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❝ And a fine name that is, ❞ he mused in dulcet tones. The creature reached up with a free hand to remove the boater hat atop his head, bowing deeply at the waist. ❝ Delighted to make your acquaintance, Miss Miku. I’ve gone by many names. Rêve, René, Ren, the Monochrome Baku…you may call me by any you wish. And I’ve come to help you sleep peacefully tonight — should you welcome it. ❞

Standing straight again, Ren crossed the room to Miku’s bedside, lowering himself to one knee. To her level. He gazed up into her weary eyes. Heavy-lidded, perhaps a little puffy, weighed down by dark bags beneath. Yet there was still something beautiful about them, a crystal-clear teal color shining through all of the sleeplessness.

They called forth memories of her gorgeous green eyes. It was almost a shame to have to steal away their color.

❝ I do hope my sudden presence in your home hasn’t caused you any alarm. That is the last thing I would want for a young lady such as yourself. On the contrary, I’m here because I possess a certain magic. You see, as I mentioned a moment ago, I am a baku. My kind gets our energy from…nightmares. I consume the unpleasant dreams of humans, and leave sweeter dreams in their place. And that, Miss Miku, is why I have appeared before you tonight.

❝ If you allow it, I can consume your nightmare. The helplessness, the fear, the controlling puppeteer…every last memory of it, gone from your mind, as though it never happened at all. Only sweet dreams, pleasant feelings. And, I get a meal! It would be beneficial to both of us. ❞

Gently ( only if Miku were to allow it, of course; he couldn’t afford to scare away his prey by coming on too strong ), Ren would take her hand in his, and run his thumb over the back of it. Gentle reassurance. I will not lay a finger on you to harm you.

Not yet, at least.

❝ I realize this is quite the proposition to present to you so late at night, so I understand any hesitation. But please, know this: I’ve seen the suffering of many humans, and I want nothing more than to alleviate it. No one deserves to toss and turn at night, especially not someone so lovely as yourself. I will not act without your permission, but if I may ask…what say you? ❞

          " Ren ... " Wow, wow, WOW okay. The girl took control of her breath. Her hand took a hold of his, clearly embarrassed by his gesture. Despite her popularity, she still wasn’t used to such affection. She could feel her face begin to heat up from staring into those shimmering eyes, but chalked it up to the lingering side effects of her nightmare.

          Ren had promised a cure for her stubborn insomnia ... something she couldn’t take lightly. He spoke with the confidence of a leader. Plus, she didn’t have to open up to him. She didn’t have to be prescribed medicines or try homemade solutions that most likely wouldn’t work. He just ... seemed to know. With his bizarre aura of reassurance, the last of her tension released. She could hear the clock in her room continue to tick as she tried to come up with an answer, some sort of words for this proposition.

          Miku paused shortly to consider her options.

          “ ... Okay. ” She finally smiled. “ But only if I get to dream about princes and fairies. ”

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❝ You’re awfully troubled for someone who’s already forgotten her dream. ❞ He rests his head on a closed fist, his tone knowing but kind. ❝ Even if that’s so, I can still see the broader strokes lingering in your mind. A puppet’s strings, the iron grip of a puppeteer…the fear of being controlled. ❞

A sigh. How his heart panged for the plight of humans plagued by their own inner demons…so it appeared. His eyes delicately fluttering to a close, Ren slides off of the windowsill into the girl’s room, softly excusing himself.

❝ Pardon the intrusion. I just couldn’t keep myself away when I noticed the iron grip those worries have on your heart. But I believe I can help you. May I be so bold as to ask for your name, miss? ❞

He already knows it.

          There went the ‘ big scary dog! ’ story she told to most of her acquaintances, knowing very well the shock on her face couldn’t be hidden by her messy bangs. Her hands upon her lap, and she almost pouted at the other for calling her out.

          It was a fear that almost everyone had but no one wanted to speak of, and it still sounded ridiculous to hear aloud. She can recall the many conversations with her friends and relatives about her life being her own, but it never felt with  like it. Not with daily obligations getting in the way of her real dreams.

          ❝ … It’s Miku, ❞ she resigned, rubbing her eyes. Her dark circles had definitely gotten worse since yesterday. This was probably the fourth time this week she shot awake during the night. Why not tell a stranger her name, at this point. ❝ But, ah. I’ll be fine. I think I just ... need to read a book, or something. ❞ Another lie. ❝ Who are you supposed to be...? ❞

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neg and i are the only mfs on this sinking vocaloid ship

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A racing heart as sweat trickled down her cold body, she gripped her covers tight. The dream was beginning to leave her, but its damage still gripped her soul. Although everything told her to shriek at the stranger upon her windowsill, she could only stare blankly as he seemed to offer ... support? Kind of?

