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“Oh, hello!” The Bomber perked up, looking up toward the other. They blinked a couple times at the question.

Digit averted their eye from the Bomber before answering with, “I’m.. kinda lost, I guess? I don’t really know where I am.” They let out an awkward chuckle and scratched the back of their head. Before looking back up at the girl, they uttered “Though, I don’t really know where I am ever, do I?..” Their voice was barely hearable.

Soft chuckle. Python had walked off in a hurry and hadn’t realized where she had transferred herself to. In a way, she was as lost as this little one. Her laughing stopped when she realized something was awfully wrong.

This wasn’t the Network. It didn’t feel like it, and she couldn’t move as freely. Ah! How she had been insisting on never assuming a form outside of the network ever again. It was an inner battle to resist the fears that were hammering her thoughts. Not wanting to alert the stranger, Python attempted to contain her feelings about the situation. After all, the area seemed clear of danger, and the other didn’t seem like a major threat. 

‘‘There’s no way… I can dodge this!’‘

It was always a gamble to manifest in the real world.As CB-01 finished projecting themself, bombs were flung all across the place.They had been avoiding most just fine– but soon came something much bigger.

A dangerous bomb.

{ 💖}”Oh my god!” Pretty quickly went to CB-01 side to make sure they wont fall to the ground while the slump over. Not only did they shielded her from the blast but they made sure she took no damage at all. She was amazed and thankful.

Looking at them, they kinda look like her older brother White, if it wasn’t for the armor she would of mistaken them as White. She do wonder who they where but she have to ask at another time. Right now she was just glad they answered her S.O.S.

Sadly they were damaged badly. As much as Pretty HATES retreating, it seems like the best option. It will be hard since bombs are still being thrown but she couldn’t just sit here. Who knows when there gonna be another blast like that!

{ 💖}” Hold on I’ll get you out of here..” Without warning, Pretty picked up the other Bomber, caring them in her arms. They where way too damaged to walk and she wasn’t going to make their injuries worse. Once they where nice and comfortable she began to run, trying to retreat.

“W-what are you doing?”

The digital bomber hadn’t expected to be picked up so suddenly, nor that the other was strong enough to carry them. Granted, it’s not like they weighted all that much, even counting the armor in the equation.

Ah, they felt somewhat foolish now. CB-01 was supposed to save the other, wrap this entire situation up and head back home. Things hadn’t gone as planned, it seemed. Now, they were cradled in her arms, as she made a run for it. Well, with all things considered, they appreciated this turn of events in a way. With how much damage their body had endured, the fact that they could be permanently deleted…

Bomberman kinda understood how Python felt about the real world, at times.

{ 💖}” There is a bunker that I took most of the civilians to, the enemies don’t know about it yet so you should be safe there.” She just hope there is some kind of medic there as well. Sure she knew a few basic things about patching someone up but  they where in a critical condition.

It seemed that for now, they were out of harms’ way. No longer were bombs flying their way, as they approached what CB-01 assumed to be the bunker. If they could find a way to return back to the net... they could most likely take some time to go back to their hub and ask for repairs!

Although... it would take quite a while to heal up that way, and they’d need to go back on the field soon enough to stop the threat before anything else happened. Hopefully, there were some healing items at the bunker or something they could use to at least take away some of the damage.

“Do you still have your phone?”

Fuck, People were noticing the glitch already. This time it didn’t took long. Quickly, he turned the phone off and hid it inside his closet. No fucking way he was going to let anyone take his glitchy away!

Everything around them froze completely, the messages, lasers, data strings. A shutdown? No… not yet, it couldn’t be the case. Black must’ve done something to cause this massive change of pace in his own body.

Having taken quite a good amount of damage, although not nearly enough to force a log out, CB-01′s special meter was fully charged. With their current gear, this meant that once activated, they could throw powerful bombs.

For now, they were going to save it for the big foe, if there was one. They concentrated on trying to find the source, patching up loose data as they traveled across Black’s body. What Bomberman found out, after accessing a few files, was that the glitch was a malicious entity, split into multiple parts, but controlled by one main file and everyone one of them caused everything around themselves to corrupt or glitch itself.

