“your friend is dead, and their corpse is inhabited by something only you can see for what it truly is" is already good horror. but "you begin to love the thing that wears their face"? the blasphemy of it. terror turning into desire. grief turning into longing. being enticed by what should repel you. it twists the knife deeper, because the horror is not based on deception anymore. the fear comes from recognizing the monster in its raw form and finding beauty there. you're not clinging to scraps of your friend, you're surrendering to something other, something wrong, and loving it. you're not holding onto a ghost of the past, it’s the monster itself that you choose

"why is this person drawing sexualized art of hatsune miku, isn't hatsune miku canonically 16?" hatsune miku is a voice bank. she's pretty much an electronic piano that goes Oo Ee Oo. hatsune miku is not a person with a life. nobody is doing CSAM of hatsune miku, because hatsune miku is not a C you can do M featuring SA about. that's a glorified slide whistle on the compyooter. you cannot psychologically abuse a theremin. it's generally agreed to be impossible to traumatize a harmonica. hatsune miku is a nonsapient synthesizer software addon. you can't do child abuse to a nonsapient synthesizer software addon. you cannot. do. child abuse. to a nonsapient. synthesizer. software addon. hello hello hello can anyone hear me

do you understand that drawing a picture of a cartoon software mascot in a swimsuit is a different type of action from abusing a child. that's not the same kind of thing. those are two different types of action. there is no connection between those actions. if someone draws a boob that person is not now guilty of assaulting a minor. do you understand. do you understand. do you understand. do you understand.