the corner. They went near the machine and Max was the first one to touch the interface of the machine. Some weird noises came from the machine and a light shot out from it and everyone looked at each other as they didn't know what to do. The machine started to speak, "Scan complete, Max Gunner do you wish to spin your free spin of this year?". "Yes", replied Max slowly looking back at his friends nervously.

“Dammit! Where are you?” "Hello Mike honey," Marilyn said warmly at the other end of the line. FUCK! Mike froze. “What? No greetings? Surprised to hear from me?" Marilyn said from the other side. "We're throwing a small party here, but you're not invited; would you like to know who's performing?" Mike could hear faint muted voices from behind her as she chuckled. "Let me go!" Leah screamed, followed by Rob's groan. Mike stood speechless. "Well, tonight's show is named The Russian Roulette." Eric's voice came from the other side this time.

We made our way further towards the trap when we heard a voice, it was a female voice and mind you it was the most beautiful voice I've heard, even in her scared state....she started blabbing about how she doesn't taste sweet or how the gods won't accept her flesh, the most funny one was her sayings no one will buy her organs as they won't work without her, she thought we were carnivores, she must have really been scared, my parents and sister fell into a fit of laughter but I just managed a smile, the soul must have been scared and I was the one

Lily immediately recognized it and exclaimed, "Isn't that the card for 'Diohn Club'!?" Everyone was surprised to hear this. "Diohn Club" is a highly exclusive and unique VIP club located in Cloud City. Unlike typical entertainment venues, it only accepts special guests who can enter by invitation card. These cards are sporadically issued by the enigmatic owner of "Diohn Club" and are auctioned off in limited quantities. Even celebrities find it difficult to gain entry.

In past years, someone would have started clapping by now. But this year, no one did. Polly Malfoy, a newcomer who had joined three months ago, was the first to lift her head. She said, "Mr. Bassett, I heard that at Midea Tech's annual meeting, everyone got two big boxes of cherries." The room fell abruptly silent. I frowned. "What did you just say?" "Cherries," she repeated, tracing a small circle on the tabletop. "Imported ones. "One box costs seventy or eighty dollars. Two boxes are 160 dollars—and that doesn't even include the extra two months' salary they give."

The list goes on, but the last one mentioned, which surprisingly really exists, was priced 500,000 Pleasure Points. Therefore, she went like, '...Ah, so you system can also be glitchy huh, lumping a hundred thousand points items with ten thousand points items... But damn, I hope no host ever think of purchasing that accursed virus! I don't want an end-of-the-world movie to become reality by a host's hand!'

She thinks she’s so gangster and can handle herself, yet when it comes down to it, she has no idea what she is playing at. She could be up to an hour in front of me. Like a fool I waited for her to come back to the room. I’m so fucking mad that when I do see her, she had better run. The cab finally pulls up in front and I slowly get out and look around. The club is in a slum area and looks run down. The bouncers on the door are as seedy as all hell.

"My favorite team has a bout tonight. It's actually a double header, but I wanted to go to see High Rollers battle it out against Bone Breakers." "I take it you're a High Rollers fan?" She blushed a warm shade of embarrassment, and her eyes softened in the cutest way. "Actually, I'm a Grim D. Mise fan. She happens to be a High Roller." "What's a Grim D. Mise? Keep in mind, I know nothing about roller derby."