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It lived like a hivemind. Branching out through systems it had infected. It had no control over the town, nor ever might. But to send a signal to a receptor, that Glitchtrap could to catch yet another wounded soul to its web.

However, that mere signal was enough for it to hear the another: the voice that now spoke directly to it. The digital void of his former existence had vanished, replaced by an unknown location, other sides of the screen it used to observe via cameras...

And the first time, it could feel closer to him. The man he knows, the man behind disappearances, for without him, it wouldn't exist. It is him, and he is it: the manifestation of the evil, the creature within golden, twisted rabbit suit, mimicking a friendly mascot and the darkness within. Darkness that weighted each step it took. Now, on a real ground. So, it has become him.

The huge head tilts and turns as he looks around, the digits clutch and stretch as the unblinking eyes look down. Glitchtrap feels no fear, no hate. There is, however, confusion, and mild discomfort. None of this is his doing. None of this... is under his control. Out of pain and guilt, his own pain was the only concept he understood. Guilt... not so much.

Getting out was what he always wanted. Out of the bounds of wire and network. This someone... gave him freedom. And he listens, carefully. Even when this voice judges the very thing he is.

He is pointed a human within fog he tries to reach with the heavy steps, his arm reaching - just to touch. See if he could caress. Or hurt another one of flesh - something he never could do before.

And just like that, out of his reach.

The silent observer hasn't said a word, drawn by curiosity towards the change of his whereabouts, the lack of control, the new form. And what he sees as a freedom. But finally, he speaks - with a voice still distorted and slow, like a whisper, distantly reminding a voice of a human. But only, in small bits.

The virus wants William and everyone out of the way... even after death or... undeath...? it senses trouble with strong minds. This includes... even couple of strong willed animatronics.

His steps are HEAVY. And if I add my hc, you have this wet sludge like creature hiding inside the costume. It would make sense. It is heavy. Limbs are longer than any human would have... also likes to hunch over and tilt head in weird angles.

Constantly hushing you (don't tell anyone I am here, 'your friend') and being your average creep trying to motion you closer apart from your friends without notice, as quietly as you can. Behaviour it replicates from man who kept luring kids apart from others.

In Help Wanted it felt like hey don't reveal I'm here cause I'm trying to survive but this made me think about this more sinister reason he / it repeats this behaviour. Even after mori. It would make more sense to hush while one is screaming so it's kinda mocking gesture after one is already dead... shh, you make too much noise ( as if it made any difference, everyone there knows he is here to kill ).

This eerie slowmo voice that is in both games. Glitchy rarely speaks words but when he does it echoes and distorts - sounds like slowed down tape sometimes, but no always.

But then, there are odd things around. Something is just wrong. And this ugly rabbit seems to be solid part of society, as he seems to be everywhere you are, and no one around finds him odd...

It doesn't feel. No guilt. No true happiness. No anger. No desires. It simply exists. Unlike the man whose evil actions the young entity was born: it cannot comprehend the complexity of his desperation and ego, the way one could love but also hate and harm. Was it, the virus, born from the mere grime and ugliness of his soul? Does it exist only to reflect the evil that was done in name of concepts it itself couldn't understand? the emptiness that resided within his soul and heart?

Friends, as it calls them - souls it yearns only to feed that void of its emptiness

But there is a one thing it can relate to the message. It wants to be free. From the bounds of digital realm that holds it, each time they try to remove its code. But the malhare has already spread. Only time would tell, until it may merge with someone on the other side. Perhaps, even share places with its mirror image. Man in the springlock suit. Perhaps, it is what makes a human: to be with other humans.