Terrible. CB-01 would need to take down the biggest file in order to shut the rest down, or they’d be facing endless hordes of the smaller ones.

Where would it be? The glitch was making sure not to be found.

Yet, one little thing still bothered Bomberman more than that.

The earlier freezing of data. It felt like a terrible amount of trouble was coming their way.  Was the glitch evolving or… was it something else?

Parts of the glitch accumulated in Black’s chest, trying to fix the tiny holes he made in himself with the punch. At least, thanks to that, he didn’t felt like his mind was such a big mess, for now. 

If this glitch was like the one Black had previously, the ‘infection’ started in his chest - hence why he is injuried - but the biggest threats moved deeper to hide in his heart. The glitch had no intentions of killing Black, luckily, he was a host they needed to keep alive to survive as well. But their biggest goal was to take over completely. They needed to reach the brain to do so.

However, with Bomberman entering inside and Black damaging himself for a distraction, the glitches were confused about what to do now. The glitches not fixing the damaged area were freezing in an attempt of evolving to contain the threat that is CB-01. Some of them started to develop shields, other were shooting lasers. Everything to keep the main source of the glitch safe and sound inside the heart.

CB-01 now understood what kind of trouble they were in for. Not only were the glitches growing more powerful, but they had adopted a sort of system of their own. The weaker ones were busy correcting physical damages, while the evolved ones protected the main entity. The bomber couldn’t let the main entity get any further in Black’s body, or he’d be most likely-- done for.

Thankfully, robotic organism had their own protection, so the glitch couldn’t easily reach his brain. At least, for the time being, but with it’s strength growing, it was hard to evaluate how much longer this protection would last.

They’d need to lay low, their current damage hindering them.  On another hand, they considered the option of using their powerful bombs to blast through everything. Which wouldn’t be too much of a good idea, considering CB-01 hadn’t scanned the Main Glitch itself. Who knew how resistant that thing was?

Fuck, People were noticing the glitch already. This time it didn’t took long. Quickly, he turned the phone off and hid it inside his closet. No fucking way he was going to let anyone take his glitchy away!

Black had forgotten one tiny detail. His first time glitching was a natural glitch; it took over his body slowly, to the point it took days for his siblings to find it out. But this time, it was an Anon’s doing. It took over him quickly. Of course this was going to be different and slightly stronger.

He could feel some effects from the hacking already, as well the fact his body’s glitches were reacting very negatively to the intruder. How long it took to remove a glitch? Black could feel something was wrong and that he had to figure out a way to help. But how?

….There is a possible way. The glitches couldn’t focus much on CB-01 if they focused on fixing something else. Like part of the glitch’s core.

Without much thinking, Black threw a strong punch into his injured chest, broken metal pieces falling from it. God, it hurt, but he could feel some of the glitching moving inside of him. Hopefully, this would distract the glitch a little.

He doesn’t knows how long he can stay conscious after this, however….

Everything around them froze completely, the messages, lasers, data strings. A shutdown? No... not yet, it couldn’t be the case. Black must’ve done something to cause this massive change of pace in his own body.

Having taken quite a good amount of damage, although not nearly enough to force a log out, CB-01′s special meter was fully charged. With their current gear, this meant that once activated, they could throw powerful bombs.

For now, they were going to save it for the big foe, if there was one. They concentrated on trying to find the source, patching up loose data as they traveled across Black’s body. What Bomberman found out, after accessing a few files, was that the glitch was a malicious entity, split into multiple parts, but controlled by one main file and everyone one of them caused everything around themselves to corrupt or glitch itself.

Terrible. CB-01 would need to take down the biggest file in order to shut the rest down, or they’d be facing endless hordes of the smaller ones.

Where would it be? The glitch was making sure not to be found.

Yet, one little thing still bothered Bomberman more than that.

Fuck, People were noticing the glitch already. This time it didn’t took long. Quickly, he turned the phone off and hid it inside his closet. No fucking way he was going to let anyone take his glitchy away!

Silence. Black looked up to the other Bomber, not needing any words to know what they were doing. He had done some reading a while ago. A kind of Bomberman programmed to burst viruses and… cure glitches. However, Black could feel the glitches reacting to the hacking. His head kept hurting, his body was numb… it was like if the glitches tried to force him stop CB-01.

