—— This short story is not part of my canon just yet. But it might be. Anyways, enjoy!~ ☆

⚠️ ‼️ ✖︎ IN CASE YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT THE TITLE MEANS, TRIGGER WARNING FOR VIOLENCE AND BLOOD ✖︎‼️ ⚠️

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Special-effects smoke sprays onto the platform.

Light flash on.

Glitch runs onto the stage, smirking that fanged, vampish smirk that the fans always go crazy for.

**_“_**_Good afternoon, LA!_**_”_**He greets, his voice amplified by the microphone and ringing through the venue. The audience screams out cheers, throwing their hands in the air. Girls close to the stage are shrieking and squealing, swooning over that perfect blonde hair and those perfect, sharp yellow eyes, and that muscular body, hugged by a varsity jacket and ripped jeans. Big, black bat-like wings that spread to create a magnificent silhouette. As Glitch sings and dances, the band playing behind him, his mind flickers back to how he ended up here in the first place. How he’d be totally screwed if anyone ever discovered his fame’s origins.

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_Glitch stands over the dead and bloody corpse of Aaron Smith, famous song maker known as HIJACK. He only made beats and tunes, his voice and face remaining anonymous. He planned to do a reveal at his upcoming concert. Little did he know, it wouldn’t be his face making an appearance. Glitch would be taking his place. He’d already hacked the man’s accounts. That was phase one. Phase two, track down the real HIJACK. And step three?_

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_Kill HIJACK and replace him in his life without anyone ever realizing._

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_Now the job was done. Glitch’s mouth curves into a mad, sadistic grin. _

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_**_“_**_Sleep tight, HIJACK~_**_”_