You find yourself on an abandoned stage, and hear footsteps.

Knowing that you're probably going to have to sing your way out of this, you ready your nonexistent microphone.

Things then goat freaky. A short, blue-haired boy seemingly appeared from the shadows. He clearly was one of the Glitched individuals, as both of his arms were made out of the glitchy substance. ...But why wasn't he attacking?

You looked at the boy, and he looked up at you. "..."