Vocaloid Oneshots!

What Point means to Fukase‼️

This will probably be the shortest fic I have on here. This is just based on my main au. For background: Len is the father of Oliver and Fukase. Ollie and Fukase's mom died when they were too young to remember.
(Accurate to my main AU)

Way before I could remember when I was less than a year old, my mom made me a plush doll. My dad has told me that she suffered with postpartum depression and she tried picking up new hobbies to distract herself. She wanted to make something for me. She made me a doll. When she finished the doll, she thought it was so ugly and cried more. She felt like an awful mother. Apparently, little me saw the doll and picked it up and played with it while I was left alone in a room for a few minutes. When my mom seen me with the doll, she cried more. But that time it was of happiness. Ever since that day, I've loved that plush. When I was old enough to talk, I named the doll 'Point'. I'm not sure why, but it stuck. I am 16 now and Point still sleeps in my bed.

My mom died when I was almost two. While my little brother was being born, there were complications. I was too young to understand why my mom was gone and why my dad cried everyday. All I knew at that age is that I missed my "mommy". I would always ask my dad about her and he would breakdown crying. I don't remember her very well now. She passed before I could remember anything. Even so, I still keep Point close to me. He's very special to me.

Sometimes I feel guilty that I have something like that from mom and my brother doesn't. Of course he didn't even know her and she had only known him from being in her belly for so long. He asks me questions about her sometimes and I can never answer. We have a hard time asking our dad things. Even after 14 years, he still gets distraught at the mention of our mom. He always happily tells us things about her, but we hate to see him looking so hurt. Sometimes I think that a huge part of my dad died the same day we lost our mom. Sometimes he gets so depressed and he's almost like a shell of a human. He still is a great dad obviously. He can't control it and I don't blame him.

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