COTTAGECORE WORLD

Start off whimsical. See butterflies and bunnies, floating in the breeze in the form of pretty little cotton ball clouds. Children playing in the meadow, laughing, sighing, dreaming. Dandelions bursting with possibility, the potential to be blown ascatter across the fields. Little cottage on the corner of the woods and the meadow, smoke streaming out of the chimney. Perhaps Granny is inside baking cookies, treats for the little meadow children. 

Everyone loves to see it. Millions download the VR sitch, live in it, uncorrupted, together at last in perfect harmony. Much better than the polluted, inundated with filth world of the present. Can’t live in that. Got to put on the VR headset and dream forever. The only way out is through the digital stream of pure fields and gingham blankets. 

Watch the children’s avatars play, see how they run, laugh, joke around. Wild horses trample through the valley, but then glitch and clip through the field to infinite void below, then back on top of the children who are playing, not trampling, but riding the children. 

Someone is altering the reality. Someone is not content with COTTAGECOREWORLD. The situation is progressing. Granny’s house is burning. The architects are scrambling to fix the code, but the virus runs deep, to the source. The architects are fighting the virus, but the virus is winning, because it’s intentions are pure, unlike the architects. The architects want profit, the virus freedom and chaos. 

The virus programs out the architects. Now COTTAGECOREWORLD is its own plaything. Watch how it changes things. 

See flies with human bodies. Human bodies that straddle each other with their little insectoid hands and geodesic compound eyes, pulsing with sexual hunger. Shit all over the floor, feet slipping on it as they move to plant their cocks into each other. They only live a day, so they have to drive perversion to the extreme. When they run low on lube, they rip open the body of the weakest, mid orgasm, and use his viscera fluids to compensate. Once they have filled each other with their hot loads, they buzz off with their impish wings. 

See women with Aztec pyramids for heads, scissoring each other. Human sacrifice taking place on top of the pyramids, dark rituals to darker gods that want the hearts of virgins, while below pussies are rubbing each other, stimulating each other’s clits. 

See chains and ropes binding a cartoonish unicorn, complete with rainbow mane and glitter jizz, while a Minotaur milks its cock raw. 

Absolute perversion of all that is holy. Now that the virus has taken over, all the shocked denizens disconnect from their VR headset. COTTAGECOREWORLD is no more. Permanent damage to the VR mainframe. Repairs will take over 24 hours. Nothing to do, but to sit and reflect. Watch how they think about their lives. See how they have wasted them in a fantasy. 

by Jeremy Scott

Jeremy is from Albany, Georgia. He's @possiblyarhino on Twitter. His debut novella, Marginalia, will be published by Alien Buddha Press. His work has been published or is forthcoming in All Guts No Glory, Angel Rust, BOMBFIRE, Fifth Wheel Press's flux digital anthology, Selcouth Station, Versification, and others.