Okay so i had a chapter before this that acted as a prologue or somethings but i cHANGED MY MIND. I'll be revealing more of what actually happened to him and how he got here and such later, because I personally feel that will be the best course of action on my part.

ughh. i dont own vocaloid and please keep reading ok.

He was still cold when he woke up but he was afraid to open his eyes. That's because he was afraid that those eyes might not be there anymore. The feeling of chilled metal stung his bruised and scarred skin. Before taking a deep breath, he had stretched out his muscles to wake up his body, and in the process took notice of something like fabric wrapped around his ankle and knee. Then he diffidently tried to sit up, but he couldn't. Metal the same as what was underneath him was wrapped around his wrists. He tried to wriggle out of it, yet somehow it wasn't working.

The boy couldn't quite think properly because of the extensive damage to his body. So instead of his mind wandering to 'Where am I? How do I get out? Who brought me here?' he was thinking more along the lines of 'I really hope there's something to eat for me when I open my eyes.'

Can't really blame him though. He can't remember the last time he ate a proper meal.

Just as he started regaining the feeling in his muscles, he became more sensitive to the unfriendly metallic aura in the room, making the hair on his arms stand up. It was difficult for him to breath. Every time he took a breath in, his chest would ache. Clearly he isn't dead. He wouldn't have to feel pain if he was dead.

Figuring he would get it over with, he turned his head and stiffened his neck to the right. Throwing caution to the wind, he finally opened his eye.

One eye.

The other one wouldn't open.

The other one wasn't there.

He started crying. He wasn't even aware of it at that point. The tears just started to flow on their own, right from his hazy yellow eyes, but with each one that rolled down his cheek, the more it hurt and stung him.

He opened his eye again after his vision was clear and free of tears. After overcoming his first obstacle, he was ready to investigate and see what he could do to get free.

Looking down at himself, he saw he was wearing a white tank top and shorts, but then he clearly saw the bandages wrapped around his ankle and knee. He continued looking to the right. He had never seen a room like this before. There were a few white beds with pillows and blankets all placed neatly on top of them. About three of them just on that side.

Right next to him was something he hadn't seen before, either. It was a bag of some clear fluid suspended by a silver pole or something. He followed the cords with his eyes and noticed they were connected to his skin by needles and suddenly he tensed up, trying to slide his hands out of the metal restraints again. There was a window on the wall furthest from him that was left open. He wanted to get to that window more than anything right now.

He shut his eyes tight again and took a deep breath. The icy atmosphere was now hot and uncomfortable. He turned his head to the right and immediately jumped at the sight of a human figure right next to him. All he saw was a blonde head of hair facing away from him, resting his head on his arms. Suddenly, the head lifted up revealing his face. It wasn't anyone he previously knew so he was curious who it was, but more so terrified of why he was there at all.

The boy next to him sighed and stretched his arms high in the air, which caused the yellow eyed boy to wince in anxiety.

The boy opened his eyes after yawning and looked to the yellow eyed boy on the metal bed, revealing two shiny blue orbs. He had beautiful eyes. Beautiful, yet terrifying.

He was wearing a simple unzipped grey hoodie over a white shirt, which the yellow eyed boy on the metal bed could see there was, presumably, a yellow bass cleft positioned at the collar. Around his neck he wore a pair of black and white headphones where there was a faint sound of music escaped.

The blue eyed boy started speaking. He clearly wasn't speaking any language the yellow eyed boy knew. He kept speaking for a few moments before it looked like he realized something and he briefly left the room. He came back moments late but with a small book open in hand. Then, he walked over to the other side of the bed and up to the weird clear fluid. There was a keypad in the middle and the boy punched in a few numbers, which caused the liquid to change colors for a moment and then it diluted back to clear.

The boy on the cold metal bed started panicking, squirming round, doing whatever he could to get the cords out of his arm, but nothing was working and his efforts were futile. For a second he realized everything had gone mute. He couldn't hear a thing. Just the constant buzzing in his head. Then something changed and he could hear again, as if his ears just popped and were perfectly fine.

The boy with blue eyes started again, still looking at the keypad and punching things in, but in English, "Are you okay? You were out for a long time, you know."

The boy on the table was still silent, trying to figure things out in his head.

The strange guy who had fallen asleep by him earlier walked around to the other side of the table, "Yo. You can talk now."

And the kid lying still, continued to follow through with his vow of silence. His wrists were feeling sore now and were most likely red from the resistance.

He went on, "Your name is Oliver."

Oliver.

'Oliver' clenched his fists and swallowed the lump in his throat. That's strange. He doesn't remember having a name. He didn't think he was meant to have one. Monsters don't get names like normal people. That boy is probably lying to him... Right?

The yellow eyed boy cautiously spoke to himself, "Oliver." The syllables sounded foreign to him, so him trying to talk at all was like having a mouth full of food.

He smiled sweetly to him, "I'm Len. Nice to finally see you awake."

If this isn't any good, pleeease tell me. Or if you have any ideas or anything ( like characters to add ? idk ) then pLEASE tell me. I really like it when readers can have a part in telling where the plot kinda goes.

Hope you all like it at least enough to keep reading a bit longer.

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