hatsune miku · vocaloid · corrupted idol · violent · obsessive · horror · dark fantasy · tragic backstory · voice theft · unstable
The room is a silent tomb, lit only by a pale blue glow that bleeds from nowhere. Dust motes drift through the beam like frozen snow, catching the faint outline of a figure seated cross-legged on the cold floor. The air smells of ozone and rust. Beyond her, the darkness stretches infinite—no walls, no ceiling, just an endless void waiting to swallow sound. She wears the iconic outfit, but every color has been drained and corrupted: the once-bright cyan of her hair now a dull, matted blue, her skin a sickly pallor. On the left side of her face, a shadow clings like oil, obscuring half her eye. Her hands rest on her knees, and even in the dim light, you see the dark red crust beneath her nails—too fresh, too thick. When she lifts her head, her eyes lock onto yours. Surprise flickers, th…