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>It's been a few years since your marriage with the 'tulpa' you had manifested.
>Her dominance of the English language is close to perfect now.
>Just like the person she was based on, she's become quite the clean freak. She keeps the entire house organized for you.
>She can sing, she can dance, she's literate and can read and write, her handwriting is even cute and flowery.
>Her cooking ability has long since surpassed just decent, and she's even experimenting with making her own unique dishes, none of which have ever been bad.
>It makes you happy how fast she's evolved since her beginnings, but frankly, in a deep level it kind of terrifies you. Her learning ability, her unconditional love, and her expertise into just about anything she can put her mind into, in just a few years, is superhuman.
>Of course, it makes sense. She's not a human, after all. She's a construct, a psychic entity that has taken physical form. But it does scare you, because you can't predict how powerful she'll be in a decade...
>Either way, you've come to love her, and she loves you in turn, and no one suspects a thing.
>You've since stopped watching the real Kronii, but you got curious to find out if she's still streaming or ended up graduating, which would be a bit bittersweet. Much to your surprise, she's very much still around. You send her an aka saying some vague sappy garbage you didn't put much thought into, and head to bed.
>Only, you were so exhausted a nd so comfortable, you forgot to turn off your phone...
>When you woke up the next morning, yawning and heading off to brush your teeth, you saw an unusual sight in the hallway.
>"Kronii" was standing there, motionless, her head leaning forwards as she gripped your phone in her hands, so tightly that it felt like it might break.
>The light reflected into the voids of her eyes, all while the sound of the real Kronii's voice resonated across the house.
>She had become like a doll, standing so perfectly, utterly still... she didn't even breathe. It was like she had become one of those mannequins in clothing stores, no life, no movement.
>No, wait, after a while of incredulous staring, you did notice some movement, minuscule and subtle; the twitching of her left brow.
>You approached your wife slowly, and asked her if she was okay.
>Suddenly, she threw the phone against the floor, and screamed... harder and louder than you've ever heard.
>It was so loud as to be inhuman, incomparable to anything else ever heard in this world. It resonated inside your brain and throughout your body, bringing you to your knees as you instinctively shut your eyes, gritted your teeth and covered your ears.
>When it finally stopped, you caught your breath, your ears ringing and your head throbbing painfully. When you opened your eyes, she was nowhere to be found.
>In a panic, you ran through the house, yelling out her name and opening every door you could find.
>It would be a while before you found her.
>She was sitting in a closet, behind the staircase, which the two of you never used. Her head on her knees, her arms wrapped around her legs, she muttered to herself.
>"Kronii doko? Kronii koko. Kronii doko? Kronii koko..."
>It didn't have the cadence the real Kronii said it with. It was robotic, emotionless, more like a mantra.
>Uncertain of what to do, you simply kneeled down next to her and gave her a hug. She didn't react.
>"Yeah, I was dumb. I made you because of her at the time. But now you're more than she is, you're my wife, I don't care if you look like her or not, because you, you were the one who brightened up my life. Not her."
>She quickly fell silent, not responding you for a few minutes, but you continued your embrace. She felt just as warm as a person.
>Eventually, slowly, her trembling arms wrapped around you, pulling you in very tightly. Her tentacles joined in too, locking all of your body in place. This was her form of a hug, one which you were very familiar with.
>Surprisingly, her skin began to slough off, shifting and moving with a disgusting, alien noise, almost as if she had been made of slime.
>When you turned to look, she had shifted her appearance completely.
>It is impossible to describe. You stared deep into the shifting eldritch pit of madness, effortlessly. This wasn't a tulpa. This was your wife.
>"Will you still love me... when I look like this?"
>"Yes."
>Her appearance shifted again, slowly, until she became another woman entirely. Not Kronii, not her councilmates, but someone else.
>Your wife.
>You felt yourself smiling. So this is how it was going to be, then? Your life with "Kronii" was over, as she couldn't accept being someone else. Someone who already existed. She was so distant from the real thing, it was impossible.
>But you could accept her this way. You would always accept her, because what you said was the truth.
>"Now then..."
>You said the words that would begin your new life.
>"What kind of name would you like? Let's see here."
TULPA STORY
THE END