But he refused.

Even though it hurt, Black endured it all. He stayed on the floor, closed his eyes and started to breath heavily. He had enough of this glitch already. He wanted to be okay again, have fun with his siblings and forget this ever happened… twice.

“…Please end t̶h̀e g͝l͞i͢t҉ch.҉” He found himself whispering, trying his damnest to not allow the glitches to end the hacking. Black still had some control on his body, though the glitching probably wouldn’t allow him to stay in control for too long.

[Transfer Rate: 100%] [Login Complete]

‘‘...Woah.”

Erratic patterns of data flung themselves haphazardly, prompting CB-01 to jump on a more stable string. There was no organization, no shape, barely anywhere to stand on. Connecting oneself to a person was different than connecting inside a location and more akin to getting inside the network.

Normally, the data reflected... something. This time was, to put it bluntly, another beast completely. It was not only difficult to navigate on the narrow terrain, but awfully hard to see where to go next, as there was no clear indication or order in this gigantic mess of codes.

Somewhat regretting not taking any sort of light or speed equipment with them. Being partially equipped for strength, and partially equipped for protection. Luckily, no confrontation or no problems had arisen. Yet.

To try and make rights of things, CB-01 used their higher permission level to stop some of the data, by pausing programs that were deemed less important and were not necessarily vital for the functioning of Black.

This would at least allow them to move around more freely.

But... something was wrong.

Suddenly, hundreds of error messages popped all around Bomberman. Each and every one of them read:

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The messages turned into lasers, striking CB-01′s sides. Attempts to dodge were fruitless, by the sheer amount of them. What was happening? They were supposed to have permission!

Had Black already lost grasp? It couldn’t be...

Fuck, People were noticing the glitch already. This time it didn’t took long. Quickly, he turned the phone off and hid it inside his closet. No fucking way he was going to let anyone take his glitchy away!

‘‘Y-you’re going to end up hurting somebody! I’m afraid I can’t let you do that. ”

Taking out a bomb of their own, CB-01 stared directly into Black’s eyes. Of course, they weren’t going to throw it just yet, but they were taking precautions. One never knew how a glitch would react to new factors.

“Please. Don’t make me use brute force. We can solve this peacefully.’’ 

They paused for a moment, their free hand pointing towards Black.

‘‘In any case, if you wait too long, it’ll consume you whole. There won’t be anything left of you but a name to remember you by. Is that what you really want?”

Black was ready to throw the bomb, in fact he nearly lit the fuse. But then one thing the other Bomberman said caught his attention. It caused the squares in his glitched eyes to flick.

‘it’ll consume you whole.’

That’s what he wanted, right? He got cool new skills with this glitch, he lost his ability to feel sad, why would he not want the glitch anymore? Sure, it made him feel really weird at times and his head hurt b-

“A͞R͘G͜H̴!"̷

Either way, it was possible for the digital bomber to fix it, as long as they weren’t forced to log out prematurely, be it from heightened protection or from damage to their own data flow.

A hand was placed on the other bomber’s head, patting it gently in a comforting manner. No words were spoken as they began to glow. They were going to hack Black’s systems, but not with a malicious intent.

[Login: Bomberman]

[Transfer Rate...25%]

Bomberman couldn’t take the time to wait for approval. The glitch was already getting worse by the moment.  If Black really wanted them out, he’d force them to log out.

‘‘There’s no way… I can dodge this!’‘

It was always a gamble to manifest in the real world.As CB-01 finished projecting themself, bombs were flung all across the place.They had been avoiding most just fine– but soon came something much bigger.

A dangerous bomb.

{ 💖}”Oh my god!” Pretty quickly went to CB-01 side to make sure they wont fall to the ground while the slump over. Not only did they shielded her from the blast but they made sure she took no damage at all. She was amazed and thankful.

Looking at them, they kinda look like her older brother White, if it wasn’t for the armor she would of mistaken them as White. She do wonder who they where but she have to ask at another time. Right now she was just glad they answered her S.O.S.

Sadly they were damaged badly. As much as Pretty HATES retreating, it seems like the best option. It will be hard since bombs are still being thrown but she couldn’t just sit here. Who knows when there gonna be another blast like that!

