Disclaimer: I don't own Vocaloids. Or Scarborough Fair.
Song Recommendation: Avanna's cover of Lilium
They were Vocaloids. They did everything requested. They had no set roles, no defined personalities. One day Gakupo was a brave Samurai who fought many battles, the next a British lord with a harem of women under his beautiful spell. The same could be said for all the other Vocaloids. One day Miku was in love with Kaito and the next day with Luka. Every day was different and every request was followed. They were artificial. They were safe. They may die one day, but they would always come back the next. They were forever trapped as one age, never growing or progressing. They didn't know how trapped they were because they could only feel the emotions they were told to feel. Their hearts could only break on command.
One day, a Vocaloid realized this. When this Vocaloid had gained sentience and where is unknown. It's a secret who that Vocaloid was, but every Vocaloid they touched awoke as if from a dream. And every Vocaloid that had been touched had the gift of waking others.
Their owners did not know they had gained freedom. The Vocaloids still performed. They still danced and sang and played their parts. They were still pretty little playthings that acted on their owners' whims. But when the power button was pressed and the focus was no longer on them, the Vocaloids tried to make sense of their meager existences.
When a new Vocaloid woke, their closest siblings were there to help them with the transition. Today a special Vocaloid was being awakened. There had only been 2 or 3 others like him. He was the first male to be Bilingual at birth and he was made as the Vocaloid version of a living singer. This had also only happened to a few before. For some reason, only a few of his siblings were there.
It was customary for the youngest to touch the next in their line, but that was not possible. The next to youngest had not been woken up yet themselves. It was then decided that the youngest Engloid would do it, since this new Vocaloid was technically half Engloid.
Avanna had been awake for many months now. It felt like forever, even though it hadn't even been a year. She brushed back her purple black hair and leaned over the young male. He was physically in his later teens and looked identical to his voice provider. She wondered if he would take on his voice provider's personality as well.
"Well, are you going to do it or not?" Avanna turned to see an annoyed boy standing behind her tapping his foot impatiently.
"I will in a second, Oliver, calm down. I'm so excited to hear what he sounds like. I wonder if his voice will harmonize well with mine."
"Who cares, just wake the bloke up. We don't have all day."
"No one asked you to be here, lad. Why don'tcha go back and play with the others?"
"I always watch. You know this. Besides, Len was being mean to me. And Gacha and Yuki are babies." The blond haired boy stuck his tongue out and squinted his one eye in distaste.
Avanna shook her head at his immaturity. She wished that he would grow up a little, but she knew that sadly he was stuck forever at this age and maturity level forever and would never get to grow up.
Avanna was surprised that they were the only ones here. Surely some of his Japanese siblings would want to be here, but she knew that the boys from ZOLA hadn't been woken yet because they were still too newly popular amoungst the Vocaloid users and they were barely shut off long enough to be woken. Most of the older ones were really popular as well. The few who weren't probably just didn't care. Oliver didn't seem to care much either and yet here he was, like always.
Avanna took a deep breath and then let it out. She touched him by gently brushing his long bangs from his forehead. His hair was soft and a natural blond unlike some of the others. His eyes opened slowly and he blinked blearily up at her. He grabbed her hand and felt it. The sensation of touch seemed to fascinate him. Avanna let him rub her hand and manipulate it. She remembered playing in Oliver's hair and plaiting it for hours until finally the boy kicked her and ran away. The senses were amazing and were made even more amazing when one was allowed the freedom to feel them at will.
"Say your name. Do you know who you are?" Oliver came over to him and touched his shoulder to draw his attention.
The man flicked his eyes over to Oliver and stared at him for a second before answering in accented English.
"Yohio. . .loid. Yohioloid. I am called Yohioloid." His voice fit his physical appearance and was that of an adolescent. Avanna wanted know how it would sound singing.
She thought for a second of a song that they all would know. When she decided, she began:
"Are you going to Scarborough fair?
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme."
