As yet another day of "work" ends I sit across the tavern from the others. I just needed a quick rest and I'd go see my new friends in TurboTime 2. I bolt upwards as someone kicks open the tavern door. It was obviously a girl, wearing an all black suit and was just as tall as the others.

"You shouldn't be in here." I warn.

"I could say the same thing to you." She sneers.

"...What is that suppose to mean." I glare back, standing up.

"It means you stole my life! Your not suppose to be in this game, I am! ...and with a little tinkering, I was able to make that true." She laughs, snapping her fingers.

The others' eyes suddenly glow slightly, incoherent growls coming out their mouths like the insects in the games. The girl takes a gun off her back and points it at me.

"Hey, that's mine!" I hiss.

"Not anymore, kid."

"I still don't g-g-get-t what that m-m-me-e-ean-ns!" I stop in horror as red glitches course through my body, black spots blocking my vision. "What did you do to me you s-s-s-st-tup-p-pid-"

"Don't strain yourself, kid." She laughs. "Lets just said I did a little role reversal.

I grimace and struggle to see as flashes of anger seem to make the stupid glitches worse. They kind of hurt. I mean... It's like being pulled apart and smashed right back together multiple times.

"W-a-a-it, What? Y-Y-Y-o-o-u-r-r kicking m-m-e-e out m-m-my own g-g-game?! You c-c-a-an't do that!" I shriek angrily, glitches ruining my speech to the point you could barely tell what I'm saying.

"But I did."

"Wh-who d-o-o-o you th-thin-nk you are, w-w-walk-k-k-k-king in here and-!"

"I am you." She points her-MY-gun at my face. "Now get out. And don't ever come back, or else."

I felt like being a smart ass right then. I really did. I wanted to scream and shout and just lose it all. I wanted to punch this jerk in the face and yell at her to get out. But I couldn't. I didn't want to die at the hands of this... Thing.

I turn and grab my bag, stomping away in defeat. Why didn't the others do something?! Do they hate me so much, they'll let some stranger kick me out my own game? I throw my motorcycle power up down and it turns into it's full size.

I ride as fast as I could, away from the stupid game that betrayed me. I could barely see, but I was so mad I couldn't care less. All I could really see were ones and zeros that seemed so bent on being seen. My concentration slips as a painful, electric shock courses through my body. I cry out as I hit the ground and slide until I hit the train that took me out the game.

I try and gain some control of my senses, finding it hard to move. I could see my code flashing before my eyes-literally. Was I dying? Oh Mod, I'm dying. I can't die now! I just barely started living!

The feeling fades away and the moment I feel like I'm no longer dying, I get up and clean up my power up. I hop on the train and ride to the station. Once I get there, it's full of game characters, crowded to no end. As I step out into the opening, a quick siren goes off and the Surge Protector appears in front of me.

"Oh come on!" I throw my hands up. Ever since I started carrying my power ups around, this guy found it necessary to stop me all the time.

"Random safety check, name please." He says in his boring voice.

"You know my name."

"Name."

"Jay-G."

Glitch glitch.

I quickly walk away and look around curiously. Where to go? Anyone who saw me glitch would stop and stare with shocked expressions, then quickly walk away. I didn't think it was that bad...

I end up going into TurboTime 2. As I try to enter the game, an invisible force field keeps me back. It also electrocutes me like the first time i tried to leave my game. Remembering what happened with the motorcycle, i take a few steps back. I run forward and force my way into the game. i get a bad zap, but make it.

I ride the bullet train and hop off. I go to the building closest to me. I'm greeted eagerly by Turbo.

"Oh goody, you came to visit!" He holds out a plate. "Cookie?"

"No, but thank you." I sigh. "I'm not in the mood for cookies,"

"There's always a mood for cookies!" Jet(?) protests, grabbing a cookie off the plate. "You know you want it~!"

"Ugh, why must you tempt me?" I accept the cookie and take a bit out of it. "...mm, good cookies! Who made em?"

"Set did, he's really great at baking." Daytona laughs softly. "Aren't you?"

"Oh, shut up..." Set looks away.

"So, what's got you so down?" Turbo takes a seat and pats the chair next to him.

"Well... A lot of stuff went down in my game and it's got me mad and sad and confused." I sit down and cross my arms.

Glitch glitch glitch.

Pit's eyes widen, a spark of anger obvious in his eyes. He leaps off his perch on the window sill and strides forward.

"Did you just glitch?" He growls.

Feeling threatened, I jump out my chair and back away. "Uh, I, yeah. But I-"

"So your a glitch, eh? Then how'd you get in our game?"

"I-I-" I hide behind Turbo, not to sure what Pit was capable of. I cling to his shoulders and peek out from behind his helmet.

Turbo shudders slightly as one of my glitches spread to him. This seems to set Pit off even more. He all but throws Turbo out his way.

"You've come to ruin our game, huh?" He throws the chair out his way too. "Tryin to take it over? Well it won't happen on my watch!"

"W-What? No way! I-I don't even know what's going on!" I back away every time he manages to get closer. "If anyone's game got taken over, it was mine!"

Glitch glitch.

"Yeah right."

"No! It's true! She looks like the older version of me... Acts like me... So technically she just got back in place... But she almost killed me in the process!"

Glitch.

"Hey, give her a chance." Nitro chimes.

Turbo puts a hand on Pit's shoulder, "Calm down, brother."

"No." Pit glares daggers at me. "Get out this game."

"But I..." I step forward, another glitch making Pit flinch.

"Out."

"Fine. I know when I'm not welcome." I turn and walk out the building. "Thanks for the cookie, I guess."

As I go through the painful process of leaving their game, I could hear arguing happening. Wasn't my fault. I was just an innocent victim.

I sit on a bench in the station as everyone clears out. Looks like yet another day has started at the arcade. I lay down and yawn, feeling myself flicker in and out of existence. That didn't feel too good... I need a plan. There's two ways this plan can go.

One way would be to somehow get my game back. The other way would be to live forever in game central station. The third way was to game jump and hide out in other people's games for the rest of eternity... Wow. That is such a tough choice.

Sorry for such a wait! :3