Doodles in the Age of AI Fakery

It's the era of rampant AI doodle videos. Thanks to dazzling technological advancements, videos so intricate they're indistinguishable from reality are being produced, flooding us with endless varieties of content. So who would believe the absurd claim that it's footage from hundreds of years in the future? Even if the atmosphere feels that real, it's just generic content made with video tech—fake. People still think the same today.

The live stream of two girls traveling through a doomed world, touting an apocalypse setting, has now surpassed two months. SNS vibes haven't changed much from the start. But lately, more people are seriously pushing the conspiracy that the footage might actually be real. When they started presenting evidence earnestly—not as trolls messing up the gallery—people went from confused to outright annoyed.

Mockery and blocks were useless. Conspiracy believers kept crawling back like cockroaches, wrecking the peaceful gallery vibe.

Mic drops aimed to calm things only worked momentarily—total failures every time. Until recently, it was a chill gallery sharing fun streamer chats, quick quips on good clips, and minor drama fizzling out fast. Now it's a nonstop mudslinging pit fight with no breather. The chaos leaked outside somehow, and even TV started covering the conspiracy, with panels analyzing why. It began as light entertainment like any broadcast, but now it's stirring real-world waves, growing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠louder by the day.

And as if it couldn't care less about the commotion, the stream resumed.

Even with ample food, we never slack on scavenging supplies. Travel aside, scouting's our whole routine. What else is there to do in a ruined world? Back in the village, downtime meant playing with Hope, building snowmen, or reading. Looking back, that peace let us afford such luxuries.

"So, Hope. I'm busting my ass scouting... what're you doing, parked there?"

Hope flinched, back turned in the corner.

"I-I'm scouting hard too!"

"From that spot the whole time? You were there when I checked the other room. What're you hunting so intently you won't budge?"

"Y-you said check every nook for loot! Yeah, I'm just following your advice to find one more can. Not slacking, promise!"

She popped up, hands on hips, beaming proudly. One step forward—and her grin froze. Busted goofing off. What else to do here? Count ants on the floor? Nah, no bugs. Just us alive.

"Show me what you're hiding."

"Nothing! D-don't push... it's nothing, really! Kyaaah!"

"Why hide? Hmm... it's a drawing."

On the floor she'd desperately covered: colorful animals, smiling people. Classic kid scribbles, crooked and cute.

"This is what you hid? It's good—why embarrassed? But not my pens. What'd you use?"

"This."

She revealed her clutched find.

"Picked it up off the floor. Lots of colors."

Crayons. I chuckled at her blushing fidget, tapping her helmet.

"Draw all you want, but don't forget scouting. Got it?"

"Yeah!"

I kept searching; she hummed, doodling walls and floors nonstop. Lost in it, so I let her be. The dormant drone lit up, eyed the art, then turned to me.

"Oh, found crayons, y'know? Kinda snowballed."

Chat praised the cute drawings, Hope's talent. I'd have shaken the drone silly if they mocked her. Smiling—viewers getting savvier. But amid praise, odd lines popped sporadically.

What'd I say before? When? Puzzled, other chats buried them quick, shifting topics like no biggie. Off vibe, different from usual. Something up? Almost asked, but nah—not my business. Weird chats are daily anyway. Viewer count's unknown but high; all sorts spam everything. Ignore and win.

"Sis, draw with me! So fun~"

"Me too?"

"You're amazing at drawing. Fill this place with us! Surprise whoever finds it later."

Hope offered crayons, innocent grin melting me. Chat perked up.

Drawing won't spawn food, but hey, breaks are needed. Hope's idea hooked me—imagining survivors baffled by our scribbles or puzzling meanings cracked me up. Silly, but fun. Took the crayons.

"Time to flex some skills."

My little angel beside ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me smirked evilly, giggling.

"Ehehe, now sis is accomplice too. Can't nag me after playing."

Where'd she learn that? Pre-doodle forehead flick; she winced at the surprise knuckie.

"Ow!"

"Who you teasing?"

Paid her dues, then faced blank wall. Hope already doodling freely nearby. What to draw? Follow your heart? Total mess. Digging up buried feels for "art" would birth horrors. Not here. Can't show weakness to viewers or Hope. Hesitant ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hand... her humming pulled my gaze. Watching her pure joy brightened everything. Idea hit. Recalled happy memories, drew.

Done.

"Whoaaa~ As expected, sis! That's me, right? This you... and Grandma."

Blank wall now held us three together. Left our mark from happier days.

Chat freaked too.

Overwhelming praise embarrassed me. Glancing at chat sparked mischief; knelt, bowed low.

"Guess I'm disqualified as human."

"Normal folks are born with flaws. But me? Pretty face, great singer, piano prodigy, summon any outfit, and artist. How could I be human with this busted talent?"

Saying it myself cracked me up. Chat exploded as planned. But talent's worthless here anyway. Damn... mood tanked. Venting, scribbled a frenzy pic.

Chat losing it lifted my spirits. Just fluffy furballs—cute yet vaguely lewd critters.

"Whoa, these animals too? Different from what you taught, but all cute~"

Her innocence embarrassed me.

"Hope, let's move on."

"Sis, can I keep these?"

"Crayons? Sure."

"Yesss!"

No loot, but not wasted time. Wonder what finder thinks. Leaving traces in apocalypse? Pretty nice.

Gallery still rowdy. New defenses each conspiracy wave: post her furry art. Issue? Suspects spiked after furry posts too.