They weren’t at home they weren’t at the m cafe, they weren't anywhere that they normally would be. Malware was starting to get worried everywhere he went people would stare at him in a weird way hide their children and whisper stuff about him. There was something wrong he had known it from the start. Malware had tried asking people if they had seen ghost or nightingale but they would scream and run away, like he was some kind of monster, but malware was determined to find his friends even if that meant going to the moon sanses base to ask prism or target if they had seen his friends. He was that desperate at this point that he didn’t realize that he was at his sworn enemies door till he knocked and someone opened it. “ ís śomèthïñg wròñg śir?” It was nightshade, who was basically prism’s personal servant, nightshade’s hollow glitchy voice sent shivers down malware’s spine. “ ôh màlwàrè...whàt àrè ÿoû dòìng hêrê? Bòsś šaîd ÿoû wèrènt ćomîng łatèr.” Wait what-?

TBC- Longest chapter yet baby!

Aw, thank you that means a lot to me actually 🥰