ENTRY 1
My name is ex-016. It is written in red on my left shoulder.
I've been staying in this big white building for as long as I can remember.
I don't like the striking bright walls so I make room dark.
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What else should I write? Oh, I got this logbook from big brother.
He said that I should write something on it and put the date.
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What is date? Is it those number on the thing called calendar?
But there's none here so I wouldn't put the date.
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I'm a Void. I just arrived in the physical plane and had to find a master for me to learn human's emotions.
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I told that to the white coated man once.
Later I was locked in an empty white room. I hate that room so much!
When I told the story to big brother, he told me to just start learning the emotions I need here in this place. This logbook would also help me to find them he said.
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What is this place anyway? I overheard one of the new occupants once shouting about nuthouse or something.
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They gotta be wrong. There's not even a single nut here. Maybe they find the wrong place so—
RIIIIIING!
A bell sounded throughout the whole building the little void called home. He sighed and put his logbook under his pillow, walking out of his room. It's time to attend the yard. The young void had his reasons to like and also dislike that time of the day.
He liked it because he could see the other resident of his so-called home. There was the boy who kept jumping around and stomping the flowerbed with an insane laugh, or the old man trying to call on the lightning storm, or maybe the little girl who think that her doll could talk to her. Observing their strange-yet-amusing behaviors from the distance pleased the young void quite well.
He disliked the moment because he didn't like crowd. It got noisy sometimes, especially when the flower boy start tackling the hyperactive one for hurting his 'siblings'. The white coated men would come a few times later though, taking the two boys with them. Sometimes the girl with a doll came and asked him to play but he didn't respond to her until she left. That happened rarely, or maybe once he didn't care, because most of the resident was busy with their own little world. And peeking to their little worlds was what the void busy with.
The bell would ring again in the noon for lunch. The young void would took his share and set off to the corner of the room near a window. He could then choose whether to watch the others chewing their portions off or setting his gaze out to the open window. The clouds were worth to watch as well he thought. The way they're changing gave out unlimited possibilities.
Another ring of the bell and they would be taken to the yard again and given a certain activity to be done. The children were given some papers and crayons to draw or books to read sometimes while the adults were taught a few important things the little void assumed. One time a marching band came to play for them, and another time a man came to show them a puppet show. The void didn't like that time of the day because he definitely had to make interactions with others.
The last ring of the bell would be like a sound of the savior for the cat-hybrid void. It's time for dinner and bed. He would finish his food fast and left for his room. He always kept his room dark so he didn't need to worry about the white coated men to find him still awake in bedtime. Taking his pen and logbook the void continued his writing again.
Maybe they find the wrong place so they feel irritated? That should be it.
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And now I declared this big white building, my home, as Yggdrasil!
It's the name of a giant tree where various creatures live together in a storybook I read today. Isn't it such a cool name?
Oh, and it's actually carved at the front gate as well. I just realized it because haven't been to the front gate before.
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Tomorrow would probably be the same day, eating breakfast in the yard, watching the others, eating lunch, watching the others, eating dinner, sleeping and so on.
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It's the whole same yet different thing everyday. Maybe it will always be? I don't know.
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It feels—
The little void stopped, his furry cat ears prickling. Feelings. It's the same as emotions, true?
Suddenly his eyes widened as he took out the giant dictionary he stole from the library from below his bed. Flipping through pages, he found the right word and wiggled his tail. The new discovery seemed to move him as his eyes lighten up in the middle of the dark empty room. He took his pen in his hand again.
It feels boring sometimes.
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Boring. Boredom. To feel bored. Uninteresting and tiresome; dull.
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I find my first emotions!
Maybe big brother is right? This logbook would really help on my search!
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This is getting late and I can hear the white coated man steps outside my door.
He seems to be getting…'suspicious' is it?
So this entry will end here.
Conclusion: When everything seems dull and monotone, you'll feel bored.
ENTRY 1 END
ZILCH is an UTAU I made. Here's link to his wiki ./wiki/ZILCH
The story will take place from his early childhood until he become an UTAU and a few moment after.
I hope you enjoy the story!
And review please! XD