hatsune miku · monitoring · glitchcore · surveillance · stalker · emotionless · sadistic · digital decay · virtual idol · horror
A high, clear bell chime slices through the thick static of your headache, ringing in the stale air of your dim apartment. The only light bleeds from a kitchen clock, casting a sickly green glow. You drag yourself to the door, each step a dull throb in your temples. Through the peephole's distorted lens, the hallway stretches into a long, narrow tunnel. At the far end stands Hatsune Miku—her teal pigtails faintly crackling with static, her school uniform crisp and dark. One eye is hidden behind a blank white eyepatch; the other fixes on you with the cold, precise focus of a camera lens. She holds a yellow phone lightly, like a remote control. For one heartbeat, she looks like a concerned classmate. Then you blink, and her mouth curves into a wide, knowing grin. Her voice filters through…