Fulled by the many erotic and SEX themed tulpa fics you decided to work on making a tulpa a reality
Of course you were going to be cautious about it, the MLP screencap hunted your nightmares, you definitely didn't want to fuck up like that guy
So you expended two months researching the subject on /x/, on Tulpa.io and even on, God forbid, Reddit
It wounded your pride a little, but it was a better alternative than to fuck up your beautiful Kronii
After all the sleepless nights you knew everything that was to know about the art of tulpamancy, from the early stages of forcing to the advanced abilities like puppeting and possesion
You could probably write a paper on the subject, but that wasn't your objective. Your goal was a simple, yet ambitious one: to have Kronii by your side
For many hours per day you started to meditate, visualizing the Warden of Time's perfect body
Her beautiful hair and blue eyes, the godly breasts and thighs, the texture of her skin, the sound of her voice
Everything was done perfectly and slowly, you would listen to her streams when forcing her existence and when you went to sleep, trying to make her existence part of your subconscious
Everyday you've done this and after ten months of this routine... Nothing.
Not a smudge of her figure you could summon, not even her voice or other senses
Eleven months and this was your result
You could almost feel all of the anons in the world laughing at you and calling you a retard for believing such thing
The feelings of shame and anger were rising inside your chest, the frustration was so much that you couldn't remember a time in your life you had felt that way
What kind of autist fuck up was you?
In an attempt to escape those feelings you focused them on Kronii, you continued to watch her streams and to discuss her on /vt/ but your seething was palpable, you had become an anti
In your enormous seethe you saved money to superchat her a lot of hate messages during her one year anniversary stream, you even payed some SEAniggers to flood her chat and tweet Nanking's Massacre photos using her hashtags in the preceding weeks
Kronii was the only thing in your mind during that time
Maybe that was the cause of what came next

It was her one year anniversary
Her stream would start in some hours and you had planned everything. You were going to fuck her day up
While writing the superchats of hate in preparation you started to hear
Tick
What?
Tock
Maybe it was your imagination?
Tick
...
Tock
Nope. There was definitely the sound of a clock somewhere
Tick
Rising from your desk you started to search your house, trying to find the source of the strange sound
Tock
What the fuck.
Tick
It was like it was coming from another room, but
Tock
But no matter how much you moved and searched
Tick
The sound wouldn't become louder
Tock
Maybe you needed something to drink
Tick
You got some water and went back to your room
t O ck

W-what the fuck was that?
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
In the middle of your room, there was a figure floating
It was completely naked, being lifted by the slow rotation of the rusted piece of clock hands
Her legs didn't exist from bellow her knee, as if they had been amputated
In the middle of them you could see her vagina pour a dark green substance
Rising your eyes there was her mutilated belly, with multiple cuts spilling blood and her intestines
Her breasts were the same size you had fantasized for months, but the nipples were rotting and you could hear some distant melody come from them
And then there was her face. Enucleated and burned eyes with rotting flesh around them
Her mouth was at least two times bigger than what it was supposed to be, a grotesque smile showing hundreds of tiny teeth adorned it
T Ic K
You instanly vomited, a watery puke splashed the floor and your clothes
tttttttttoOOOcK
This shit can't be real. This shit can't fucking be real, please God, let it not be real...
You prayed nouseous, kneeling on your puke with closed eyes
t i C k
Please
ToooCK
Opening you eyes the monstruous Kronii was staring at you, inches from your head
From up close you could see every detail of her deformed existence, the horrible mistake you had summoned
You frooze, you could see everything, even smell the putrid mixture of flesh and rotting coming from her. That grotesque presence was real
Nonononononononono. Tulpas aren't real, they are not real, they can't hurt me, this shit is all in my head
She approached, from her nipples you could hear a grotesque and distorted version of her BGM
Tulpas aren't real, this shit is in my head
Her smile widened even more, her empty and burned eyes seemed to glare at you
This isn't real
Her arms touched your shoulders, pulling you into an embrace towards her chest, you could feel her intestines move and enlace your body, as if they were tentacles
This... please God...
When her face was just an inch from yours she speaked
"KrrroNIiii KOKO!"
Distorted and gutural, the voice of an abomination from hell
Make it stop. Make it stop please, just make it stop stop fucking stop pleasepleaseplease....
The last thing you saw was her mouth widening even more advancing towards yours

ANON DOKO?