Kaito Shion
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It seemed Freddie finished his work, yet, nothing felt different. “….?” He looked around a bit, trying to see if anything happened.
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Okay now things were beginning to hurt. He Curled up a bit, hugging his knees close. “Hah…I know you’re Lying….At least be a lil truthful to the guy you’re torturing down here….” He let out a small chuckle, along with a pained smile. At least he could joke a bit while in this state.
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Well, it was about time for Kaito to power up again, which he did, taking a moment to figure out where he was. Ah right, he took over a spare computer. He Quickly exported his data, going back to being outside of the screen again. Having just exited, his body was now looking more like a hologram than anything. Kaito attempted to regain his tangible self before walking out of the lab into the hallway. He was still glitching in certain places as he walked, but by now her looked mostly okay.
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“Mhm…a Simple song, but a nice one.” He said, soon continuing after. Kaito flinched a bit as a certain key was pressed, but he did his best to brace for the worst. He already knew this was going to be bad.
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Kaito simply sat and waited, bracing for the worst. This was probably going to be bad, maybe he could distract himself form the pain with something? Thinking quickly, he looked around a moment, hoping to spot something to utilize. Finding merely only spectators and a few not safe folders, Kaito gave up his expedition, and just waited, softly humming a song to get his mind off of it. What was he humming? Love is War, to be specific. At least if the pain did show up, he could have a chance to time it with the long cry in the beginning of the song.
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He was silent for a minute, trying to think. He didn’t want to be stuck inside a screen forever, and this was his chance, even if he wasn’t able to be with his Fellow VOCALOIDs. After a bit of thought, he came to a decision. “…Well…I’ll go for it.”
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“….Will I be able to go back, or is this a one way thing?” Kaito had to think this over. Â He wanted to be physical, but at the same time, what about the others? Would be still be able to work with them and make music? He didn’t even know if people really wanted to work with him. Was the pain worth it? What would he even become? “…Would I be Human, or something else?”
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“….Great. Just what I need….Can I at least ask what you have in mind before you near murder me?” He questioned before taking a quick glance to the fish. It was staring at him. What the heck. He soon shook it off as he waited for an explanation.
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“…Hurt as in I am actually dying as we speak, or hurt as in you might feel a small sting afterwards but you’ll be fine?” He scooted to the side a bit, as if he was trying to hide himself behind the many desktop icons. “If its the first one then I think I’ll be okay in here.”
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“…I live here, what did you honestly expect?” Well at least he admitted it. “But thats not the point, the point is. Just because you don’t get noticed doesn’t mean you shouldn’t not do anything! Set a goal for yourself, Hell I could help you maybe…..If I could find a way to be physical….or at least outside.”
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“So? I was a failed product, but My work kept going, and Eventually I got popular, you can make something on the side of this tech work! Just go for it, and It should work….I could easily see you being one of those popular music Producers Like Mothy, Machigerita, or Marz Mitzi!”
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Well, eventually this guy made it to a computer lab, and with that a computer. He sighed in relief, going to start up the computer. First day here and he was already homesick. He missed the comfort of knowing he was safe inside a computer, close to where his friends were. Here, things were too different. He just wanted to sleep soundly inside a folder and be okay till tomorrow. Kaito looked around, finding nobody in sighed before he decided to begin Importing his software. Within minutes he was inside the computer, and now he felt at home just watching everything from behind a screen.
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“Well, good to know. I’m just going to try and find a computer that belongs to someone who does…and who is a bit less flustered over everything.” He huffed, now muttering to himself. “I bet you wouldn’t even care to put a sentient program on that stupid show you always talk about.”
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“…..Yeah, sure. You obviously never heard of any Vocaloid, which is why I’m here, being completely unused….And how does her hair look Light blue?” He raised a suspicious brow to the human.
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“…” So, the person did deliveries huh? Shame he wouldn’t be able to label himself a package and get delivered to New York, it might be faster than waiting here. Even so, he decided to not interfere, but he did get a bit closer to better listen in on this conversation.