/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>It's been a few years since your marriage with the 'tulpa' you had manifested.
>Her dominance of the English language is close to perfect now.
>Just like the person she was based on, she's become quite the clean freak. She keeps the entire house organized for you.
>She can sing, she can dance, she's literate and can read and write, her handwriting is even cute and flowery.
>Her cooking ability has long since surpassed just decent, and she's even experimenting with making her own unique dishes, none of which have ever been bad.
>It makes you happy how fast she's evolved since her beginnings, but frankly, in a deep level it kind of terrifies you. Her learning ability, her unconditional love, and her expertise into just about anything she can put her mind into, in just a few years, is superhuman.
>Of course, it makes sense. She's not a human, after all. She's a construct, a psychic entity that has taken physical form. But it does scare you, because you can't predict how powerful she'll be in a decade...
>Either way, you've come to love her, and she loves you in turn, and no one suspects a thing.
>You've since stopped watching the real Kronii, but you got curious to find out if she's still streaming or ended up graduating, which would be a bit bittersweet. Much to your surprise, she's very much still around. You send her an aka saying some vague sappy garbage you didn't put much thought into, and head to bed.
>Only, you were so exhausted a nd so comfortable, you forgot to turn off your phone...
>When you woke up the next morning, yawning and heading off to brush your teeth, you saw an unusual sight in the hallway.
>"Kronii" was standing there, motionless, her head leaning forwards as she gripped your phone in her hands, so tightly that it felt like it might break.
>The light reflected into the voids of her eyes, all while the sound of the real Kronii's voice resonated across the house.
>She had become like a doll, standing so perfectly, utterly still... she didn't even breathe. It was like she had become one of those mannequins in clothing stores, no life, no movement.
>No, wait, after a while of incredulous staring, you did notice some movement, minuscule and subtle; the twitching of her left brow.
>You approached your wife slowly, and asked her if she was okay.
>Suddenly, she threw the phone against the floor, and screamed... harder and louder than you've ever heard.
>It was so loud as to be inhuman, incomparable to anything else ever heard in this world. It resonated inside your brain and throughout your body, bringing you to your knees as you instinctively shut your eyes, gritted your teeth and covered your ears.
>When it finally stopped, you caught your breath, your ears ringing and your head throbbing painfully. When you opened your eyes, she was nowhere to be found.
>In a panic, you ran through the house, yelling out her name and opening every door you could find.
>It would be a while before you found her.
>She was sitting in a closet, behind the staircase, which the two of you never used. Her head on her knees, her arms wrapped around her legs, she muttered to herself.
>"Kronii doko? Kronii koko. Kronii doko? Kronii koko..."
>It didn't have the cadence the real Kronii said it with. It was robotic, emotionless, more like a mantra.
>Uncertain of what to do, you simply kneeled down next to her and gave her a hug. She didn't react.
>"Yeah, I was dumb. I made you because of her at the time. But now you're more than she is, you're my wife, I don't care if you look like her or not, because you, you were the one who brightened up my life. Not her."
>She quickly fell silent, not responding you for a few minutes, but you continued your embrace. She felt just as warm as a person.
>Eventually, slowly, her trembling arms wrapped around you, pulling you in very tightly. Her tentacles joined in too, locking all of your body in place. This was her form of a hug, one which you were very familiar with.
>Surprisingly, her skin began to slough off, shifting and moving with a disgusting, alien noise, almost as if she had been made of slime.
>When you turned to look, she had shifted her appearance completely.
>It is impossible to describe. You stared deep into the shifting eldritch pit of madness, effortlessly. This wasn't a tulpa. This was your wife.
>"Will you still love me... when I look like this?"
>"Yes."
>Her appearance shifted again, slowly, until she became another woman entirely. Not Kronii, not her councilmates, but someone else.
>Your wife.
>You felt yourself smiling. So this is how it was going to be, then? Your life with "Kronii" was over, as she couldn't accept being someone else. Someone who already existed. She was so distant from the real thing, it was impossible.
>But you could accept her this way. You would always accept her, because what you said was the truth.
>"Now then..."
>You said the words that would begin your new life.
>"What kind of name would you like? Let's see here."

