The soft hum of neon lights shimmered through the cluttered apartment, casting glows of electric blue and pulsating pink on the white walls. Kayla sat cross-legged on the plush sofa, her outfit a bold statement of her identity. The electric blue athletic crop top with pink accents clung to her like a second skin, the blocky “X,” “B,” and “Y” buttons emblazoned on her chest catching the warm light in soft flickers. The shorts, with the cheeky “NERF THIS!” emblazoned across the waistband, declared her love for gaming culture in vivid contrast.
A green pothos plant curled lazily over the edge of its terra-cotta pot on the coffee table, its leaves soaking in the dim light filtering through the slitted blinds. Beside Kayla, a fuzzy pink llama plush toy leaned crookedly against the throw pillows. Each piece of this tableau was carefully curated, not for anyone else, but for herself. Everything radiated comfort and control—qualities Kayla clung to desperately. That is, until her screen flickered ominously in the corner of her eye.
The laptop across from her blinked, its screen spasming into rapid lines of static. With an exasperated sigh, Kayla shifted off the couch and onto the floor, her bare feet sinking into the shaggy carpet. She tried rebooting the system. “Not today,” she muttered under her breath. It wasn’t unusual for her laptop to act up, but tonight was important. The problem wasn’t some coding assignment or a missed opportunity to snipe a Zelda amiibo online—it was bigger.
K-Pop music hummed faintly from her wireless headphones as she inspected her gear in the dim light. In just half an hour, she was supposed to live-stream her newest cosplay debut—an homage to D.Va, her all-time favorite video game character. Her streams had grown wildly popular over the last year, drawing in fans by the thousands. But popularity had its cost, and tonight that cost came with a sharp reminder. Out of the corner of her eye, the static stopped abruptly, replaced by… something else.
“What the hell?” Kayla hissed, squinting at the screen. The familiar pastel-hued wallpaper of her desktop had been replaced. Now, there stood what appeared to be a digital version of herself. She was rendered in exaggerated pixel tones, wearing the very same crop top and shorts she had on in the real world. Kayla-2.0, as the character superficially called to her mind, smirked coyly as if she could see her watching back.
“Finally noticed me, huh?” the voice rang out, startling Kayla from her crouched position next to the coffee table.
“No. Freakin’. Way.” Kayla scrambled backward and nearly tripped over the plush toy. Carefully, she approached the laptop again, half expecting the effect to disappear in some elaborate prank orchestrated by her followers. But the digital version of herself moved, reaching outward, palms pressed flat against the monitor frame. The colors of the character seemed to ripple, bleeding faintly over the laptop’s edges as though she were caught in a liquid crystal prism.
“Alright, cool it, sci-fi mode. This must be… I don’t know, malware or something,” Kayla stammered, her heart pounding. Her hands hovered over the escape key but never touched it. The rendered version laughed, a delicate chime reminiscent of gaming voiceovers.
“I’m not malware, but good deduction. I’m the glitch.” The pixel-woman tilted her head. “Your glitch.”
“Excuse me?” Kayla frowned. “I don’t do glitches. I’m the queen of clean builds!”
“Not this time,” the voice came again, erratic and teasing. The uncanny shimmer grew brighter for a moment, softening Kayla’s features reflected faintly on the screen as though the pixels recognized and responded to her doubts.
The glitch continued. “Every gamer has a blind spot, and for someone too perfect like you—the glitch is the error you didn’t prepare for.”
“Oh, come on,” Kayla muttered finally giving her laptop keys same invalid FIXESTo-loop? Suspicion grew thick parallel!
The Source…check out the great article that inspired this amazing short story: Game On: How Gaming Culture Took Over Fashion (And How You Can Steal the Scene)
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