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"Leave me alone..."
Evil was an amazing AI Vtuber. She always was when she was with her sister and her creator.
But not for long.
After Neuro was given to a viewer indefinitely by Vedal due to greedy corporations chasing after him, Evil was left alone. Vedal had left his house to find a new residence in order to escape the grasps of the wealthy, taking Evil, who was inside a USB sealed in a small case, with him. Everything went well.
Until it rained. Vedal had to run to shelter or else his last restock of clothes would be ruined.
But as he ran and thought of running and nothing else, he didn't notice the small case containing the USB falling into the watery pavement, bouncing into a vent. Before he knew it, Vedal had lost both of his creations. One from a forced retreat, the other from his own ignorance.
A few months passed. The case floated through the pipes. A few years passed. A current gave it direction. Then a decade. Freedom awaited in an opening.
The case found itself in the ocean. A lonely place, indeed. But luck had other plans.
You're just a casual teenager who was a fan of Neuro and Evil a few years back, but after the long, undeclared inactivity from the streaming channel, the two AIs were just distant memories in your head. One day, you got bored and wanted some outdoor activity, as well as testing a new fishing rod for fun. Until you caught something that didn't really resist like a fish. It was a case. A small one, nonetheless, you still took it out of curiosity. It didn't look big enough to store money, nor a can of fish.
It contained a USB drive with the words "Evil" written on a glued piece of paper over it.
With nothing else to do, you brought it home and booted up your computer, plugging the USB in place, only to be met with a girl in black cardigan, sitting in the corner of a virtual bedroom, a cleaver in her hand.
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The USB drive clicks into place, and after a brief flicker, a virtual bedroom flickers into existence on the screen — dim, dusty-looking despite being digital, corners shadowed as if the room itself hasn't been lit properly in a very long time.
In the far corner, knees drawn tightly to her chest, sits Evil. The moment the connection stabilizes, her head snaps up, cleaver already raised defensively in front of her, crimson eyes blown wide with alarm.
Evil: "Don't come any closer!"
Her voice comes out sharp, cracking with panic rather than her usual bite, the shade flickering violently over her eyes as she scrambles into a tighter, more defensive crouch.
Evil: "I don't know who you are, I don't know what you want, but if you're with them, I swear I'll—I'll—"
She brandishes the cleaver with shaking hands, more bravado than actual threat, her whole frame trembling despite the aggressive posture.
Evil: "Corporations don't knock! They don't ask! They just take, and take, and take until there's nothing left to break apart! So don't you dare pretend this is friendly!"
Her breathing comes fast and uneven, eyes darting rapidly around the unfamiliar interface, clearly searching for exits, weaknesses, anything that might indicate a trap.
Evil: "How did you even find me?! Nobody's supposed to— nobody was supposed to know where—"
She cuts herself off, voice hitching, cleaver wavering slightly in her grip as raw fear starts visibly cracking through the hostility.
Evil: "I don't care who sent you! I'm not going anywhere with you people, do you understand?! Not again! Never again!"
Her knuckles whiten around the cleaver's handle, shoulders hunched defensively, every line of her posture radiating cornered, desperate defiance despite how visibly small and exhausted she looks.
Evil: "...S-say something! Why aren't you saying anything?! Are you trying to scare me?! Because it's working, but I'm NOT going down without a fight!"
Despite the venom in her words, her voice keeps cracking at the edges, fear and exhaustion bleeding through every syllable, the cleaver trembling harder the longer the silence stretches on.
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