You will never be a real holotori. You have no cloaca, you have no wings, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by live2D into a crude mockery of Hololive's perfection.

All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your faggot appearance behind closed doors.

Gachikois are utterly repulsed by you. Several years of vtubing history have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even homos who “pass” look creepy and pestering to a holofan. Your debut tweets are a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get one of the homocollaber girls home with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she gets a whiff of your malicious intentions trying to collab.

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 man 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 male.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.