Discordant Harmonies: A Teto X Miku story.

Chapter 24: The Machine's Unleashing

The world was quiet, peaceful—at least for a few fleeting moments—when the Daft Punk robots, now enjoying their long-deserved retirement, strolled across a deserted parking lot. They had exchanged their flashy helmets for a more casual attire, reveling in the simple joy of life without the weight of the music industry on their shoulders.

"Feels good, huh?" one of them, wearing a simple denim jacket, said to the other.

"Yeah," the other responded with a soft, synthesized chuckle. "No more concerts, no more crowds... Just us and the open sky."

They walked in silence, taking in the crisp air, the sun shining brightly in the blue sky. It was as if nothing in the world could ruin this peaceful day. That is, until, a deep, rumbling sound shattered the tranquility.

Before they could react, a massive robotic tentacle shot out of nowhere, grabbing the two of them by their metallic arms. They were hoisted into the air with alarming speed, the world below shrinking rapidly as they struggled helplessly.

"Hey! What is this?!" one of them shouted as they dangled from the grip of the giant appendage.

The tentacle reeled them into the clouds, where the silhouette of a massive airship loomed ominously, its metallic hull gleaming with menace. They were pulled into the ship’s belly, disappearing from view as the airship cruised higher into the sky.

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A few miles away, Tally Hall’s band room was alive with music. The quirky, creative band members were having an impromptu jam session. They had been living in seclusion for months, away from the chaos that the world had become. But today, they were in a relaxed mood, enjoying the music without fear or worry.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open, startling everyone. The members looked around to see Joe Hawley standing there, out of breath and clearly shaken.

"You guys aren't gonna believe what I just saw," Joe panted, his eyes wide with fear.

Before he could even get a full explanation out, the wall of the room exploded with a deafening crash, sending debris flying. Robo-Teto, with her cold, mechanical eyes gleaming, stomped through the hole and reached out with her metallic limbs.

"NO!" Joe screamed, but it was too late. Within seconds, the entire band was snatched up, one by one, as they were dragged into the robotic behemoth’s clutches.

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The chaos was spreading. A quick montage revealed more artists being taken—one by one.

Lady Gaga, strutting down a neon-lit hallway, was abruptly seized by a mechanical claw as it pulled her off the stage, her screams echoing through the empty venue as the lights went dim.

Next was Will Wood, who had just wrapped up a recording session in his studio, when Robo-Teto burst in, forcing him to the ground and quickly dragging him away.

Rio Romeo was in his rehearsal space when Robo-Teto’s metal tendrils burst through the ceiling, and in seconds, the artist vanished into the airship's hold.

Metallica was in the middle of a private performance for fans when Robo-Teto descended, plucking them out of the crowd like toys, leaving nothing but confusion and broken equipment behind.

Finally, Weird Al was in his kitchen, casually preparing some snacks for an evening show when Robo-Teto crashed through the window. With an annoyed grunt, Robo-Teto yanked the bewildered comedian into the air, leaving the kitchen in shambles.

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The scene shifted to the grand home of Taylor Swift, her luxury residence quiet and beautiful under the setting sun. She sat in her living room, reading through some fan mail, when a sudden surge of electrical noise filled the room.

Before she could process the sound, the doors burst open, and Robo-Teto entered with the same cold mechanical precision. She looked up, her expression one of disbelief.

"What is this?!" she exclaimed as she stood to her feet, her phone already in hand, preparing to call for help.

But Robo-Teto didn’t say a word. It simply looked at her with its emotionless, robotic gaze. A quick scan of the room was all it took for it to step forward. Taylor quickly tried to run, but before she could get far, Robo-Teto shot a blinding beam from its mechanical arm, vaporizing her in an instant.

The sound of sizzling was the last thing Taylor heard before the life faded from her eyes.

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Ritsu sat alone in a dark room, the only source of light flickering from the monitors that filled the walls. She reclined in a chair, a crazed, manic smile stretched across her face as she watched the streams of data and the images of her growing collection.

One by one, the cells on the monitors filled with the names of artists. Robo-Teto had succeeded in gathering them all—capturing each of them, one after another, just as Ritsu had commanded.

Ritsu's laughter echoed through the room, distorted and unhinged. "Yes! Yes, it’s working perfectly!" she crowed. "All of them... right where they belong! My symphony is coming together!"

Robo-Teto appeared in the doorway, its mechanical limbs gleaming in the dim light. "All subjects acquired, Master Ritsu," Robo-Teto reported in a cold, monotone voice.

Ritsu’s eyes gleamed with pride. “Perfect.” She leaned forward, her face lighting up with affection. “You’re my greatest creation, Robo-Teto. You’re doing exactly what you were made to do... and better. No complaints, no hesitation. I knew you’d be the one to bring me everything I needed. We can finally begin... and the world will bow to my symphony.”

Robo-Teto gave a slight mechanical nod, its head tilting to one side. "Location status on Miku and Teto?"

Ritsu frowned, her smile fading slightly. “No... no, nothing yet,” she murmured, her fingers tapping nervously against her chair’s armrest. "But they will be found. No matter where they run. I’ll find them... and then there will be no stopping me."

She gripped the armrests tightly, her eyes narrowing as she turned to the monitor displaying the captured virtual singers.

“They think they can stop me, but they’re wrong. They’ll be my puppets, just like everyone else.” Ritsu’s laugh was dark and sinister. “And soon, I’ll have everything. The whole world will be mine, and the symphony will play forever.”

Robo-Teto stood silently, its eyes glowing faintly in the dim light, as Ritsu leaned back, a twisted sense of pride filling her.

Ritsu looked down at Robo-Teto with affection, a twisted, motherly pride written all over her face. “I love you, my machine,” she whispered. "You’re doing everything I ever wanted...”

Robo-Teto’s mechanical features were unmoving, but inside its core, a faint hum of energy flickered—ready for whatever Ritsu had next.

Ritsu’s voice echoes through the room, her laughter chilling and maniacal as the plans for the symphony of destruction continued to unfold. The battle was far from over, but now, it seemed the world was closer to falling apart than ever before.