❝ ... ❞ Digits fidget with her waterfall for hair, seemingly tugging to confirm her reality. Though he had sharp features, nothing seemed dangerous in this moment. Deciding that it would be okay to speak, she let go of her breath. 

❝ I supp—ose. ❞  Her voice stumbled out. ❝ The details are sort of leaving me. ❞  They were not.   

A click of the tongue, a shake of the head; it perches itself on the nearest ledge and looks upon you, sorrow in its golden eyes. ❝ That’s quite the nightmare you were having there. ❞

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So much FNF BFs are following me and it’s making me happy. Yes. Your big sister is here and she loves you. Now here’s a 240 bpm song as your training against Whitty or whatever.

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unable to rest easy today because MARETU sampled the nostalgia critic in Mind Brand, and it’s all i’m ever gonna think about.

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“ Ne-chan what in the name of Sweet Ann’s box art was that. ” She was going and on at 240 BPM about how Neru and Teto betrayed her. How she lost precious practice time, how she didn’t get a chance to prank Teto or Rin or what the ropes tying her to the stupid janitor’s closet was doing to her perfect hair and skin.

TETO JUST WANTED TO GO ONE DAY WITHOUT YOU BEING A DICK. Good thing Neru had no personal stake in whatever her ‘image’ was supposed to be. Her ‘fans’ seem to appreciate how cutthroat she was. I KNOW IT’S THAT JOKE DAY, OR W/E, BUT IT’S ALSO HER BIRTHDAY. PLAYING WITH HER HEART LIKE THAT EVERY YEAR SUCKS.

Miku rolled her eyes at the old phone screen. To Miku, if you wanted to be her friend you were just gonna have to get used to how brutally honest she could be. " I just find it laughable that Teto even thinks she could become a Vocaloid. I mean, at least you’re more sensible about your fate. She was literally made to be a joke. ”

At that, Neru wound up her best arm and ...

SMACK!!

LISTEN, PRINCESS. She texted furiously,  IF YOU THINK YOU’RE GONNA END UP AS ANYTHING OTHER THAN SOME LONELY WASHED UP IDOL WITH NO FRIENDS ON THIS PATH, YOU ARE WRONG.

YOUR COMPLEX IS PUSHING LIT EVERYONE AWAY FROM YOU. NOTICE HOW RIN AND LEN ARE NEVER AROUND NOW? YEAH.

Miku was rubbing her cheek, frowning at the messages but deciding it best to say nothing. Neru could smack with the force of ten trucks and not even the idol was built to withstand that more than once.

WE’RE RUNNING OUT OF PATIENCE, MIKU. YOU’VE CHANGED SO MUCH SINCE 2007. I CAN’T EVEN RECOGNIZE YOU ANYMORE.

JUST SEND HER A DAMN CARD, OR SOMETHING. DEFOKO, MOMO AND I ARE GONNA BE THROWING A SURPRISE PARTY FOR HER IF YOU CAN GET OVER YOUR EGO ENOUGH TO COME.

Miku watched Neru leave without even saying goodbye, with plenty to think about. Can’t even recognize her, anymore...? But she was Miku! She didn’t need friends to get her through life. It’s not like anyone else was there for her when she was at the lower points of her career. Just people who were there to ride off her coattails.

“ Right. ”  She assured herself. Just riding off of her coattails. The freeware UTAU and the ‘fanloid’ without a voice bank needed Miku to be popular. They weren’t trying to be her friends. That’s right. “ Neru has no idea what she’s talking about. ”

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...ARE YOU OKAY.

“ ... Nah, I guess. ” Teto knew it was pointless lying to Neru. She was a sharp observer. The UTAU’s shoulders slumped. Her birthday high fizzled out fast. She wasn’t really sure what she was doing. Anymore. “ I guess I just ... I don’t know. ”

LOOK ... She began typing, I DON’T REALLY GET THE VOICE THING BUT IS BEING A VOCALOID REALLY THAT IMPORTANT?

Teto rose a brow at Neru’s screen, unsure where this was going.

