Scrap Work Productions

After finishing Clear's good route in Re:connect, I ended up thinking too hard about his grandfather. Like, 'what was he expecting when he worked for Toue?' 'What made him want to take this one unit away?' 'What was it like from his POV, because even Clear didn't give Aoba that many details about him?' 'He's a bit like Tae,isn't he?' So this plot bunny grew until I ended up writing this one the night of my birthday of all things. I don't own Dramatical Murder as most of the things are write are platonic.


He had worked in those labs a very long while.

He could still remember the intial reason why he ever began to work for Toue's research in the first place. When they had proposed to him the idea of creating a robot nearly identical to a human being, he had haughtily said it was too easy. When they had further explained that they planned to create robots that could change people's hearts with merely a song, he was up to the challenge. He wanted to hear how 'grand' this music would be.

Years and decades passed by and he was still there. As far as he knew, there was only one researcher who was ever unsatisfied with the work they were doing and left. Her named was Seragaki, if he could recall correctly.

He couldn't exactly remember her clearly; they were in different departments and thus had no need to see each other frequently. The extent of his knowledge about her was that she was unmarried and that she was his senior, working for the company even longer than he had. He had admired the work she had done, telling her that it was thanks to her that they were able to move forward at all.

So he was thoroughly confused to hear that she had left. The last time he saw her, she had a haggard look to her face. When he asked how the experiment in department had turned out, she waved him off. He was informed afterward that Sei's brother didn't survive but didn't realize at the time how personally Seragaki took it.


It was years later that his department at last had physical proof of their labor. Beautiful white-haired beings all stood in lines. All of them had their eyes closed, they nearly looked asleep. Each of them could sing. Granted, the jarring melody was not he exactly had in mind, but he still felt great pride in having a part in their creation.

That day, they were to test the individual units. They went down the line one by one, testing to see how they sounded, how they behaved, how they thought. So far, all of them had been identical in every way. Honestly, he was bored by now.

"Which unit is this?" he asked to mark it down.

His comrade stood behind the unit and checked the serial number. "R-2E-054."

He let out an uninterested "huh" and wrote it down. He kept the pen hovering over the clipboard, prepared to mark down another of these robots as 'perfect'. While his comrades were turning it on, he dully noted that this particular unit had two moles on its chin, unlike the others.

Its eyes slowly opened. It blinked a few times before focusing their attention on him. He almost thought he imagined it, but a small smile appeared on its face.

Strange.

"We're going to ask you a few questions now. Do you understand me?"

"Yes."

He began asking it the basic questions that they had asked each of the units before it. However, this unit hesitated. It had to think for a moment before answering some questions whose answer would be common sense to most. He thought the answers rather innocent and childish at most. He could see his comrades' glance at each other in concern.

"I'm going to ask you to do one more thing for us, alright?" he told it.

"Yes," it answered.

"We want you to sing for us."

"Yes."

It stretched out its arms a bit and opened its mouth.

The melody that come out was the most beautiful sound he had heard all day.

No, the most beautiful sound he had ever heard in his life.

It sounded light and soft. Like the song itself were merely drifting around in the air like a jellyfish drifts in the ocean. After hearing nothing but the harsh harmonies of the other units, this song made him feel more at ease. He was sure that he would end up drifting away. Because if their goal was to make a being with a voice who could move people's hearts, they succeeded.

Suddenly, the song was cut short. He stared in near-horror as his comrades deactivated the unit and opened up its hidden control panel.

"What the hell was that?"

"That wasn't even the correct song! What happened?"

"Look at this! The brain circuits are all off!"

"More like completely wrong."

"Oy," one of them said to him.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Mark this one down as defective."

Let me just say that this fic is all just one big headcanon.

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