Right. Yay. It's the author's note. Okay, so this is basically an angsty Len. I seem to have problems. Very major, disturbing problems, which seem to have reflected onto Len. Poor Len. Everybody mistreats him, mobs him with fangirls, and ships him ruthlessly.
Disclaimer: I don't own Vocaloid. Not even one of the programs.
They all hate me.
Everybody hates me.
Why are you looking at me like that? Of course. Since they all hate me, why should you be any different?
They ruined my life. Especially my twin.
My oh-so-loveable-twin.
My bossy, adorable, popular twin.
Well, you seem better than the others. At least you listen. The others just called me crazy.
They said that I was insane. They called me delusional. They called me paranoid. They didn't understand me.
Don't they understand how hard it is to be me?
Don't they understand how hard it is to be a shota? To sound like a GIRL?
Don't they understand how hard it is to have atrocious THINGS done to me? Those yaoi fangirls… they torture me eternally. Even regular fangirls… they scar me forever.
Most would have run away by now. Most would have called me insane, just like the others. The ones that locked me in here. This asylum. This horrible, terrible, COLD place.
The other Vocaloids called me crazy. They locked me away. I am locked away in here, waiting to rot. My only purpose is to tell kind souls like you my story. Those kind souls who listen. Those who realize that something is wrong. The only ones who care.
I know that that was short. That was my first fic. God… that scared me. That was so emo, and disturbing. Right. Please review. Please. I want to know how much I failed. So review.