Glitched Into My Own Fantasy

I created her. Every pixel. Every curve. Every tattoo.

She was supposed to be my custom rogue assassin in Eclipse Core VR, the most immersive virtual reality experience ever made. Facial tracking, sensory feedback, real emotions — they said it would “blur the line between you and the game.”

I just didn’t expect the blur to be permanent.

One second I’m booting up the simulation, testing the final build of her dialogue tree — I even added a sultry voice and a sarcastic attitude. Next thing I know?

Blackout.

Reboot.

And I’m her.

Standing knee-deep in this glowing neon lagoon. Wearing… well, that. With her voice echoing from my mouth, and her thoughts leaking into mine.

“Confidence is a weapon, darling,” I just heard myself say.

Except I didn’t mean to say it. It’s like she’s still in here — watching, smirking, influencing every step I take.

The devs are offline. No emergency logout. And the “personality override” was turned up to MAX for testing.

Now I’m stuck in this bombshell body, acting out flirt lines I wrote in a cave I designed… while players online keep sending me hearts and tip boosts.

And part of me?

Part of me loves the attention.