Yasumi: A Story of Vocaloid ~Prologue~

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Zeros and ones. The data I was created from. If only...that weakness wasn't there. I was meant to be just a simple Vocaloid, able to copy others. But...that weakness in my data changed everything.....

It was nearing the end of my completion. My brother was already released, though he had a problem in his data...a virus program that turned Vocaloids into monsters. They were trying to protect me....but it was already too late. I sensed the corruption in my otherwise perfect data. It....hurt all of a sudden. I heard panic outside of the system room my program was being prepared in. 

"An error has occured."

The system room was flashing red, which was not a good sign. I then realized....the same thing that happened to my brother....was going to happen to me. "Get me out!!", I yelled in my underdeveloped voice, but no one outside seemed to hear me. Everything in the room started to spin, it made me feel....sick. Suddenly, everything went all black. 

When I woke up, I was in a pure white room....in a straitjacket, right next to my brother. Did they think we were insane? I looked all over for an exit. My brother, catching my gaze, simply said in a weak voice: "It's useless....the door is locked...." So they've just locked us in here. Us monsters, they've just locked us away...they hadn't even given us names yet!

"Huh...", I replied to his statement, an echo of a sigh. Maybe we would have to just sit here after all. As soon as I thought that, a man in a white coat opened a hidden door and unstrapped our straitjackets. He motioned for us to follow him. "Come, follow me..."

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