"Hello- hello. I am Silphy, how goes?"
"You're a thing and I am just a cat. Oh!"

I love Silphy already :3

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Chronos seemed fine. Completely unharmed. Zephyr was under recovery. Cider was still grouchy. Shara was stressed. Xephyr sometimes forgot why he entered a room or had moments of pure confusion.

SharaX had gotten off of the planet as soon as she could. They were stopped just outside of a world called Outertale. They were taking a break.

Cider was keeping Zephyr under his supervision. Zeph himself acted normal, but didn't understand it when anyone asked him what Hex did to him. If anything, he was scared at how he couldn't remember and got a splitting headach whenever he tried to.

Everyone was lounging around in one place or another. Shar found peace in songwriting and making lyrics. Xephyr was drinking tea, Zephyr was sleeping, Cider was looking outside, and Chronos was simply walking around the ship. The cat 'infestaion' consisted of six cats, but he could've sworn he counted seven.

Shara thought about what to write when something brushed against her leg. She assumed it was one of the original cats that wandered the ship, but froze up when it spoke. "Hello- hello. I am-"

"WHAT-" she jumped up in surprise.

"Hello- hello! I am Silphy, how goes?" the cat asked, looking up at Shara with wide, black eyes.

"Hey Cider?!" Shara called. "Tell me I'm halluinating."

"What is it-" Cider raised a nonexistent eyebrow. "You dressed up a cat."

"Hello!" the cat chirped. Cider left the room, mumbling 'nope' over and over. "How rude!"

"...how are you talking?" Shara asked.

"I'm your style preserver!" Silphy chirped, smiling.

"A...what."

"A style preserver!" Silphy sat down and licked her paws, as if bored. "A style preserver is a physical embodiment of a producer's style of music. I am your style preserver!"

"C-cool...? I guess...?" Shara went back to her computer, but kept glancing back at the cat. Silphy kept looking at what she was doing.

"Add more synths!" Silphy somehow grinned. "They're cool!"

"...I'm just going to write something about you..."

"That's cool too!"

Meanwhile...

"Hey Zeph," Cider said. "I think a possessed cat is on the ship."

"...what...?"

"It's either possessed or undead, and I'm gong with a possessed zombie cat," Cider shrugged.

"...are you okay, Cider?" Zephyr asked.

"I'm fine!" Cider said. "Are you okay?"

"I think so..." Zeph shrugged.

"Guys, is it me or are there 7 cats on board?" Chronos asked, coming into the room.

"See? I'm fine," Cider said.

~~~~~Somewhere Else~~~~~

Hex smiled. He now knew exactly where they were. Seris was behind him, trying to see what he was looking at. Hex pushed the satyr away. He smiled and looked up into the sky, looking at the spaceship that was about to land.

"Looks like I'm finally going home..." Hex smiled. "Seris, stay here. If they come back, bring them to Azvirus."

"But I kind of want to go home..." Seris looked down. "C-can you drop m-me off at Aquarin? 

The ship landed. The door opened and Hex motioned for Seris to get in. The satyr's hooves clacked on the metal as he scurried into the ship.

~~~~~Shara's P.O.V.~~~~~

I jumped, an idea smacking me in the face. "Grimhaven! Why haven't I thought of this before?!" Silphy jumped back, surprised at my shouting. "Oh- sorry! Gotta get this thing moving!"

I nearly knocked Xephyr over. Stuttering a 'sorry', I bolted into the cockpit of the ship. Silphy sat on my lap, watching me start up the ship. "What's Grimhaven?" she asked.

"Grimhaven's a spot for certain producers. I got word of it from some outside friends. Under there is a place called Blackfair. It's basically a market place for all sorts of things. It's worth a shot to find something to help Xephyr."

~~~~~Time Skip + 3rd P.O.V.~~~~~

All of the Tronic crew peered out of windows as the ship landed. Other ships were parked there outside too. Silphy hopped out beside Shara, looking around. Zephyr, Cider, and Chronos felt odd. Xephyr was just feeling a headache.

A pale human was walking passed them. The sailor boy stopped and glance at them. He had short, messy, golden hair. His left eye was bandaged, while his right was golden. He had no shoes, and he was bandaged from his feet to ankles. He wore a blue sailor-like cap. There was a small, yellow bird perched on his shoulder. He stopped looking once he and Shara met gazed and continued walking.

The others followed him, seeing that he was heading towards a large gateway. It was guarded by two rather tough-looking humans. "Name?" one of them asked.

"Oliver," the boy responded. He sounded young. 12, maybe. He turned his head to face the bird. "And this is James."

"Species?"

"Vocaloid," Oliver responded. One of the guards scoffed.

"Pretty things like you shouldn't be alone," he smirked. "A lot of people would like to get their hands on such a Vocaloid."

Oliver glared at them. "I'm not alone," he motioned to the Tronic crew. "They're with me."

The guards stiffened and immediately moved to the side. The gates opened, letting them in. Oliver strode through, everyone else followed suit.

Once they were inside, Shara spoke up. "Thanks for covering us," she said.

"No problem," Oliver shrugged. "I've got to meet up with Len for a song. Bye!" he broke into a sprint down the road, calling for 'Len'.

Shara glanced back at the skeletons behind her, who only shrugged. Xephyr was groaning in pain, clutching his skull.

"Let's find someone familiar. Maybe TLT or Nyx are wandering around here..." she glanced around. "Or....we can wander this place alone and probably get lost..."

"Wait, what's a Vocaloid?" Chronos asked.

"It's what you are. Originally a non-living code that speaks. But now, I don't know if you'd still be called Vocaloids or not..." Shara shrugged. "Let's get moving and find someone who knows about corruption in VOCs."

Silphy got distracted by a shop that sold VSTs. "Ohh! Can we get a synth?!"

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Vocaloids :V