It had been a long car ride. They were driving on the highway. D. turned on the radio and played some music to lighten the mood a bit. Next to the driver's seat sat J., and behind them, with a grim expression – N.
"Makin' my way downtown, walkin' fast, faces pass and I'm homebound"
"Turururu–tudu–"
J. and D. sang along, just goofing around.
"Watch the road," said N in a grave tone.
J. turned to him.
"What a buzzkill! No wonder you don't have a girlfriend. You should leave your cave more often, you basement goblin!" J. teased with a smirk.
Instead of answering, N. threw an empty soda bottle straight at J's face.
The next thing that hit all three of them was, in fact, not a bottle of soda, but our beloved track-kun.
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"…and that's how you three idiots ended up in this situation," said the CEO of Digital Dolls Company. "Or at least, that's what your brain's memory told us," he said to the three cute girls sitting before him.
They were all in a spacious, modern office with cool, minimalist colors. The office was on the top floor of a glass skyscraper owned by DDC.
The CEO sat in a big, comfy black leather chair, while the three girls were on cheap, medium-uncomfortable chairs. The girls each had different hair and eye colors: the first on the left had blue hair and eyes, the one in the middle red, and the last one had yellow hair and purple eyes. All wore the same outfit: short plaid skirts and black t-shirts that read "PROTOTYPE". The CEO wore a brown suit, had a long brown beard, glasses, and short hair.
"Eeeeh?! Don't dig into my brain! What else did you see?!" panicked the blue-haired girl.
"They probably didn't find anything special. Just gigabytes' worth of memes and hentai, hehe," teased the red-haired one."
"Noooo! My precious memories!" yelled the blue one.
"Why do your voices sound so weird? Like a cute girl and a computer program at the same time? Don't you hear it?" said the yellow one.
"Let me explain," the CEO cut in. "Upon the request of N's father, we were able to save your brains, but your brains only. We had to give you new robotic bodies, but we also needed financial gains. So here you are, born again in a way. You are now three cute real-life vocaloid girls, and you'll make a super-kawaii J-pop idol group in return for saving your lives. Any questions?"
"Yes. Why did you give them pretty and skinny bodies and I'm still a fatass?!" shouted the red one.
"You're not. Look at your body – your tummy is slim. Your designer just gave you huge racks and thick thighs because," the CEO paused and adjusted his glasses, "you are our marketing strategic point."
"Huh?! How's that supposed to work?!" the red one went.
"You see–" the CEO's glasses reflected light anime-style, which meant he had a mischievous plan. "–while N. and D. are cute and skinny, you're cute and sexy. People will simp over you, so you'll be the frontwoman. But before we discuss that, I need to check where your USB ports are."
"Kyyaaaa! What a pervert!" the blue one squeaked.
"Can't you two just take things seriously for once?" the yellow one scolded, looking at them with a bored expression.
"No, it's not like that. It's for pure health and science stuff. We need to know, so we can adjust your home chargers properly. Ah, I didn't mention it before, but we're already building your apartment."
"How are we supposed to find them?" asked the red one.
"Just touch yourselves in front of me. You'll feel them."
"Okay, now you really sound like a pervert," said the yellow one with a disgusted look.
"Do I?" asked the surprised CEO.
Only the red one dared to nod. Silence filled the room.
Bored blue one started picking at her ear with a dumb expression."Oh, I got it here!" she said.
Yellow and red ran their fingers first over their faces, necks, then stomachs.
"I have it in my mouth, right behind my teeth," said the yellow one.
"Then, J., where is your USB port?" said the CEO.
J. sat there, legs together, arms in between, face down, blushing."I'm not gonna show you! It's too private!" she blurted out.
"Like hell we wanted to know!" the yellow one replied.
"Maybe you didn't, but I had to. I understand you, J," said the CEO. "Now, before I let you leave, we need to choose your new names and your band name."
"I want something cool and metal, like Jessacrator!" said the red one.
"No. We're going for pure kawaii innocent idol group vibes. Nothing heavy metal."
"Damn it!" said J., clearly let down.
"Maybe something similar to what people already know? Like Jessane Metto?" the CEO suggested.
"People will think we're some cheap knock-offs," answered the yellow one.
"Well… you're right."
"What if we connect things we like?" said the blue one.
"I was thinking about your band name, and I got it: Supercharger."
"What a stupid fucking name! The only supercharge that will happen is me supercharging your mo–" the yellow one said with a devilish smile, but the red one cut in:
"Stop it! We should be grateful to him and this company for keeping us alive!"
"He can't do anything to us. So we can roast the shit out of him, heh."
"Maybe I can't hurt you, but I could still replace your minds with someone else," declared the CEO, clearly irritated.
"You wouldn't do that! We've been the dumbass trio since primary school! No one else would have our synergy!" the blue one answered, offended.
"Unfortunately, that's true. It's probably the biggest flaw and the biggest advantage of this business plan," he said, then sighed. "I guess we have to debate this later. You've been through a lot and can't think clearly. Here," he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small black card with golden printing, "address of your hotel. Think about names, rest well, and come back to me tomorrow."
They just went along with it, then left the building and soon found themselves on a sidewalk in the heart of the big city.
"If it weren't for you idiots, we wouldn't be like this," said the yellow one.
"Heh, let's be honest, it's a dream come true. You had to think at least once about becoming a cute anime girl," said the blue one.
"Maybe a weeb like you," answered the red one. "I had a fiancé and a pretty good life," she added, then let out a heavy sigh.
"Okay, so... I'll check where to go on Toggle Maps," said the blue one. Out of habit, she reached into her pocket, but instead of grabbing her phone, she went "Eeeeek! I don't have my Ipony50696096+ Ultra Pro Max! And I paid a fortune for it!"
"You're a robot, dumbass. You probably have digital maps in your brain, or you can search them on the internet connected to your brain. Let me see," said the yellow one.
But in her mind, she only saw one sentence: "No internet connection."
"THE FUCK YOU MEAN NO INTERNET CONNECTION?!" she shouted in the middle of the street.
"Don't worry! We'll ask people!" said the red one.
The yellow and blue one sighed at the same time.
They walked to their hotel, led by the red one.