Quitting Animal Jam

 " I'm Quitting Animal Jam."

The fox lagged as those words appeared above her head. Words that frightened every creature in this graphic land of pixels and codes. Quit… her player was quitting. The wolf in front of her remained still faced, yet there was deep worry in his solid eyes as his player asked hers’ why? The answer was simple, her player had grown bored with the game, grown tired of the same pattern, grown stale at the thought of logging on… it hurt… it hurt so badly at the thought of her player leaving… She wanted to scream, to claw at all the code, to cry for mercy… to call out to her player ‘why are you leaving me?’.

It wasn't long before her player said her final goodbyes, leaving her submerged in a black void of passing numbers and faint glitches. Her sentient mind raced, her default coding breaking slightly as panic was expressed along her features with an occasional glitch.

Her thought process pulled out images of ‘lost jammers’, black icons of a missing tiger replaced the usual comfort spot of their player cards. She knew that they were long gone.. The digital animals with no face had no existence, no loving player, no friends… only loneliness. The glitches of fear continued to break apart her face and lags trembled along her frame. Memories of her and her player developing and growing together hurt now. The mere memory of when she was first given a personality tore through her heart… the heart she was given by her human. Angst and emotions that were not in her program formed more glitches, her body now missing sections of it in the shapes of squares…. Finally.. She screamed.. Pain and sadness jumbled together in the sound of robotic pings. The glitch finally tore her apart, leaving nothing but a void of numbers….