(What REALLY happens if you get a Perfect on Sadistic Music Factory)

It took a while, but I finally did it.  I finally got a Perfect on Extreme in Sadistic Music Factory!  As I had finally cleared the last part, the doors closed onscreen with the words "Factory Breakout".  

Since I had passed Chance Time, though, the words shuddered and blinked out.  The doors flung open, as "Factory Breakout" turned to "Eternal Prisoner".  Looking sadistically cute as ever, Miku lunged at the screen, as if she was about to grab the camera.  It was kind of scary, but I wasn't too frightened.  After all, it was just a game.

Finally, the results screen appeared.  No Safes, no Misses, no Worst.  I'd gotten a Perfect on one of the hardest charts of the game!  I couldn't wait to move on to the next (hopefully easier) song.

When I pressed the button to return to the menu, something strange happened.  Instead of the song selection screen, the Sadistic Music Factory PV replayed itself.  Without the notes in the way, I realized how creepy the song really was.  But still cute.  Miku was incapable of not being cute.

The ending also followed the Chance Time success PV.  "Eternal Prisoner" showed up onscreen, and Miku once again lunged at the camera.  This time, however, she was getting closer and closer...A little TOO close.  What was happening?

The words "Eternal Prisoner" blinked out as Miku got closer and closer to the screen.  Then the TV glitched out, as her form slowly began to actually leave the TV and enter into the living room.  Little by little, Miku left the screen, first her outstretched hands, then her face, and finally the tips of her shoes.  The glitching stopped as Miku found herself, fully formed, in my room.

It really wasn't what I was expecting.  She didn't have real-world proportions at all.  Instead she was a tangible replica of herself in Future Tone, an anime character made real.  She was in her Factory Tyrant module too, which at the moment looked too real to be a costume.  An elegant, shiny black dress with turquoise trimmings and buttons, a whirring CD on her chest long gloves with cogwheels on the wrists and matching boots.  Her eyes were a shiny bright red, her cheeks had a small cog tattoo, silver cuffs secured her twintails, and a black factory chief's hat on her head.  She looked every bit as adorable and terrifying as she was in the video.

She looked right up at me, her eyes wide.  "Finally..." she said.  Her voice sounded like Miku, but a little too robotic.  She grabbed my wrists without me resisting.  "Found youuuuu....." she whispered creepily.

"Wh...what's going on?  M-Miku?" I said, shivering.

"I've gotta say, the power of this game is pretty amazing!" she said.  "I thought I would never find a more efficient energy source when I imprisoned my producers!  But here you are..."  She laughed.

"Miku, what's going on?" I asked.  "Why are you doing this?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Miku said.  "I created that level specifically to find people who could make music for me the fastest!  And YOU, my friend, have passed the test!"

"W-wait!  What are you going to do to me?" I asked.

"Why, take you to my music factory of course!  I could ALWAYS use more workers!  With all of you feeding me music, I could live forever!

I went pale. "Miku, you're not really going to do this to me, are you?  Sadistic Music Factory is just a song...You're not really like this, right?  Right?"

Miku began to laugh maniacally, like a supervillain.  "Silly human....  I CAN BE ANYTHING"

She jumped into the TV and yanked me forward, head spinning, pixels flashing, until I was in the world of Sadistic Music Factory.  Miku pushed me towards the looming building, cackling.  

"Keep going, servant!  We're almost to your new home!  I can hardly wait to see how much music you'll make!  Kyahaha!

True to her word, Miku kept me trapped here.  She set me up in front of a panel like the other workers, stuck in an endless run of Project Diva.  I've tried to escape before, but Miku always caught me.  I can't even fight her, because even though she was sadistic and egotistical, she was still Miku, and I couldn't bring myself to hurt her.  Ironic, really, that I used to wish that I could go to the Vocaloid world.

I should have been more specific.

But it's too late for that now.  For you see, I am her

ETERNAL PRISONER

(Not a creepypasta, just an idea off the top of my head.  I might turn this into a series.  DIVA Zone maybe?  Let me know if you want to see more!)

(Oh, and if you were trapped in the world of a DIVA song, which one would you pick?  Me, I'd choose LOL.  But...I'd probably end up on that Victorian street anyway...)