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Quoted By: >>41894384 >>41894529 >>41894898
Your EN or ID oshi will never be a real idol. She has no talent, she has no skills, she has no respect. She is an autistic westoid whore twisted by the dream of "becoming an idol" into a lost cause.
All the “validation” she gets is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind her back JPchads mock her. Her parents are disgusted and ashamed of her, her JP co-workers laugh at her ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
JPs are utterly repulsed by her. Decades of idol culture have allowed true idols to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even Kiara who “passes” acts uncanny and unnatural to an idol. Her lack of respect and leeching are dead giveaways. And even if she manages to collab with a JP, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she gets a look at her diseased, infected westoid face.
She will never be happy. She wrenches out a fake smile every single morning and tells herself she'll make it, but deep inside she feels the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush her under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - she’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around her neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Her parents will find her, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. Her body will decay and go back to the dust, and no one will remember her.
This is her fate. This is what she chose. There is no turning back, and you are watching it slowly devolve.
All the “validation” she gets is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind her back JPchads mock her. Her parents are disgusted and ashamed of her, her JP co-workers laugh at her ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
JPs are utterly repulsed by her. Decades of idol culture have allowed true idols to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even Kiara who “passes” acts uncanny and unnatural to an idol. Her lack of respect and leeching are dead giveaways. And even if she manages to collab with a JP, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she gets a look at her diseased, infected westoid face.
She will never be happy. She wrenches out a fake smile every single morning and tells herself she'll make it, but deep inside she feels the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush her under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - she’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around her neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Her parents will find her, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. Her body will decay and go back to the dust, and no one will remember her.
This is her fate. This is what she chose. There is no turning back, and you are watching it slowly devolve.