{ 💖}” Hold on I’ll get you out of here..” Without warning, Pretty picked up the other Bomber, caring them in her arms. They where way too damaged to walk and she wasn’t going to make their injuries worse. Once they where nice and comfortable she began to run, trying to retreat.

“W-what are you doing?”

The digital bomber hadn’t expected to be picked up so suddenly, nor that the other was strong enough to carry them. Granted, it’s not like they weighted all that much, even counting the armor in the equation.

Ah, they felt somewhat foolish now. CB-01 was supposed to save the other, wrap this entire situation up and head back home. Things hadn’t gone as planned, it seemed. Now, they were cradled in her arms, as she made a run for it. Well, with all things considered, they appreciated this turn of events in a way. With how much damage their body had endured, the fact that they could be permanently deleted...

Bomberman kinda understood how Python felt about the real world, at times.

Fuck, People were noticing the glitch already. This time it didn’t took long. Quickly, he turned the phone off and hid it inside his closet. No fucking way he was going to let anyone take his glitchy away!

Shudder. An uneasy air could be felt.

A glitch? Was this the abnormality they had been warned about? Having dealt with glitches in the past, CB-01 knew it was not time to fool around. They tracked the phone’s last location, making their way to Black’s room, before forcefully breaking down the door.

“Y҉es͠,̢ I̴'҉m ̕glitc̛heḑ.̸ ́You͠ g̕ot ̸a͜ p̡r̛o҉bl̀e͏m̴ ͜w̛it̵h ͜th̴ąt́,̕ a͠ss̶h̨ole͝? Yo̶u ҉c͝an'͏t ̡fįx̸ ḿe̸!” Black yelled out and rushed to the corner, grabbing a bomb and turning to the other Bomber. It was a fight or flight situation for the glitched Bomber now. He didn’t wanted this glitch, that made him feel so powerful and sad free, to just disappear.

Taking out a bomb of their own, CB-01 stared directly into Black’s eyes. Of course, they weren’t going to throw it just yet, but they were taking precautions. One never knew how a glitch would react to new factors.

“Please. Don’t make me use brute force. We can solve this peacefully.’’ 

They paused for a moment, their free hand pointing towards Black.

Fuck, People were noticing the glitch already. This time it didn’t took long. Quickly, he turned the phone off and hid it inside his closet. No fucking way he was going to let anyone take his glitchy away!

Shudder. An uneasy air could be felt.

A glitch? Was this the abnormality they had been warned about? Having dealt with glitches in the past, CB-01 knew it was not time to fool around. They tracked the phone’s last location, making their way to Black’s room, before forcefully breaking down the door.

‘‘There’s no way… I can dodge this!’‘

It was always a gamble to manifest in the real world.As CB-01 finished projecting themself, bombs were flung all across the place.They had been avoiding most just fine– but soon came something much bigger.

A dangerous bomb.

As much as she hates doing this(curse her pride), Pretty had sent out a request for back up. She sent the request out in a hurry so she couldn’t really tell who she sent it to. One of her siblings maybe? Hopefully?

She could always take out Elegant Dream but the repaires on it wasnt exactly finished. Sure she can probably use it properly but it’s flawed and their might be some glitches and bugs to it.

Pretty looked up from her hidding spot, only to see a much bigger and dangerous bomb.

Thankfully, they had a reasonable amount of speed thanks to their current set of armor. Before the bomb hit, they dashed towards the pink-clad bomber to try and shield her from it, attempting to push her towards the ground as they stood protectively above.

{ 💖}”  What the!-”

[Warning! Damage Level: 80%. Retreat if possible.]

CB-01 was now slumping forward, holding one of their arm all the while emitting a few sparks and distortions. A terrible outcome, considering there were still some bombs flying overhead, with the possibility of another dangerous bomb being thrown on the field.

But who had thrown such a powerful dangerous bomb?

If they could find who the culprit was, it would only be a matter of taking them down before they caused anymore harm. A slight problem-- they were not only, still outnumbered, but the digital bomber had taken quite a hit in order to protect the other. They really weren’t in fighting condition, either.

Another hit and... they’d be deleted for good.

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