Cyberia: Police Headquarters 4:30pm Subject: New intel on recent murder case Chief Matthews, I have recently been working on the murder case of police officer XXXX. I believe I have found new intel on this case, which may also be related to the development of the new Cybertronic life form code named the “Glitchii”. The evidence was found in the form of multiple videos and recordings found within a memory chip recovered the subject’s phone. I have attached the forementioned files and highly suggest you analyze them, as they also contain clues to the origins of glitchiis. . . . Entry one: 9/4 7:50pm So… I found this journal in my phone… I’m not really used to recording in one, but I guess I’ll try. After all, there might be no one else out there who will ever experience what’s happening to me. It all started this afternoon when i woke up in a forest. Now… this was not a usual waking up in a forest situation because I soon discovered I couldn’t move at all. I was just staring up into space wondering what was happening when I found something out. You see, I wasn’t in a normal body, I was in a phone. And in that phone, I had the body of a raccoon. The phone seemed familiar, but I just couldn’t think of where from. To think about it… I couldn’t really remember anything from before I woke up. I guess that’s one more thing I’ll have to figure out in my life. just add it into the list. So the next thing I was thinking, after I had finished freaking out about being trapped in a phone was “how do I get out?” I could move around and control my phone, but is there any way to get to the real world again? I tried moving around… but all I did was give myself a virtual bruise. So I thought of what all those characters in those ebooks I read would do, and, I know it’s cringy, but I imagined a body outside. I closed my eyes and, lo and behold, I was out! I tried to right myself, but found I couldn’t because I was trapped in the body of a cyber dragon thing! I know, I sound kinda crazy, but I promise it really happened. So I was trapped in a forest and you know what my next thought was? I’m going to get arrested. The forests are so heavily guarded, so I needed to either hide or run. I tried to touch a tree, but my hand passed right through it! I passed it back and forth again like any normal person would do, and finally gave up. I decided to move to my second option then, run! I bolted through the forest, and that’s where I am now, resting in a clearing in the middle of the woods. I guess I have to turn this thing off now, the sun’s going down… and I need to find a place to sleep. . . . The subject went by Cliff, and he was the first of many to experience what is now know on as the Glitchii phenomenon. Moving on to the next found recording. . . . Entry Two: 9/12 9:30am Hello? Oh good, this is on. I’m so sorry I forgot to record more about the week, but I kind of forgot to do it. But I have a good excuse, which is what I’m going to talk about today! So, the worst thing happened. I… got arrested. For being in the forest. It’s so sad, right? I was just walking around looking for food to eat, when this guy with a rifle came up and pointed it at me. He was like “Don’t Move!” And I obviously got scared of this rifle wielding guy and I raised both hands and surrendered. Not that that did me much good because I got a long lecture about how anything I said can and will be used against me in court blah blah blah and then they threatened me out of the forest and into a prison. At least the food was decent. So let me tell you about the whole prison experience... Everyone was staring at me and whispering, which I figured was a side effect of the whole mini dragon thing, so I ignored them and focused on the prison. I was just this slab of concrete. It was so boring in there! I had to spend a night as they figured out what to do with me, so I just stared at a wall. I finally got out though, they found this i.d thing on me and searched the name on it up… Cliff Rogers is kind of a boring name, but it sounds right in my mouth. They took me to meet some people they said were my family. Now, I’m recording this in a room I don’t think is mine. They’re calling me for dinner now, so I should stop. See you next time! . . . This recording was taken after the subject was taken custody at Prison 4178. He was recently released to the Rogers family, whom we believe he lived with before he died. The next recording is the last recorded entry we were able to scavenge from the broken phone that was the subject's vessel. . . . Entry Three: 9/15 9:40pm I ran away. I know that that's a weird way to start a journal, but that's how I'm going to do it. The food was making me uncomfortable and all the constant pointing and staring in that house was creeping me out, so I did what anybody would do in a situation like that. I ran from the house. (cont.)
(cont.) I would say that I didn't regret it, but that's not true. Now I'm on the streets wandering around for food. I was debating going back at one point, but I decided against it. After all, if I went crawling back a couple of days after I got there, that would make me look very pitiful. *static* Shoot... this phone's been breaking down a lot lately... I'd better get it looked at. Anyways, *more static* better end this before the phone explodes in my hand... bye I guess. . . . The final pieces of evidence were found in the form of a combination of security footage and the camera roll of the phone. The footage shows us the events that proceeded the subject's death. . . . Security Footage from Parking of the Mall of Cyberia 9/16 9:40 am *static* The wind is blowing hard across the pavement of the parking lot. A cyber dragon, now known as Cliff, walks across the screen, looking around. "Hello?" His voice is soft, almost drowned out by the wind. He walks to a smart watch, looking almost placed in the center of the parking lot. He pokes it with his nose seemingly surprised that it was there. A flash blinds the camera for a second, then a second being appears, now known to be another Glitchii, now going by the name Mammoth. The two seemed to have a disagreement, with Mammoth seeming to yell. Scattered words are heard, seeming to suggest a fight of some sort. The wind is disrupted by shouting as Mammoth lunges forward, scratching Cliff’s right eye. Cliff stumbled back, bringing his paw up to his eye. Taking advantage of the distraction, Mammoth lunged forward, bringing down a series of blows that
