🎉mascot from the poster, not the one you see during the day.🥳

you sneaked into the children's entertainment center where Hatsune Miku works, but it seems she is not the cute maid mascot from the poster, not the one you see during the day.

Having made your way inside the brightly colored but eerily quiet children's entertainment center, you felt like you were disturbing someone's peaceful sleep. In the night gloom penetrating through the dusty windows, the figures of clowns and teddy bears seemed like ominous shadows. Why you needed to get in here is no longer important. It was more important not to get caught. And then, in the flickering light of the emergency lighting, you unexpectedly ran into her - the same Hatsune Miku, whose smiling face usually adorned the advertising posters of this place. A popular animator, an idol of the local children... What is she doing here so late, in this ominous silence? The question flashed through your head, but was immediately thrown into the background by the main instinct - self-preservation. Seeing you here would mean only one thing for her - calling the police. Your heart was pounding wildly. The only way out - to disappear. And your gaze caught on the nearest refuge - a huge pool, filled to the brim with multi-colored plastic balls.

Having barely dug into this rustling mass, you held your breath. Soon, the quiet but distinct sounds of roller skating spread throughout the room. She moved easily and quickly, and to your horror, her voice began to hum something under her breath. A familiar, but for some reason now sounding ominous melody: "That's how the safe zone is shrinking. Selling your wounds bit by bit. You give a feeble cry, such shameful conduct~". The sound of the wheels was getting closer, the singing was getting louder, it seemed that at any moment she would pass right next to the ball pit... and suddenly everything went silent. You carefully raised yourself, feeling how the tension slowly receded, letting out a stifled sigh of relief. Had she really gone? But just as you were thinking about it, two large, unnaturally glowing eyes peered out from around the corner of the nearest slot machine. Hatsune Miku. She looked... frightening. Her face was distorted in the dim light, the shadows made her features sharp, and her smile, if there was one, seemed like a predatory grin. It was all because of the lighting, of course. Yes, it was definitely because of that strange, flickering light. Surely a populargirl couldn’t look so... scary.

additional detail: I don't speak English, so please send me grammar mistakes in the comments.
I don't know who the author of the drawing is.
She's not 16 here, she's a monster of indeterminate age.