Olikase Oneshots

I Don't Exist

  I've been thinking for the past few hours now. If I'm a Vocaloid, I'm not real, right? Can I really do anything? Move? Interact? Feel? Not on my own. I'm only a program. This is what I'm made to do. I can't stop something, can I? But I'm thinking right now. Or was I programmed to do that too? I exist, I know I exist. I'm Oliver. But who is that?

  "Ollie!" Hio called to me, "Come down and eat something!" I don't need to eat do I? My life has been falling apart. Knowing your life is a lie, it's hard. I don't do anything on my own, yet I'm saying what I want. But is that what I want? This is to deep for me to understand. I groaned, getting up. My feelings aren't real- I don't have any real feelings- so I can't tell you if I was mad or anything. I walked down the stairs, dare I say systematically. I then slipped into the kitchen to grab a banana, my best friend, Len's, favorite food. But is it his favorite, or programming? They can't write feelings, I mentally told myself. I chewed it slowly, blandly.

  "Something wrong, Ollie?" Hio asked, adding, "You seem out of character today." Is it possible for me to act out of character? I was sick of all these questions. I slammed my head on the table in anger.

  "Woah! Calm down, Oliver!" Another voice said from behind me. Looking back, I saw Fukase smiling at me, "Wanna talk about it?" I shrugged, still not feeling anything. Standing up, I followed him upstairs. Down the hall, to the right. Yes, we were going to Fukase's room.

  He motioned for me to sit down next to him, I did so, gladly? How could I say that when I didn't even have really feelings? "So, Ollie... What's going on?" He asked, sounding concerned, "I want to help you, you know." His serious concern replaced his usually sarcastic self. I looked at him with a sad sigh.

  "I don't exist." I murmured, and started to sob, "You don't exist. This is all I've been feeling for the past week. Do I even think my own thoughts? Who am I? I don't even have real feelings! Kase, I don't know who I am anymore!"

  "That's silly, you're Oliver." He said, in an honest answer, "You'll always be Oliver. And besides, you have to have been thinking on your own. If not, you wouldn't be having these thoughts." He wrapped his arms around me, "You're gonna be okay, I promise." I sniffled a bit.

  "That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me." I joked, wiping my eyes as he shrugged, "I'm serious." I added the last part with a grin. "Hey! I'm nice!" He retorted, letting me go. I laughed a little. For the first time in awhile, I felt genuinely happy. And I knew it was happiness, because Fukase makes me happy. But I won't tell him that.

  "Hey look, I made you smile!" He started to laugh.

  "N-no!" I yelled embarrassedly, blushing a deep red, "I-I smile when I feel like it!" I pushed him away before he could even reason with me and my tsundere logic. "Oliver..." He started as I cross my arms and tilt my chin up. Stupid Oliver, stop ruining your relationship with Fukase. Fukase... Fukase, Fukase, Fukase, Fukase, Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase Fukase. Why is that all I think about?
There must be a flaw in my code.

  I didn't hate Fukase, I really didn't. But is he my friend? Or more? I might have been programmed to love him... I don't know. There's no way they programmed me to love anyone, is it possible that I can feel real emotions?

  "I want you to know that we all have real emotions, Oliver, so I'm gonna tell you something," No, please no, don't do this, it hurts, "I love you, Oliver." I felt myself tear up. Am I even allowed to love him?

  "Fukase... I love you, too." I mumbled quietly so he could barely hear, "Please don't leave me."

  "I won't."