A/N: This is the first chapter. It probably won't make sense until the second chapter comes. Also, all mistakes are intended.

Disclaimer: I don't own Vocaloid.

The year was 3294. Civilization was collapsing around us, and we doubted humanity would survive this. There were three of us. Well, one was a stuffed animal, so there were two of us. My name is Fred. The other guy's Ted. I have a feeling our parents knew each other. But let's get back to the story.

Someone was destroying humanity by complete mistake. That's a pretty big mistake, don't you think? I infiltrated a boat looking for her so I could arrest her. However, I got on the wrong boat and soon found myself in the middle of the ocean with this madman. I stowed away for a couple of days before realizing that there was nothing to eat on the boat but fish. FISH. THAT IS WAY TOO MUCH FISH. I wonder why we have so much fish. Maybe because TED SPENDS ALL DAY FISHING WHILE HUMANITY IS COLLAP

SING. TED, BE RESPONSIBLE. WE ARE NOT OTTERS, WE ARE WAIT WE ARE NOT MOTAL. THERE IS A DIFFERENCE SOMEWHERE AND TED STOP HIJACKING MY JOURNAL.

Okay, let's stop ranting. We've been out at sea, eating nothing but fish, for a couple of months. I have never seen land since I got on the wrong boat, which I deeply regret. Wait, Ted, are you confusing us for otters? yes of course Ted, have you been infected? I TOLD YOU TO NOT GET INFECTED, AND WHAT DO YOU DO?! YOU GET INFECTED. TED, BE RESPONSIBLE. AND STOP TALKING TO TETO!

Anyway, I'd like to tell you about something that happened one day. Ted was fishing (as always), and I was looking for land. Then, I saw something. Was it land? No. What was it? A stuffed fox floating on the water. You don't see that every day. Anyway, I think it infected Ted. TED, ARE YOU OKAY IN THE HEAD n O Oh dear, I'm the only sane man here. I never thought it would come to this. TED STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF. STOP TALKING TO THE STUFFED ANIMAL

TED WE NEED FOOD. STOP BEING CRAZY AND FISHING. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU. UGH TED PLEASE.

TED CAN YOU TONE DOWN THE CRAZY? I CANT TAKE THIS . TOO MUCH

WE HAVE A PROBLEM HERE. TED IS NOT FISHING. THIS IS A MAJOR PROBLEM! I will prepare to find land as soon as possible to see if humanity survived.

Ted is all wrapped up in his cabin. I think he finally caught a cold. That's what you get for fishing 24/7. My search for land has found nothing.

I HAVE FOUND LAND. It is a tiny island that has a single coconut tree. I am allergic to coconuts. Is fate laughing at my face?NOPE. TED YOU ARE SICK GET SOME REST.

I set up a beacon on Schadenfreude Island. Hopefully, we will be found. I'm sending out the boat for more islands.

We found an island that has nothing on it but a single fish. We have also discovered an island that is abundant with plants. Sadly, they are poisonous. There are also some animals here, but they have venom.

Ted is gone. I think he wandered off without telling me. He's nowhere on the boat at all. What if he drowned? TED ARE YOU OKAY?!

Ted's probably dead by now. I'm going home.

Okay, that last sentence is easier said than done. I have eaten nothing but fish for the past few months. I WANT SOMETHING OTHER THAN FISH. THE ONLY PROBLEM IS THAT THE BOAT BROKE AND NOW WE HAVE NO WAY OF GETTING HOME. THE CREW IS GETTING WORRIED AND HUNGRY AND WE NEED TO GO HOME NOW. P.S. THE CREW IS ME. I AM THE ONLY ONE ON THE BOAT

At long last, I have found an island with people on it. The thing is, everybody on this island is dressed in identical coats, jackets, scarves, hats, and boots. Also, I can't understand a word they're saying. At the very least, I'm eating something other than fish.

I have found out where I am. After finding someone who speaks my language, I managed to find a way back home. Civilization seems to be recovering from the disaster. I wonder if this will be my final log. P.S. Shave and a haircut could not be found. Just the haircut.

I am at the airport, waiting for a flight to the city where I left my car before going on this adventure.

*We could not read most of the rest of the log.*

Must I say anymore? Humanity is no more. We may still be alive, but we are human no more. This is the end of my log.

March 13, 3295
-Fred

Annals of the truth

Our First Mate is going crazy. He believes that the only person on the boat is him. He also likes to yell at this one person named Ted. We shall have to run some tests to him to see if any of the purple cherries have gotten to him. He appears to have false memories of having a stuffed animal, being named Fred, and a guy named Ted. He also thinks that he is on a boat that has Ted on it. Further tests will be taken.

We found an island with people who dress like each other. It appears they are speaking some foreign language. Chinese? Japanese? German? Italian? French? Russian? More will be documented later. We have found other sources of food. At last, we have other food sources than fish.

We finally got rescued. Our position was on an island that pretty much no one visited. The First Mate seems to be recovering too. He finally recovered some of his sanity, and went to the airport we started at to fly back to his city.

This is strange. For some reason in the airport, our First Mate keeps cursing at this guy named Ted. Does he not know our captain's name is Kiyoteru? He died though.

First Mate is now insane. After regaining some memories, he completely snapped. Now he screams about Miroir and killing them, whoever they are. We will have to conduct tests and lock him in and asylum.

*The rest of the file was corrupted, and it could not be saved except this one part.*

We're sorry, Kaito.

- Len, Rin, ****, and ******.

December, 14, 3299.