[Target Identified: Anomaly 'Arthur']
[Classification: Virus / Corrupted User]
[Action: PURGE]
The voice wasn't human. It was a synthesized chorus of a thousand robotic voices overlapping. It vibrated in my teeth.
I backed up until my heels hit the invisible barrier of the Rendered Zone.
I couldn't fight this. The Editor wasn't a character. It didn't have HP. It was a function. You can't kill a calculator with a sword.
The red wave rose up, towering over me like a tidal wave of blood.
"Think, Arthur, think," I hyperventilated.
Why was it targeting me? Because I was an anomaly. I was a "Corrupted File" in a Fantasy Genre. I didn't fit the parameters. I was a glitch.
The System removes glitches.
Unless...
Unless the glitch becomes a feature.
I looked at the towering wave of destruction. Then I looked at the dark, spooky forest behind me.
I raised my shaking hand and summoned the Admin Console. The headache hit me so hard my nose started bleeding again, dripping onto my translucent chest.
`> Access: World_Settings`
`> Current Genre: [High Fantasy]`
My fingers flew across the mental keyboard. The red wave began to crash down.
"If you want to delete a monster," I snarled, spitting blood, "you have to be in an Action movie. But if you're in a Horror movie..."
I selected the [Genre] tag.
"...then the monster is allowed to survive until the sequel."
`> Set Genre = [Survival Horror]`
`> Enter.`
[System Update: Applying Theme Patch...]
The world lurched.
The lighting shifted instantly. The sterile white void didn't vanish, but it changed. Heavy, oppressive fog rolled in from nowhere, obscuring the red wave just inches from my face.
The "mood" of the reality shifted.
In High Fantasy, the world is bright and heroic. Enemies are visible.
In Survival Horror, the world is dark, and the threat is hidden.
The Editor paused. The giant red eye blinked. It seemed confused. The "rules" of the reality had just changed. In a horror game, you don't delete the anomaly immediately. You let it hide. You let it build tension.
[Logic Update: Entity 'Arthur' reclassified as 'Lurking Terror'.]
[Purge Protocol: Suspended.]
The red wave hesitated, then slowly, reluctantly, dissolved into the floor. The Editor couldn't break the rules of the new genre. It retreated into the fog, waiting for a "jump scare" trigger that wasn't there.
I fell backward, tumbling out of the void and crashing back onto the hard, rendered dirt of the forest.
But the forest had changed.
Gone were the lazily copy-pasted trees. The woods were now twisted, gnarly, and suffocatingly detailed. Shadowy vines hung like nooses. The air smelled of wet rot and old graves. The silence wasn't empty anymore; it was heavy, watching me.
I lay in the mud, gasping for air.
[Genre Shift Complete.]
[Current Objective: Survive the Night.]
I checked my Source Points.
[Source Points: 1/100]
I had almost nothing left. I was alone in a forest I had just turned into a nightmare, hunted by a Heroine who wanted my head and an antivirus program that wanted my code.
Somewhere in the distance, a twig snapped. It sounded like a gunshot in the silence.
I forced myself up. I had bought myself some time, but I had also just made the world a hell of a lot scarier.
"Okay," I whispered, clutching my glitching chest. "Now we're writing the good stuff."
I limped deeper into the shadows. I needed a place to hide. I needed an ally. And unfortunately, the only character powerful enough to protect me was the one currently trying to kill me.
I had to find Seraphina. Before the horror movie logic decided to spawn the first jump scare.
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and then Add to home screen.