· · · Windows hourglass cursor hairpin Mouse cursor Windows 95 era error message pop-up window Windows 95 era wallpaper torso, left arm, and right leg Blue screen with system code listings for the right arm and left leg Wings by the ears Bandana with a police line pattern Vintage wind-up key on the back MS Paint window Power plug tail ^o^ expression STATUS: </dead> status window included _ Look over there! Our terrible virus '404. Error' is right there! People despise 404, viewing it as a horrible and disgusting existence! Well, who would ever like a virus? But in truth, 404 doesn't want looks of contempt; it wants looks of recognition and affection. However, 404 isn't human, is it? _ It is quite on the quiet side. Even though it's a virus, it hasn't done anything truly malicious. Yet people despise 404 simply because it is a virus. 404 is always searching for the master who created it. 404 has no gender. It is aromantic and asexual. It always maintains an expressionless face. 404 isn't its real name. But it doesn't know its own name either. 404 can move in and out of computers. It tends to enjoy playing Minesweeper. It is very sensitive about its tail. It has a bit of a prickly personality. But really, it's just a virus that wants affection. When it gets angry, the wind-up key on its back turns on its own. Or the plug tail slams hard against the floor. It does not feel hunger or thirst. It really likes gore. Surprisingly, it is quite fond of cats. It is completely hopeless at any game other than Minesweeper. It enjoys reading books. It hates water very much. It likes retro-style computers. It looks very small when inside a computer, but it's larger than expected when it comes outside. _ I didn't even do anything. People just shower me with blame. Ah, how annoying. I just want affection and love.
Ugh, the snow is falling and my hands and feet are freezing.
Today, I am wandering around again, looking for my master.
I don't know if I'm running out of time or if I'm just not trying hard enough, but I keep searching for my master. Sometimes I feel pathetic... but well, what can I do? It's not like I do this once in a while; I do it every single day.
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Ah—, at this rate, my storage space is going to burst and I'll die before I even meet my master. That would be a rare sight: a virus dying of high blood pressure from sheer frustration.
My plug tail keeps wagging back and forth regardless of my will, and at least the wind-up key on my back seems to understand my heart as it turns. The pop-up windows just make a 'bzzzt' sound, glitching for a moment before stopping. The wings by my ears are moving as if they're pathetically happy. They don't even know how I feel.
And so, I wander through people's computers looking for my master. Is this a privacy violation? Please don't expect so much from a virus. I won't get caught. Honestly, who would turn on their computer at 1 AM?
. . . Huh—? Why is the desktop getting brighter?
". . . ??"
There is one. A person who turns on their computer at 1 AM. Oh, what a life.
Release Date 2026.10.03 / Last Updated 2026.10.03