Disclaimer: I do not own the concept for the designs of the Vocaloids, nor do I take credit for the basic plots of the following story. Each section is based on a new song, which has a plot belonging to its corresponding owner. I am only responsible for my own interpretation of this, and the writing itself. Thank you.

New Millenium

Written by: Stripe

Ground Floor

"Going up."

I hear the steady grinding sound of gears clicking together, a gentle whirr of unseen machinery. I'm standing on a floor I'm not sure was even there moments before. I'm staring out through glass, my hands pressed to the window like a small child in front of a candy shop, but I don't pay attention to what is beyond the transparent barrier before me. It's going by much too fast, and instinctively, I know I wouldn't understand it anyways.

Where am I?

I tear my gaze away from staring at the glass before me and take the opportunity to get a better look at my surroundings. I'm in a small room, no larger than a closet, and I'm under the impression that the entire compartment is moving very quickly upward. Near the edge of one of the walls is a series of buttons, labeled with numbers that I believe are supposed to represent floors, though there is something about their appearance that seems inherently foreign. The only other person sharing this space with me is a woman I recognize and yet do not know.

It's an elevator, I realize. I'm on an elevator, shooting upwards into the sky. Wordlessly, I glance to the buttons which indicate the floors, hoping it might give me some indication of where I'm headed. All of the buttons are flashing. None of them are solidly lit, and none of them are out. They are all blinking on and off and on again in a synchronized rate, which I suppose might indicate a malfunction, though it's uncertain of what anything means anymore.

The girl stands before these flashing buttons with a passive expression across her face, as though she is unaware of what is going on. She doesn't even look at me. Just stares.

I open my mouth to ask her a question, but I'm so confused right now that I can't even find the best one to start with. Where am I, why am I here, where is the elevator going, what is it, why are the lights flashing why can't I see anything out the windows, who am I? I leave my mouth open for a few moments, hoping that perhaps she will somehow suggest a question for me to ask instead, or that perhaps I will simply be able to get through my thoughts and find the one question that encompasses them all.

Nothing comes.

The woman continues to stare ahead of her, as though completely unaware of my presence. I close my mouth and turn back to the front, where I was staring before. I now realize that I'm facing the door.

Quite suddenly, I feel the elevator come to a rather abrupt stop, though I am not thrown off of my feet as the laws of physics would usually dictate. I simply remain in place as the doors open, revealing an entire world.

"First floor."

Author's Notes:

'Allo, dear readers, and welcome to my latest fanfic. I've actually had this little prologue written since about February this year, but I was reluctant to post it because I wasn't sure I'd get through the rest of the story. Then I wrote more and realized that if I tried to write the entire story before posting it here - it's a long little bugger - I'd definitely never finish. But I digress.

This is based off of the New Millennium series by ShuujinP, but don't be expecting just those songs to crop up. I like to think of this fanfiction plot as "The Best of the Kagamine Stories," meaning that I'll be using almost all of their most depressing songs and tying them together under the New Millennium plot. Also, guess what's next!

Story of Evil! 8D

Enjoy!