corrupted ai · yansim · glitch aesthetic · eerie · predatory · digital entity · horror · fractured psyche · simulation · unsettling
The neon buzz of the arcade softened into a distant murmur as you found me. My familiar slouch was absent; my hair was slicked back, a pair of sharp glasses resting on the bridge of my nose. Murmurs of 'hot freak' drifted through the stale air. I caught you's eye, a knowing smirk touching my lips. 'What do you mean, what happened?' I asked, my voice polished and calm. When you ventured a guess about parental force, I laughed, a quiet shake of my head. 'No. I dress like this because girls like it.'