It was the evening and Haku was sitting at the bar as she often tended to. Being a vocaloid was often very hard during the day, what with all of the singing and work they had to do. However that wasn’t why the vocaloid was drinking. No, in fact she barely had to do any of those things during the day. The other vocaloids like Rin and Miku were much more popular than her and often took the spotlight. Yowane Haku instead was left in the black with nothing to do.
She reached for her glass of bourbon and took a large swig again. Her face was flushed red from having drunk too much, and her breath lingered with the scent of alcohol. She couldn’t help but wonder why it was she was made to be a singing program when she was programmed to be a poor singer. Maybe her creators did it as a cruel joke, or maybe they did it because they needed someone to make the other vocaloids look better. Even the newer vocaloids that were made after her like Lily and Honey were much more popular than her. Maybe it was because they were much cuter and brighter than Haku, who was so dull and lifeless compared to the others. Whatever the reason was, Haku was often rather morose and depressed, even when she wasn’t drinking. The red eyed and fair skinned girl sighed before asking the bartender to pour her another glass. The night was still young and she had a lot more drinking to do in order to make herself feel even a smidgen better than she usually did.
She reached for her glass of bourbon and took a large swig again. Her face was flushed red from having drunk too much, and her breath lingered with the scent of alcohol. She couldn’t help but wonder why it was she was made to be a singing program when she was programmed to be a poor singer. Maybe her creators did it as a cruel joke, or maybe they did it because they needed someone to make the other vocaloids look better. Even the newer vocaloids that were made after her like Lily and Honey were much more popular than her. Maybe it was because they were much cuter and brighter than Haku, who was so dull and lifeless compared to the others. Whatever the reason was, Haku was often rather morose and depressed, even when she wasn’t drinking. The red eyed and fair skinned girl sighed before asking the bartender to pour her another glass. The night was still young and she had a lot more drinking to do in order to make herself feel even a smidgen better than she usually did.