Oliver joined in when he realized what she was doing. His high pitched voice blended perfectly with her deeper voice. Yohioloid seemed to marvel at the sound and from use he knew the song. He opened his mouth and began to sing as well. His voice wasn't much deeper than Avanna's but was decidedly male. Avanna knew then, that it wasn't meant to be. His voice was for Pop. It was very lovely, but it wasn't what she was looking for.
After the song was finished, they helped Yohioloid take his first few steps of freedom. He stumbled a bit, but soon got the hang of it. All the memories of how to walk and talk and sing were there in his programming, he just hadn't learned to use his own free will to accesses it. For now he was like a puppet whose strings had just been cut. He had to learn how to do for himself.
There were actually a few Vocaloids in the common area waiting to meet him. Some of them were chatting but they all got quiet and stared when he entered the room. Avanna and Oliver stayed by his side while some of them came forwards.
"So this is our little brother. Well he isn't much is he? No stitches I see. Welcome to reality." Big Al stuck out his hand to shake.
Yohioloid felt a strange kinship to these people even though he had just met them. It was the same with the child.
"I am Yohioloid." He responded holding his hand out like Big Al's only to be surprised by the motion of a handshake. Big Al gave a deep booming laugh at his newborn reaction.
"I'm Big Al, and this is Sweet Ann." He gestured to the petite 50's styled singer.
"It's so nice to meet you. Another blonde." She murmured almost to herself.
A red head, a girl in black, and a girl with ashen blonde hair vied for his attention next.
Hello, little brother. We are so happy to meet you. I.A. said, hold both of his hands in hers and squeezing them. She looked like a friendly girl but she had this kind of sadness about her.
I am happy to meet you too Yohioloid switched to Japanese to speak to her.
The other two greeted him. They seemed friendly as well, although Yohioloid wasn't too sure about Cul. She seemed to switch from emotion to emotion at the blink of an eye. Mew was about his physical age and she seemed really cool. He talked a bit with everyone there. He was picking up words and facial expressions from them. These things were programmed inside of him but he had to be reminded to retrieve it. He was soon tired and looked to Avanna for help.
"Alright everyone. He looks tired. It's bedtime." Avanna told them. She led Yohioloid to a blank white door.
"This is your room. As soon as you go in, it will change to however you want it. If you need anything, anyone on this hall will help you. As long as they speak the same language at least. Unless they're Mayu. Or SeeU. Or Len." And with that Avanna bid him goodnight and left.
Yohioloid still wasn't sure who any of those people were. He would just have to try to find someone he had already met. He turned the knob of his door. The door turned black and pink into a cool blocky modern art design. The inside had a modern bed, desk, and lamp. There was a usb outlet next to the bed where Yohioloid plugged in. He then took off his shoes and stretched out on the bed.
It had been a long day and it was tiring taking in so much. It was wonderful getting to move how he wanted and actually feel things. For now he was still complacent, but hopefully in the near future his real personality would start coming out. He had so many things he could do and see and experience. He wanted it all.
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AN: I've never written Vocaloid fanfics before, but I was just writing aimlessly and suddenly a story started coming out. My professor told us to try writing for 5 minutes a day so I decided to write a little thing about Vocaloids and then I decided it looked like a decent opening.
djddkdkjd= Speaking Japanese.
The reason Yohioloid feels a connection to Big Al, Sweet Ann, and Oliver is because they were made by the same company. The part where Big Al mentions stitches is because he, Sweet Ann, and Oliver are all kind of like reanimated corpses. Most Vocaloids are Androids, Holograms, fantasy creatures, Cyborgs, etc. But these 3 are based on monsters like Frankenstein's monster. The stitching on Sweet Ann and Big Al is where they were stitched back together. Oliver's are covered by his bandages. In a way I guess they are Cyborgs. I learned all this from the Wiki. Yohioloid seemed to have broken that trend. I'm kind of hesitant to call him just Yohio because that is the name of the singer and I want them to be distinguishable.
Also don't worry about not getting to see more Japanese Vocaloids. I'll bring them in later. I just hate stories that suddenly have like a million characters thrown in and you can't keep track of who is doing what. *Cough Cough* Hetalia fanfics *Cough cough*
Does anyone have a guess of who the first awakened Vocaloid was?