#As BS as this idea sounds I like playing around with Miku haha//

[exsolis]

//A literal small portion of the fanfic/drabble I wrote for Miku involving her nightmare. It’s not that great, and makes no logical sense, but since I like to make myself suffer, I’ll share anyway.//

Miku stared ahead, nothing in particular catching her interest.

'Love?' 'Yesss.' He stressed that word so much. 'It's a strong and addictive emotion. It makes you do all sorts of things you never could have dreamed! You never thought you'd be like this...did you?' 'All I want to do...is stop the fighting. I don't want her to die.' 'Allow this to make that dream a reality. I'll help you---'

"Miku-san?"

Immediately, Miku stopped walking, eyes focusing on Shirabe's voice. They were all staring at her. "H-Huh? What's wrong?" Why were they all looking at her?

"We have to head back to HQ for a quick debriefing. Did you wish to come along?" Kirika asked. "O-Oh, uh, no. It's alright. I have a piano class to attend. Getting ready for a test next week."

"You sure?" Hibiki interjected. "Yes, of course. Go ahead."

There was a lingering silence, one Miku wasn't sure how to handle. Was something wrong? Did she miss something?

"Alright, we'll call you once we're done! We'll be right back!" Hibiki gave her a wink before running off with Chris, Kirika and Shirabe. Miku waved them off with a smile, allowing her arm to rest beside her after a few seconds before walking off in the direction of her class.

Silence once again. It allowed her to think too much.

Her piano class was noisy, however, but the keys were so soft and gentle under her fingers Miku believed she would fall over. At one point, she pressed down on the keys so hard it created a loud, distorted sound. Surprising not only herself, but the entire class.

"Kohinata-san, are you alright?" One girl asked. "Mm, y-yes. Why?" "Looked like you were dozing off." Another one spoke. "You pressed on the keys so hard it woke you up I think, haha. Been studying too much?"

A multitude of the girls laughed, Miku joining in eventually. "Of course. I'm so determined to pass, after all." "Always the diligent worker. Well," one of the girls placed her hand on top of the piano, "...guess we should leave you to it! We'll be here to help if you need it."

Miku nodded her appreciation as they soon went to their seats to look over some of the music sheets. Her eyes soon drifted back down to the keys.

"...What was that?"

She left the classroom without much incident afterwards, heading back towards her dorm. The sun was beginning to set; were they not done yet?

With no destination, Miku carelessly set her bag down on the table before kneeling down in front of it. She carefully set out the papers, spreading the music sheets across the table for her to read more easily. They had to study and memorize them, along with a written report of how the piece they selected may have affected them, or perhaps why they chose it in the first place.

Simple enough.

Miku chose to work ahead of schedule, awaiting a call from Hibiki or anyone else to let her know when they would be coming back. Hours passed, allowing the moon to replace the sun. Not a single call or text yet. "It's well after 8." Miku spoke, checking her watch. Did they get caught up in something? Very well could have been.

"At least I feel well prepared for the test." Miku smiled with confidence, finally taking her ribbon out of her hair with ease, allowing it to fall.

'They're coming. And you can't stop them.'

Her eyes shot immediately towards the front door. Was that a voice? Miku stood to her feet and walked over towards the door, awaiting the sound of a voice but was only met with silence. It wouldn't be Hibiki but she also didn't hear any sort of activity throughout the hall. Miku turned away from the door, focusing back on her work.

'We'll destroy them.'

Miku turned back towards the door. Not a single thing changed. Perhaps she left the radio on? The TV wasn't on either.

"What is--?" 'They're getting too close.' 'There's another vessel.'

The voices sounded garbled; she could barely understand a word. Eventually, Miku jogged over to the window, looking outside to notice any strange figures. It was dark, but she could easily see that everything looked normal. That is, until she looked up towards the moon.

The sky had a few clouds scattered about, but what caught her attention more was how red it was. Only once before did it do that---back when Lydian was first destroyed.

Her hands dug into her pocket to search around for her phone, taking it out and nearly dropping it from how fast her fingers were moving. The second she placed the phone towards her ear, there was a dial tone.

"The person you are trying to reach cannot be located at this time. Please hang up and try again." "What?" "The person you are trying to reach cannot be located at this time. Please hang up and try again."

With each call, Miku reached a dead-end. Tsubasa, Maria, Kirika, Chris, Shirabe---they didn't answer their phones either. The same message every single time.

"Why won't any of you pick up??" Were they hurt? Did they have any signal? Were they screening calls? But Miku was still considered an external agent, right? Then why would they ignore her if they knew it was her? It didn't make sense. Once she looked back out the window, she saw them all.

Lying on the ground. Lifeless. Unmoving.

"A-Ah..." She attempted to speak, yet broken air escaped instead.

They were equipped with their Gears, all of them obviously broken to showcase how hard they all fought. Sparks flew around them, Miku swore she could hear the popping of electricity in her ears. 'Another one. There's another.' Now her eyes got adjusted to the darkness.

Strange shadows hovered over them, surrounding them in a circle. There were a few others a bit further away, their piercing gaze staring in her direction. They were haunting, almost as if they were dead set on their goal, whatever it may be. Over and over she heard the word 'vessel'.

Vessel. Vessel. Candidate. Balal.

The words only got louder and louder as they made their way forward, coming closer and closer her way. Miku took steps back before turning to head for her front door. The voices didn't stop nor could she leave. The second she turned around, they were there, speeding towards her. Her heart pounding, Miku raised her arms to protect herself. "N-No...wait...!"

Miku gasped, lifting her head off the table. There was silence now, as her eyes darted back and forth between the window and the door. She physically got up to check the window to see... "...nothing."

There wasn't anything there. No one was lying down on the ground and she no longer heard anyone speaking. Even checking outside her door, looking back and forth down the hall gave her nothing but more questions.

But it was still late, well after 10 now, so where were they? She must have fell asleep for two hours. Next thing she did was take out her phone, ready to call but noticed a text message instead.

'Sorry, Miku. Talks have been going on for so loooooooong. But we should be done soon. If you're still awake, don't wait for me! Head to sleep! Just going to be late. Talk to you later!'

There was a sense of relief that washed over her the second she read it. They were okay. Of course they were okay. It was a nightmare, there wasn't anything to worry about.

‘No, no. Of course not.' Miku continued to tell herself that as she cleaned up her mess, preparing for bed.

But once she laid there in the dark, alone...her mind began to wander.

"...Vessel?"