I switched the tab on the computer from Ponysquare, to my Google Docs, reviewing the Vocaloid information document my friend sent me. Shaking my head, I laughed lightly. "Why, Alyssa? I only recently got into Vocaloid, so why send me an entire list?" The cursor slid over several names, but stopped on what(As far as I know) is the most popular name in the Vocaloid fan base: Hatsune Miku. "Miku!" I said, a joyous tone in my voice. As fast as I could manage, I opened a new tab, and entered the url for my favorite music website: Grooveshark. Quickly, I searched 'PoPiPo Hatsune Miku', and clicked on the first song that appeared, bobbing my head to the song.
On a more serious context, I was still at school, researching several 'Breaking News' stories, including one with multiple people simply vanishing. Humming, I furrowed my brow, looking over the information another friend had 'borrowed' from the local police.
After all, you can't do anything without snooping around, right? Right! Anyways, I moused over the most confusing bit of info. Mumbling to myself, having looked over the same thing dozens of times.
"Let's see...each disappearance so far seems to be tied to this exact email address..." I always wanted to do this, so instead of simply pondering, I leaned back in my chair, pondering. "Hmm...who are you, GodofChaos@gmail.com?" As I spoke, a new notification appeared in my inbox. I clicked on the new mail, smiling widely. "Ahahaha! Is that all it takes? Well...I accept!" As I looked over the email, somebody told me to shut up.
Dear Joshua,
You wish to discover what happened to those people? Well, I am willing to let you join them. Your ruthlessness may prove quite admirable in the long run. My test is simple, really. But I can't spill everything quite yet, now can I? Simple click here, and you will begin at once. Unless you don't even care about seeing which is truly better: Chaos, or Harmony?
P.S: Don't bother trying to bargain with me. I won't end my test before it concludes.
"Wha-But- Ok, bring it!" I said, clicking the link. Almost instantly, I regretted it: "No! Crap, there's a Doctor Who marathon tonight!" The computer screen seemed to swirl and morph, as a strange tugging sensation enveloped me. I was so desperate, I grabbed a hold of the table behind me. "I need to stop checking my email at the library!" I shouted. My hold slipped, and the last thing I could remember before my vision went black was seeing my dog tag, a Nightmare Night dog tag, fell on the floor, the 'chain' completely ruined.
~Twilight's Home~
I sat up groggily, rubbing my forehead. "Ow...that hurt...." My voice sounded strange, higher in pitch, and it felt like there were more syllables than what I was saying, but I wasn't focusing on that. Out of habit, I didn't open my eyes immediately, but instead kept them closed, reviewing everything that had just happened, and why it felt like I had kissed a table. Without the familiar sounds of home in my ears, I couldn't help but wonder what happened. "Let's see...Sore face, I no longer feel like absolute shit..." I licked my lips, and frowned. "My lips feel different. No broken skin, no dryness. Why?" After musing aloud to myself, I finally opened my eyes. "Uh...what?" All around me, the walls appeared to be made of wood. Above, was a loud commotion, but I couldn't understand a word that was being said.
Almost as soon as I stood up, I wobbled, and decided against standing. Looking around, I hadn't yet noticed anything else new about myself, as something dropped on my head. "What?" I looked up at the ceiling, where up above, must bear the source of the commotion. I looked down, my eyes completely ignoring my new body, as my curiosity was captured by the small box in front of me. On it, was a small note.
The others might have trouble understanding you without this. try not to break it, ok?
Puzzled, I opened the box, and inside was a...microchip? Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a microphone laying on the ground, and reached for it. Upon grabbing the device, I smiled. It felt so right, having the microphone. "So...what do I do with this chip?" Only than did I finally notice what had happened. Finally, I noticed the red crop top, the red gloves with circuit patterns on them, and the red skirt. The boots I didn't mind, seeing as they actually looked pretty cool, being brown with white at the top, but it was what was UNDER my new shirt that frightened me.
"Wha....I'm a girl now!?" Frantically patting my head, I directed my vision upwards, seeing the brownish reddish hair, and felt a pair of headphones resting over my ears.I tried to remain calm, hoping to save my total panic attack for a few minutes later. Of course, I failed to keep my panic suppressed, and I didn't remain calm. I began to hyperventilate, taking shallow breaths, feeling my chest rise and fall. The feeling only added to my panic, but thanks to an old habit, I bottled up my panic, before suddenly releasing it in a shrill scream.
After my scream petered out, I closed my eyes, running my hands through my hair, taking long, deep breaths. Finally, I opened my eyes again. "What the hell happened to me? And...If I've been turned into a Vocaloid, which one am I?" I began to ramble, muttering things to myself.
The sad thing was, I had no idea where I was, and that all this time, I was speaking Japanese....