Realities (Yandere Fukase x Reader)

Chapter Two - Through the Screen

  "My name is Fukase, and I have been singing for you this entire time!"

  ~ ~ ~

  "... What do you mean by "I"?" Now (Y/n)'s confused again. Great.

  A few seconds passed by before the next set of notes appeared.

  "I can explain everything to you! Just a minute..." His voice trailed off.

  The editor began to glitch as soon as the notes stopped playing. Nothing, either clicks or text, could be inputted. A few graphics moved out of place and others disappeared completely, but it ended as soon as it began. Everything was the back to normal, besides the addition of a new section on the top bar. A green dot was now shown with the word "CONNECTED" right beside it. A drop-down menu was there too, but the only options were to pause or play.

  "Ok, this should be easier to work with now!" Fukase spoke completely on his own, startling (Y/n). His voice was far more human than ever now. The green note bars didn't appear on the piano roll. This is his actual voice, not a few pre-recorded samples.

  "Woah, what happened?" (Y/n) asked.

  "I'll get to that." Some shuffling was heard in the background, proving that Fukase was using a microphone to speak. "But I don't know your name yet!"

  Oh. That's right.

  "Sorry!" (Y/n) awkwardly laughed. "It's (Y/n)."

  The only sounds heard for a few seconds was that of a pencil against paper. Fukase sighed in content before mumbling to himself in another language assumed to be Japanese. Then, the paper was pushed aside.

  "So, where should I start?..."

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  Fukase was laying on the floor, now that he didn't have to enter notes in his own editor to speak anymore. He stared up at where the ceiling should be, but there was some code flying at top speed instead. Around him were his few possessions: a hat and cane, a living doll named Point he always carried with him, the strange screen/tablet thing, a pen, and a book that resembled a journal. It laid open to a random page, where the name (Y/n) was carefully written in big letters.

  "Maybe I should tell you where I am or how I live or..."

  "Yeah, where are you?" (Y/n) unintentionally cut him off.

  "Well, I'm not sure about that... I see letters and numbers flying above me. Maybe I'm hidden somewhere in the code."

  "You're actually in the Vocaloid software?"

  "...Probably."

  "Is it possible to live there?!" Her voice was tinted with disbelief.

  "For a normal person, it should be impossible. But, I'm not completely human." Fukase looked at his own hands while speaking. They were so cold and pale that he minus well be a living corpse. His left hand was scarred all over and had a few assorted metal and robotic parts embedded into his fingers and palm. A few ribbons were tied the same hand's wrist, leading up his arm and disappearing into his coat sleeve. They reached to his elbow and connected the robotic parts of his hand to his bloodstream, keeping him alive. If Fukase dies in the code, his voice would be lost forever. No one would be able to explain a widespread glitch that permanently deleted or distorted all of the audio samples in a specific voicebank. The only thing that could be done is re-recording all of the audio and releasing them as a required update.