OMG in one day, one review. I didn't think this would happen… At all…
I have low expectations.
So a big thanks to Pokegirl185 for reviewing and here is the update!
I Don't own Vocaloid
~MIku P.O.V.~
"Ugg! How many people are applying?"
Miku stood in the sea of girls waiting to apply for the job. She had seen so many different people, short, flat, busty, SUPER BUSTY, even crossdresers. She would never get the job. There were so many people. It was probably a 1 in 1 billion chance shed get the job. The other girls were far prettier, with strange accents and massive cleavage. But of course, I have to try.
I try to push through the crowd, getting choked my many pairs of boobs. Let's just say, there were many angry women. Once I FINALY got to the desk at the gate I nearly had to throw myself onto the table to get there.
"Hello-pant, pant- can I-pant- REGISTER"
"Ummm, sure. Here you go!"
"Great-pant-Thanks."
I filled out the form, after wrangling this girl into a crawling position, so I could use her as a table.
"Here's the form!"
"Thanks! Please proceed to the staff entrance to the right of the table."
"Ok"
I walk, or should I say shoved, my way to the crowd. The staff door was about half the size of the main gate, which is where the girls are fighting to get to the front and register for the first round. I successfully crossed the barrier into the line for the first round of girls. Now all I have to do is wait.
~Kaito P.O.V.~
"Master, you need to prepare for the arrival of the first round of girls."
"Not now Gumi, give me five minutes."
"Yes master"
I lay on the bed, mentally preparing myself, for in a few minutes I was to be swarmed by women trying to impress me with their accents and there breast size. That sort of thing never matters to me. I need obedient people, not sexy models to do my biding with. I'm not that disgusting. Women out there take me for a player, a ladies man, and a heartless jerk. I hate people who think they know what I'm going to say, what I'm going to do. They think they can draw out my life for me. Well, there dead wrong. I will NEVER date or like a girl who pushers herself on someone or who thinks ill like them because of their looks. I also don't need a personal maid to do my bidding. I have many more maids than you could dream. All I really want is someone who understands what it means to be lonely.
I only want a friend.
"Master, its time."
"Alright Gumi, I'm coming."
"Right this way master."
I proceeded from my lavish room down the hall, full of portraits, including the portraits of my dead parents. Yes, there dead. Of course that is a dreary story of no current importance. Yes, yes, its sad and dreary so I don't want to tell right now.
We entered the room; they straitened my suit and applied perfumeystuff . Now I was ready.
"Let them in"
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