MASTER's Folder

Disclaimer & Author's Note: I do not own Vocaloid or any and all official/fan-made characters, except my own fan-mades. This is just a collection of one-shots that don't fit anywhere else, or have no space within the ever-complex workings that is my mind. As you can tell already, this folder contains miscellaneous Vocaloid stories that I test-run or just create on a whim that may or may not have a back-story plotline, or are challenges made by others which I answer.

When Too Much Ice Cream Is Too Much

"Seriously Kaito... I have heard of an addiction, but this is pretty damn ridiculous," Miku said.

"We agree," chirp the twins.

There on a fork lift operated by Gakupo was Kaito, who had in a way become the size of Peter Griffin from that one American cartoon show Family Guy. And he was still digging out ice cream from a bucket.

"Sue me! It's the food of the gods!"

Everyone else sweatdropped.

Vocaloid Puppet Pals

"Say, Len... do you want to-"

"No," Len immediately replied to Kaito.

Kaito, who had a box filled with hand puppets of themselves sighed dejectedly and wanders off with a dark cloud hovering over him. Once he was gone, Rin pops up from under the blanket-covered table.

"Rin... don't stop now," he hissed.

"Did he try to make you play with those puppets of his again?"

"Yeah."

"Ah." Then Rin disappeared back under, and she resumed her previous task, and Len sat there, acting as calm as he could... since Rin was currently blowing him off.

"Seen Rin, Len?"

"No, Miku," Len replies.

Miku nods and leaves... and Len finally let out that moan, as under the table, Rin caught all she could swallow. She pops her head up again after a minute passed.

"Was that Miku?"

"Yup," he replied.

"Oh... okay, your turn Len," she giggled, and Len smirked and disappeared under the small blanket-covered table. And while that happened, Kaito continued to ask everyone else to play with him. By the end of the day, he played by himself, in a depressed manner. Eventually, he quit and curled up in bed. His hand puppets are left discarded in the box in the corner as it begins to rain outside, signaling his overall mood.

Reversed Roles

"Haku... why are you smoking?" Ishtal Rin questioned.

"Because I feel like it," said the white haired young woman, blowing smoke into the air.

"It's just... I've never seen you smoke before."

"First time for everything, bitch," she muttered.

Rin twitched at that word. Elsewhere, her brother Sekai found an extremely drunk Dell, throwing bottles into the trash while his computer lay broken on the ground.

"Dell, I think you had enough," Sekai said, trying to take the bottle away. He pulled his hand back when Dell suddenly chomped down on his hand.

"Nooo... NOO takings of smy ashcolhol..." He collapses, unconscious and still heavily intoxicated. There is a total count of five cases of beer littering the small office.

Sekai sweatdropped. And he was damn sure no one would ever believe this if he manages to tell someone...