The only sounds heard from (Y/n)'s bedroom were the clacking of a mechanical keyboard and the clicks of a mouse. What could she be doing in there?
The girl in question was sitting in a chair, eyes never leaving the computer monitor in front of her. On the screen, the familiar interface of the Vocaloid 4 editor stared back at her. Green bars stretched far across the piano roll. She moved a few and shortened another. When the play button on the top of the screen was pushed, soft vocals played out of a speaker, nearly silent.
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*Bottles broken after every time our eyes meet
Dedicated life, oh I pray you never see me
Please don't think of me forever in the wrong way
Pictures of your face from the era of the recall
Hanging on the wall
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(Y/n) smiled. The notes were perfect! They matched nicely with the original song. Self-confidence increased, she went to export the audio-
A sharp knock came from the other side of the wall.
"(Y/n), please go to sleep already..." Her sister, Allie, complained.
"Sis, just wear earplugs. The volume isn't even too loud!" (Y/n) replied. "The walls must be thinner than I remembered..."
"I'll tell Mom if you don't-" (Y/n)'s eyes widened in fear.
"Goodnight!"
A threat to be tattled on was terrifying in the (L/n) household. (Y/n) quickly put the monitor to sleep and rushed to her bed. She threw the covers over herself and sighed.
"I really wanted to finish it tonight..."
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The loud blare of the alarm clock rudely awakened (Y/n) from her sleep. Her blankets fell off the bed as she stood up and checked today's date. The last Friday of the month, the monthly half-day at school. (Y/n) smiled and quickly changed into her uniform before going downstairs to eat breakfast. She'd brush her teeth (and hair) later.
"Good morning (Y/n)!"
(Y/n)'s mother smiled sweetly. Her hair was tied on top of her head into a tight bun, with a few loose strands framing her face. She was making a cup of coffee for herself.
"When you go back upstairs, can you wake up your sister? She overslept again."
"Again?" (Y/n) sighed in defeat. "Ok..."
She quickly ate her breakfast- waffles and milk- before running up the stairs and pounding on her sister's bedroom door. They had rooms next to each other and shared a bathroom.
"Hey! Get up already!" She shouted. A tired groan came from somewhere in the room before the door opened a minute later. There stood (Y/n)'s older sister by two years, still in her PJ's and hair disheveled.
"Today is Saturday, why are you waking me up so early...?" Allie asked, clueless.
(Y/n) smirked. "Today is Friday, dear sister. Good luck with getting to school on time~" This sent Allie into overdrive, attempting to shout at her sister while throwing on her uniform and applying makeup. Giggling to herself, (Y/n) went back into her room to finish getting ready. She got outside ten minutes later to wait for the bus.
While waiting for the bus, (Y/n) turned on her phone to listen to some music. She was met with the same old notifications: Some featured Amino post, today's weather, a missed call, and an update reminder. "Nothing too special...." She thought. Bored, she scrolled through one of the many playlists saved on her phone and... couldn't choose a song out of the possible 37. Slightly annoyed, (Y/n) watched as the bus turned onto her street.
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"When will she come back?..."
The room was nearly pitch black. Sitting in front of a dimly lit screen was a strangely dressed teenage boy. His skin was deathly pale, but was somehow his natural skin tone. His left hand seemed to be made out of robotic parts.
He didn't need food or oxygen to survive. He didn't know how that was possible.
"There has to be a way I can see her right now. There has too..." He muttered under his breath. He didn't know her name, the name of his master, but he had taken a small liking to her over the past three months or so of his usage. She had treated his voice respectfully as if she knew he was a real person, and not a voice given by a human with the same name as himself.
An idea popped into the head of the lonely boy.
Using whatever the technology in front of him was, he accessed is own editor. He began to create notes and tune his own voice to make it sound like a person talking. All he did was leave a small note of appreciation; nothing more, nothing less.
He smiled to himself.
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A/N: Thank you for reading the prologue! This is the first time I've written fanfiction in a while. A quick reminder that this is also posted on Quotev, under the same name. Prologue version updated on 12/15/18.
*The song lyrics in the cover (Y/n) is making is an actual song! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ScWbKmTfkFc