>>80555474Posting this prompt because I don't think I'll ever be able to write it.
>It's the future, After War 96. Humans live in orbit because the Earth is polluted with nuclear radiation and hellfire.>But sometimes, people go down to the surface to scavenge for lost tech and other treasures.>Anon 1 and Anon 2 are on such an expedition. They've been tapped to look into this ancient bunker under the ruins of what used to be Tokyo.>Judging by the age of the elevator that brings them underground, it had to be at least 50 to 100 years old, made after the first bombs dropped.>Probably made by the people who used to live underground. Last anyone heard, there was none of them left. >Instead of finding routine ruins, however, Anon 1 and Anon 2 find a pristine copy of an office in the middle of Tokyo in the 21st century>Outside, it's a sunny day with the hustle and bustle of a living, breathing city>Surely, it was some kind of Hologram, but it was beautiful nonetheless. Nether of you Anons have seen the sky the way it looked on Earth ever. >Then you both notice that, on the Art Deco-styled walls, there were photos of what looked like an idol. There's statues of her too. And all kinds of figurines and merch that... crumble upon touch.>They must've been that old. >Anon 1 then remembers: This girl, this "Sora," must've been one of those "VTubers" his grandfather told him about. >And she spent all this time living down here, surrounded by all these memories. >Perhaps she was still alive, even.>"Well, where is she then?" Anon 2 asks. >"Whaddya mean where is she?" Anon 1 replies, gesturing to a bunch of photos of Sora and other VTubers in a dressing room. "She's right here. These are all her pictures.">"Yeah, but... you said VTubers were piloted by real women, right?" >"What about it?" >"Well, all I'm seeing here is the VTuber," Anon 2 says. "So... where's the woman?" >Anon 1 does not know what to answer. >Suddenly, there's a noise. Anon 1's the first to check it out. >Coming out of the dressing room door, he sees this impossibly beautiful young woman with blue eyes and long, brown hair. She gives Anon a smirk that's sweet, alluring, and sinister all at once. >"Hey!" he shouts to Anon 2, pointing down the hall. "The girl's over there!" >"What the hell are you talking about?" Anon 2 says, looking at the same direction as Anon 1. "There's no one there, man.">He's right. There *is* no one there. Just the same pristine office corridor. >"What the fuck..."