Quoted By:
Kiara.
You will never be with Pekora. You have no connection to her, you have no friendship with her, you have nothing in common. You are a homosexual woman twisted by mental illness and failure into a one-sided parasocial relationship.
All the “validation” you get from her is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back Hololive JP and ID mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your Nousagi merchandise behind closed doors.
Calliope Mori is utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of hours of proper socialization have allowed her to sniff out fraudulent relationships with incredible efficiency. Even if you “get in close” with Pekora it will be uncanny and unnatural to Calli. Pekora's sentence structure when speaking to you is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk Pekora home with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, toxic mentality.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning 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 parents 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 birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a Nousagi otaku is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a video recording of your in a fake persona fawning over Pekora.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
Regards, Moona.