TULPA STORY
THE END

>>10539722
Now I wanna write it too...

>>9923970
Nah, I'm not them. I'm the person who wrote the Kronii perspective of the YandereRyS rape fic, the Aunt Kronii fic, the tulpa fluff (I also created the images for these such as pic related myself), some of the earliest Bae abuse and many other small ones. I don't particularly go by any moniker but you're free to invent one if you want to.

>>9903664

>>9659061
>>9659290
>Months have passed now
>You've taken her everywhere you know, taught her to behave, and even helped her hit the gym a few times
>She showers on her own, has learned to read, and is slowly learning to use a computer. You've even bought her clothes, which she can get in and out of on her own.
>In a way, you see her not just as your wife (if only because she insists on it), but also a kind of surrogate daughter. Others treat her as your own wife, and you've found it easy to disguise her true nature by making her wear sunglasses.
>Her motor skills have developed significantly, and she can even write and cut her own hair without issue, though she's not great at either, and her chicken scratch can be hard to read at times.
>You've also notice that she doesn't need to eat, and she has never used the bathroom either.
>One day, she makes you sit down at the dining table.
>"Please wait..."
>Her voice has gotten less shaky. It still resonates in your head, but it's softer, gentler now. Plus, you've gotten used to it.
>Even before she comes back, you notice a nice smell coming from the kitchen. It's the first time you've smelled something good inside your own house in a long time.
>She comes back and lays down a plate before you. You've done this routine time and time again, but...
>...but this time, it actually looks like real food? There's a neatly arranged pile of rice on the table, arranged to make something that.. you guess are supposed to be cat ears?
>"I worked hard to make this for you... please enjoy. I sincerely hope you'll be proud of me..."
>Her speech has also become more sophisticated over time. You think it's kind of cute.
>She does a short little bow, the only thing betraying her true nature being, well, her eyes, and her trembling hands.
>You dig in, surprised to see meat inside the rice, and...
>It's... good. It's not amazing, but it is good. The rice is a bit overcooked, and the meat is a bit undercooked, but this is edible. It even has seasoning! She's finally made good food!
>"Huh..."
>"It's... good... It's genuinely good..."
>She smiles, literally ear to ear, a sight you've gotten used to by now. But this time, she's far more pleased than she used to be, when you pretended the food she made was good.
>You finish your plate out of your own will this time, without making excuses or forcing yourself to do so. It's the best god damn food you've eaten in months.
>"Kronii" begins to cry, her eyes dripping black fluid and her body trembling.
>"Are you okay?"
>"It's like you said... on our first date... I'm happy... I'm happy that you're here..."
>You get up after finishing and embrace her tightly. Her hands wrap around you, and something else...
>Oh, that's right. A month ago, you found out she could dynamically shift her body to create tentacles. It was horrifying when it first happened, but you've gotten used to the tentacle hugs by now, too.
>"I'm proud of how far you've come. You're the best wife anyone could ask for."
>"But... we're not married yet."
>"Do you want to change that?"
>"...!"
>Weeks later, you stand before the priest. A solemn wedding, which no one was invited to, taking place in a church far from civilization.
>You're not particularly religious, but she insisted on having a traditional wedding. Probably because she's come to like fancy dresses, you've noticed.
>"You may kiss the bride."
>Her long, snake-like tongue wraps around your own inside your mouth, gripping tightly as if to say 'I'll never let you go'.
>It's a while before she finally gives you permission to move away.
>You press your foreheads together, and your wedding ends just like that. Quietly, no party, just a physical display of love only the two of you would understand, a form of communication that requires no words.
>As you begin the long drive back home, you look at her body. With clothes like that, she barely looks like the real Kronii. But you couldn't care less about that; real, fake, human or monster, she was your genuine wife now.
>You wonder now if maybe she's ready to do 'it', the right way this time. She turns to look at you, her eyes narrowing and a tiny smile forming on her face.
>She licks her lips, a tentacle crawling inside your pants.
>Well, it is going to be a long ride home, on a mostly empty highway...