MASTER's Folder

Disclaimer: I do not own Vocaloid or any and all official/fan-made characters. The official Vocaloids known are created by the companies of Yamaha, Zero-G Ltd., Crypton Future Media, PowerFX, INTERNET Co.,Ltd, AH-Software, Ecapsule, Bplats, Inc., Ki/oon Records, Sony Music Distribution Inc., Vocalomakets, SBS Artech, Surfer's Paradise, Studio Deen, VocaTone, Voctro Labs, 1st PLACE, MoeJapan, and Vocanext. I also do not own any fan-made Vocaloids, UTAUs, or any Vocaloids that have been accepted by Crypton Future Media. I however only own my two Vocaloid fan-mades, Ishtal Sekai/Rin, and myself if I ever insert myself as the "MASTER".

Author's Note: 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 (crossover-related or not) 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.

Billie Jean

In some unknown city of Japan, a blond-haired young man was minding his own business, striding down the sidewalk. He was wearing black shoes, dark slacks and goldenrod yellow shirt with unzipped black leather jacket. He soon stops when he sees an old man who wore rags and was all dirty. Taking pity on the man, he digs into his pocket and flips a coin into the man's change cup, and watches it fall almost with perfect aim right into it. On he goes, with a kind smile of the small bit of hope he's granted.

Turning the corner and walking past a camera shop, he's unaware of a suspicious guy with blue hair and a scarf following him, with a camera. No matter what this man would do, when he would try to snap a picture of his prey, the blond would do something that somehow blurs all of his shots, or somehow he gets conveniently censored by natural elements such as human traffic, vehicle traffic, or some other obstruction like a paper bag flying into view JUST as he snaps another picture. The blond would by now be gone.

And he would have to reload more film because that was the last shot once again obstructed and ruined. But, the guy had a reason for chasing after our blond: he believed he was some sort of stalker, or a creep. The guy was... mysterious. He just shows up out of the blue one day. Just like that, a snap of your fingers and poof! So it was his duty to prove he had ill intentions for the city. So, he would continue to stalk the young man until finally getting his chance, unaware of a woman with pink hair calling the police when she sees the blue-haired camera guy stalking to her next-door neighbor's apartment using the fire escape.

The man would snap a photo, only to get apprehended by police. The camera's film... was blinded by some sort of bright light. He saw clearly the man with the long green-haired lady, climbing into her bed as she slept, about to do something devious. But, the police would not believe him, and his "photo evidence" wasn't any use due to the strange light that blinded much of the developed picture. And the young man... he was never seen in the city again.

I was listening to the song when I started typing.

This is the result. o3o