VOCALOID - Codename: Reality

01 - Starlight

{OLIVER}

"From the echoing echoing words you whispered // From the twinkling twinkling in your eyes // I sensed a slight and different movement // Overflowing emotions // That halo of yours is so brilliant"

- Starlight Keeper (by momocashew)

"Hello, Oliver," I warmly greeted the Vocaloid as he appeared in the white expanse of my window, the final few pixels combining to form his iconic sailor hat. Slowly, the young boy opened his single yellow eye, staring back at me with a gaze full of awe and wonder. His navy coat swivelled around him as he turned to the left, to the right, to look behind him, his golden curls swaying in the air. Nearby, his bird, an American goldfinch called James, chirped at the strange space.

I didn't want to interrupt him from exploring that place, but my impatience was still tugging at me. "Oli, I'm over here!" I called out for the Vocaloid again, waving at my screen. Thankfully, he heard me and faced me again, his head tilting to the side.

There was an apologetic gaze in his eye. "Um..." He mumbled in a melodious voice. "Excuse me, but my name is Oliver, not Oli..."

Oh god. He's cute.

I fought back the urge to squeal as I smiled at him. "Ah, sorry about that. I just have a habit of calling you 'Oli' when I see fanarts of you," I replied sheepishly with a shrug. "I hope you don't mind,"

Oliver returned my smile with a wide grin. "Oh, it's okay! I don't mind it at all!" He chirped while waving both of his hands, the sleeves of his oversized coat slipping down his arms.

I take that back. He's not just cute; he's adorable...!

"Um... If you do not mind me asking..." The young vocaloid called out for me politely, his British accent showing in his words. "How do I leave this place to reach you? Fukase said that after I enter this white space, I'm supposed to reach my hands towards you, yes?"

I nodded, taking the cue to stand up from my desk and step towards my bed, pulling my chair aside in preparation for Oliver to come out. It was the first time he ever came out, after all. And even though the others could step out of my computer all by themselves without me doing anything, I anticipated that the younger, inexperienced vocaloid would have a harder time.

I was proven right when I heard panting sounds coming from my monitor. As I took a glance, I noticed that Oliver was hopping on the spot, his hands reaching out for me but not reaching reality as he should.

Oh right. He was kind of the shortest of all the Vocaloids that I owned. I giggled softly as I asked him: "Do you need any help, Oliver?"

"I'm... hah... fine..." The choir boy replied breathlessly, making it clear that he was having a hard time reaching for my reality. "I just need to jump a little higher...!" He declared as he paused to readjust his hat a little.

"Here, let me see if I can reach for your hand," I chuckled as I stood in front of my computer. Deep down, I was questioning why I would say such an impossible thing, but considering how the Vocaloids have been jumping in and out of my computer lately, who's to say that I couldn't reach into their world too?

... My hands were instead greeted with a smooth, warm surface. Or... maybe not. I thought to myself in disappointment. It was short-lived, however, as another set of hands was soon holding tightly to mine. Oliver's small, child-like hands seemed so tiny in mine.