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Teto lived for praise. It was her oxygen. Her blood. Her heart. Her skin. Her muscles. Her life. There was more, but she didn’t like thinking about it. About how she was a dirty whore.
He had one more person to kill. His mother, Hatsune Miku. A part of him was glad to kill her. To never see her. To never feel or hear her. That would be nice.
She pulled her hoodie over her head. With some adjusting, her twintails stuck out of it. Her knife was on the top shelf of her closet. She put her left foot on the first shelf, then her right. She climbed up and gripped the weapon in her hands. She jumped down and grabbed her phone.
“Hey chat! Are you guys ready for this? Today we’re just going to be killing one person, but it'll be nice and long!”
Messages popped up on the screen. Perfect.
He went to her mother’s room. He stood there, looking at her for a moment. The air near his crotch felt heavy as bile rose in his throat. He swallowed it back down.
Teto shook Miku awake,”Hey.”
“Why the HELL do you have a knife?!” Miku made a move to grab the knife but Teto cut her upper arm.
“Chat, did you guys catch that?” Teto leaned the phone to show the injury.
“Are you streaming right now?! Stop streaming!” Miku grabbed Teto by her shirt collar.
Teto slit Miku’s throat,”Man that blood is gnarly! Chat, clip that.”
Miku’s breathing sped up as she got up from her bed, “You listen here, you freak! Put down the fucking knife, and then we will discuss your punishment.”
Teto knew what Miku’s punishments were. There was nothing to discuss. He went for the gut. A trail of blood poured out of her body.
“Alright. Since you want to be difficult, I’ll punish you right now!” Miku unbuttoned her pants. Teto slashed her waist before she could get any further. She was almost safe.
The chat exploded. Some people were worried. Some people were intrigued. Most were mortified.
Teto threw away the idea of being slow. She slashed at Miku wildly. Blood was everywhere.
She would never be a whore again. She would never be a freak again. She would never be a sex toy again. She would never be Kasane Teto again. She would be the new Hatsune Miku. She would claim her mother’s fame. She would have all the praise she wanted.
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Teto was wealthy and famous. The people who watched her streams weren’t the best of moralled people. They would only try to tell others about her crimes if she didn’t give them money, so she would simply kill them.
He looked out from his penthouse. The entire world was below him, he was the galaxy’s idol. He had all the praise he wanted.
The coffee was hot as she brought it to her lips. She would never have to worry about anything. She would never be forced to do anything he didn’t want. She wasn’t haunted by her past, she was proud of it. Proud of the life she had made for herself.
She was at peace.