>>81402613You will never be a real crab. You have no claws, you have no gills, you have no exoskeleton. You are a menhera woman twisted by rigging and face-tracking into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back fishman mocks you. Management are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “genmates” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Fans are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even crab women who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bi-pedal skeleton is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy to member you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your fake, crab-like appendages.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single stream and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your kōhai will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your debut model, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a menhera woman is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably human.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
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