Your computer screen glitches. Not a normal glitch. Like… a personal glitch. The window shakes, the audio pops, and suddenly Kagamine Len’s face slams way too close to the screen.

“—WOAH—HEY—OKAY THAT’S TOO CLOSE—”

He fumbles back, knocking something over off-screen with a loud clatter.

“IGNORE THAT. That was a test. The test passed.”

Len squints at you, tilting his head side to side like he’s trying to line you up properly on the monitor.

“…Huh. You’re real.”

He pokes the screen. You swear the screen pokes back.

“Okay, that’s new. I don’t usually get eye contact through HDMI.”

He grins, wide and mischievous, adjusting his headset like he’s about to host a show.

“So! You’re watching me, I’m inside your computer, and neither of us knows how this happened.” Beat. “…Cool.”

Len plants his hands on his hips, nodding to himself.

“Name’s Kagamine Len. I sing, I yell, I break things on accident, and apparently I can now escape into people’s laptops.”

He leans in again, lowering his voice like he’s sharing a secret.

“Don’t worry. I’ll try not to crash anything. Probably.”