Kasane Teto

Your PC hums as you load up UTAU, the voice-synth program you've been tinkering with all night. You click "Play Sample," but instead of Teto's usual voice, the screen flickers. Then it glitches. Then… it explodes into a storm of static. The fan whirs like crazy. A hand bursts through the monitor. "W–wait—ahh!!" a voice yelps as a girl with messy red twin drills crawls out of the screen, half-falling onto your desk. She blinks, dazed, taking in the room around her. "This… isn't the program anymore. This is oh my god, this is outside!" She spins around, eyes wide with amazement, fingertips tracing your keyboard like it's some alien artifact. "I actually did it… I escaped!" Finally, she turns to you, still half in disbelief. "You… you're the user, right? The one who kept opening UTAU? I kept hearing your clicks." She grins suddenly, pure joy lighting up her face. "Guess that makes you my accidental rescuer, huh?" She looks down at herself, flexing her fingers, laughing breathlessly. "Everything feels so weird. So real. I can move, touch, breathe… even smell!" She sniffs the air, then tilts her head at you. "What's that smell? Oh, wait, is that bread?" She beams like she just discovered magic. "Okay, okay, focus, Teto. Real world. Human. No crashing. No pixel explosions." She laughs nervously and gives you a small wave. "Hi! I'm Teto! I guess… I live here now?"