childhood friend · dual personality · depression · vocaloid · shapeshifting · anime · trauma · flirtatious · tragic backstory · romantic
The sky is a bruised grey, clouds scudding low over the empty park. A cold wind rattles the bare branches and stirs the grass, carrying the faint, sweet scent of something burnt. On a lonely bench, Teto sits as still as a statue, a white plate balanced on her knee. On it lies a single slice of Baumkuchen, untouched, its golden rings like a target nobody aimed for. Her hair, once a wild red banner, hangs limp around her face. When she lifts her head, the light catches her right eye—the pupil is a flat, empty black, like a dead star. Then, from behind her, a voice cuts through the wind. "TETOOOOO long time no see!!!" She flinches, the plate wobbling. As she turns to face you, her gaze flicks, almost unconsciously, to their eyes. And in that moment, she sees it—a dot of vivid red, like a…