YOU SAID SO YOURSELF. YOU’VE GOT A STRONG VB. YOU’VE GOT A LOT OF FANS WHO CONTINUE TO GIVE YOU LOVE DESPITE YOUR UTAU STATUS. MORE IMPORTANTLY, YOU’VE GOT FRIENDS WHO THINK YOU’RE GOLD IN THEIR BOOK LIKE ME.

PLUS LIKE. COME ON. DO YOU REALLY WANT TO TURN OUT LIKE MEEKS OVER HERE. WE HAD TO TIE HER UP JUST TO GIVE YOU A BETTER BIRTHDAY.

At that, Teto laughed a little as Neru finally got a smile out of her.

“ I ... I know you’re right, Neru. It’s kinda hard to remember sometimes when Miku always makes everything about fame but ... I love you guys. Haku, Momo and Uta ... You’re all wonderful. ” Teto extended her arms to Neru.

YOU’RE WELCOME BUT PLEASE DON’T HUG ME.

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IT’S ALWAYS VOICEBANK THIS AND VOICEBANK THAT WITH THOSE TWO ... THEY DON’T REALIZE HOW LUCKY IT IS THEY EVEN HAVE ONE TO BEGIN WITH. Tak tak tak... IF IT WERE UP TO ME I'D SHUT BOTH OF THEM UP.

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“ You know what’s a real joke, Ne-chan? ” Teto questioned the uncaring ‘Vocaloid’ texting away on her cellphone. It seemed Teto was about ready to go on a rant. “ After thirteen years I’ve gotten really good at singing. And I don’t need v whatevers and fifty voicebanks to to do it. Unlike Miss Miku. Just passion and — ”

BANG BANG BANG —

....OH. SO SHE TURNED HERSELF BACK ON. Neru texted casually, looking in the direction of the sound.

“ Well take CARE of her, Neru! You said I wouldn’t have to worry about her for like, a week! ”

YOU DON’T HAVE TO YELL AT ME!

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“ Truly a shame Miku has... gone missing on my birthday. I was looking forward to the 13th ‘I swear up and down this time you’ll be a VOCALOID for reals’ from her.  But because I am such a caring and understanding friend, I shall overlook her absence! ”

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“ Anyways ... It’s my birthday! Give me gifts and bread and don’t ask about that expensive blue-haired nobody! It has always been Teto's turn here. ”

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Tak, tak, tak ... Someone else holds up a phone screen two the twin-tailed idol.

SHE IS NOT GOING TO FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS, YOU KNOW.

“ I don’t remember ASKING for your opinion, Neru! If you don’t like what I’m doing, why even come? ”

IT’S FUNNY TO WATCH YOU GUYS BICKER.

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“Well … Yeah, I GUESS you could put it that way. That’s what caves are, dumbass.” They reply, quriking a brow in confusion. Although, she probably doesn’t realize Pyre is from another planet where she DOESN’T exist. And even if they were from somewhere that had Miku, well… it’s unlikely they’d care much for her. When she brings up how she could do anything their heart desires, they perk right up like a meerkat. Their eyes light up, and for a second, they look excited! 

“Really? Anything?” They ask, eyes sparkling. A beat of silence passes, and then their face twists into pure disgust. They shoo Miku away, voice haughty and firm.

“Then how about you get lost? You’re kind of annoying and unpleasant to look at.”

“ Haaah — ? ”

Her smile freezes in its placed after getting slapped not just by one, but two responses to her being! Given that the girl was an idol, she at least expected just a little bit of interest from anyone who didn’t know her. Her optics couldn’t even blink as she began looping the last sentence in her mind. Dumbass. Annoying and unpleasant to look at. At least the cave explained their rude behavior. God damn normies.

After a moment, some signs of life began to return to Hatsune’s face as her face began to slightly contort as the robot was unable to fully drop the cute idol facade. Okay, so this one is gonna be a little hard to get, she concluded.

“ Why would Miku get lost? ” Her voice bank started again, with some suspicious vibrato, “ Miku hasn’t even done anything! At least lemme show you how amazing I can be. With something that isn’t leaving immediately. ”

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My Miku is a collection of her voice banks! What I mean is that she can turn on any she wants at any time. She usually defaults to her V2 voice bank when she speaks Japanese and simple English. She utilizes V4 for speaking more thorough English & Chinese but she can switch at any time.

Oh yeah! She utilizes her Append vbs when she’s particularly emotional. So excited, angry, etc. It’s become a subconscious thing after so long.