/jp/ - Otaku Culture

It was the 500th time that Hibiki had to eat in one of the bathroom stalls, or at least the 500th time since she started to bother keeping track. This would be her fourth summer at the producing agency and she was still yet to get any noticeable fanbase outside of the usual assorted perverts, stalkers, and mental cases. Her career was a lackluster backfire of perpetual backup singing and photo shoots, those horrid fucking photo shoots with the cameraman who always insisted on giving her a "happy ending" for every session they had. She wondered what she was doing with her life, why she thought moving away from her home town was such a great idea.There she had friends, family, a place to keep her pets, but most of all she had a home. She then remembered that she barely had enough money in her bank account to live off of let alone the travel fare to get around town. She tried masking her decrepitude with a perpetual smile and an open willingness to make friends with anyone who she could have take the pain away for even just a minute, but it just didn't seem worth it any more. No one noticed her outside of her being the "island slut" image that was supposed to make her popular. Not even her own producer seemed to care who she was or what she did as long as she showed up on time and did what was told of her. A revelation had struck her for the first time ever since she was bullied by the other girls into eating in the stall. She had finally figured out what that dead eye look Chihaya had was about on the day right before she took a nosedive off the rooftop of the production's office building.