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Genre: Humor

Featuring: Rin, Len, and Oliver

. * - * Bandages * - * .

Oliver, Len, and Rin all sat together on a comfortable, leather couch in front of a flat screen TV. The twins had taken a particular liking to the newly released vocaloid, mostly because they were close in age, and they were hoping he would help them a bit on their English. Because of this, Oliver visited the Crpyton household quite often.

"Hey, Oliver," Len began, breaking the silence between the trio. "Why exactly do you wear those bandages on your face?"

Oliver shrugged nonchalantly. "Not sure. PowerFX never told me why exactly."

"You know..." Rin spoke up in a sing-song voice. "I heard it's to keep the monster theme. Like, Sweet Ann and Big Al both have stitches."

Oliver scoffed, brushing his sandy blonde hair out of his face. "That's ridiculous. I'm nothing like those two."

"Well, they are a lot older than you," Len pointed out. He paused, staring up at the ceiling. "...And I think I know what Rin's talking about."

Rin nodded in agreement. "Yeah. In fact, if it's a part of the monster theme, the bandages could actually represent a mummy!"

Len stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Yeah... Big Al and Sweet Ann do represent frankenstein, after all."

"Me, a mummy? Please, I'm too awesome for that," Oliver said, completely dismissing the idea. He crossed his arms behind his head and propped his legs up on the coffee table, looking as unconcerned as ever.

"Your ego could very well surpass Rin's," Len muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I do not have an ego!" Rin protested, pushing herself up with her hands in glare at the blonde sitting beside Oliver.

"And if you keep bragging like that, you won't have any fans," Len continued, ignoring his sister.

"Nope, people love me for it." The vocaloid stuck his tongue out at him immaturely. "You're just jealous of me, that's all!"

Len eyed the vocaloid for a moment. Oliver never failed to be obnoxious, even for a minute. But it's also surprisingly easy and amusing to get under his skin...

And Len is good at doing just that.

"Hey, Rin." He glanced over had his sister. "I think I have a good idea of how Oliver got his bandages."

Rin smirked, knowing her brother well enough to know what he was doing. "Yeah? Let me hear it."

"What if Oliver was the captain of a huge boat..." Len started slowly, his voice mockingly thoughtful.

"Well, of course it would be big," Oliver butted in. "I wouldn't be captain of a tiny boat."

Len ignored him. "...And he got caught in a huge storm?"

Oliver crossed his arms in indignation. "I'd navigate my way through it!"

Rin nodded, ignoring him as well. "Yeah... And what if it wasn't just any storm... what if it was a hurricane?"

"A dangerous hurricane," Len added on. "And what if Oliver happened to be right in the middle of it?"

"...Naturally, he wouldn't be able to get through a hurricane that big..." Rin murmured, contemplating the ceiling and tapping her chin.

They were having too much fun with this.

"What if the wind ripped his sail to shreds?" Len questioned.

"He would obviously lose control of the boat..." Rin answered.

"Causing the great Captain Oliver to panic."

Oliver's face was red. "That's not how it would go at all!"

"Then what if the hurricane pushed the boat into shallower waters..."

"...And what if that caused rocks to scrape against the bottom of the boat..."

"Obviously, it would create several holes which would sink the ship."

"Then Oliver would try to use his nonexistent skills as a sailor to get out alive..."

"T-They are too existent!" Oliver wailed, frustrated.

"...But he would ultimately fail."

"And so we have Oliver, drowned at sea, in all of his failure."

"His body washes up on the beach..." Rin continued, a huge grin on her face.

Len stroked his chin, his face mirroring his sister's. "Only to be discovered by PowerFX."

"Who turns him into a mummy and a vocaloid..."

"...And so, in conclusion, Oliver is actually a dead, mummy, fail-captain who was turned into a Vocaloid by the kindness of a stranger," Len finished.

Rin and Len laughed, high-fiving each other on a job well done.

Oliver buried his face into his hat. "You guys are mean! Bakagamine Rin and Len!"

"What was that, Captain Failiver?" Len smirked and ruffled his sandy blonde hair, thoroughly annoying the younger vocaloid.

Oliver tilted his head to glare up at him. "Shut up, Shotagamine Len."

"That's a good one. I'll have to remember that," Rin giggled and leaned back, propping her feet on the table.

Len snorted, crossing his arms. "If anyone's a shota here, then it's you because you're younger."

"I'm too awesome and manly to be a shota," Oliver replied, dismissing the indignity. "Plus I'm not the one who sang Shota Shota Fire Endless Night. And have you seen your punk outfit?"

Len silently fumed. Oliver had won this time. This time. "...Let's just call this a truce."

Oliver tapped his chin in faux concentration. "I guess since I'm feeling generous today, I can let it slide just this once..."

He rolled his eyes. Typical Oliver. Len smacked the back of his head, not too hard but hard enough. "What was that?"

"Ow..." He rubbed the back of his head, tears pricking in his eyes. He seemed to consider saying something else, but quickly dismissed it when Len raised his hand again. "...You're forgiven..."