Contains immense amount of Mikus. Also Mass tfs and tgs (short)

Idaho, America

“Such a stupid meme,”

Andrew Sullivan chuckled as he scrolled through another Miku picture. The abundance of Brazillian Miku fanart brought either hilarious edits, well-made art, or spectacular porn. All three types of fanart the American College student can appreciate. Memes transcend culture after all. Though this trend was likely going to end soon.

“Once it’s all done, I wonder what’s the next big thing?”

He scrolled again, skimming some articles and Miku pictures alike. Actually… The amount of Miku pics are astounding. He’s seeing less and less posts from anything else and more from that Vocaloid. Must’ve been looking at too much memes and now the algorithm spams it at him. Oh well. His thumb moved to press the off button, only to pause at the sight of the one photo that popped up. A very strange post that was made by none other than himself.

“I? Didn’t post this?”

Was he hacked?

It was a photo of Hatsune Miku except reaching towards him with a smile. It looked like it was drawn by Channel and the quote beneath it was alarming.

“Enough Brazillian Miku! We want a chubby American Miku too!”

The moment Andrew’s eyes locked in, a feeling of excitement began to rise. His surprised expression slowly warped into a wide smile. His lips becoming fuller as his eyes widened. Blue hair, with highlights of gold, flowed down as he began to laugh. A laugh that was becoming less his pitch as it turned higher. Actually it was less human now. Almost robotic in nature. His jeans began to tighten around his body before traveling upwards, shortening and shortening until it was more of a panty. An American flag panty.

“So true!!” Distorted and digitalized, Andrew screamed out with no care if he alerted anyone. He jumped in place as he felt more and more excited. More and more patriotic. Fist pumped up as his shirt began to strain. As if it was just ready to explode.

TEAR!

A button was lost but his comrades didn’t give in. Flesh began to amass.

RIP!

Blue pigtails now cascaded down in a pattern but also emphasized the growing mounds.

RIIIIIP!!!!

“Our turn to shine!!!”

And finally the top exploded, turning into something akin to confetti. Two massive breasts bounced in place and also invited her much chubbier waist to follow suit. They were thankfully not naked as a single American Flag bikini top kept that bosom from being revealed to the world. Instead you can observe as much as you want the slight nipple slip due to the inherent largeness of those breasts.

Andrew Sullivan.

No.

American President Candidate Miku Hatsune gleefully skipped forward, heels clacking against the floor. A clap following her as the jiggle of her butt kept bumping each other. But she paused just as she was about to reach a crowded street. A bright smile and starry eyes clear as a golden idea formed.

“I think I should run for President!”

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Seoul, Korea

“Surge of cosplayers are amassing here at Washington as-”

CLICK

“New series Solo Leveling-”

CLICK

“Lately we have a new trend of Hatsune Miku-”

“AH DAMNIT!!!”

Myeong-Suk turned off the TV and groaned. There was nothing to watch on TV today. Work was already hell enough with that bitchy boss of hers so she just wanted to unwind. Seriously, what was that bias? That damn pizza place she worked in was like a military prison. Usually now would be the perfect time to complain to someone but her roommates were away. So that left finding something to watch but there wasn’t even anything to watch today. Damnit. Why did Family Matters have to go on a hiatus? It was all because of that stupid Producer talking about how they wanted to do a live action show for that one Japanese girl.

Actually she didn’t even have to be vague.

Anyone with a working brain would be aware of Hatsune Miku. Why that of all things? The director was better than that. Ugh. Well. Today was probably just an invitation to catch up on sleep early. Maybe she could do her dailies for Limbus Company and then rest up for the night.

“Stupid meme,” Myeong-Suk muttered as she cleaned up her meal and headed to the sink. “Why the hell that girl suddenly became popular is crazy.”

Yet the moment she began to wash, she blinked. Her reflection was a bit weird. Was it just the water making her eyes wider? Or bluer?... Yeah. Very tired today. So she continued to wash, and began to hum a tune. The more she sang though, the more easygoing she felt. It was almost as if the days’ worries were just washing away.

“Maybe I was overthinking things. I guess the boss just had a bad day or something~”

Myeong-Suk was becoming happier.

The more she became happier, the more her humming began to turn into actual singing.

The more she sang, the more distorted her voice began to turn into.

The more distorted it sounded, the more her outfit began to change from those pajamas into something more fancy. Simple white became emerald. Almost the same palette as her hair. Her outfit became more and more stacked on changing with more intricate details that put it further and further away from regular nightwear. By the time the pizza worker girl was done cleaning, the woman that stepped away from the sink was a proud and confident green suited lady. She glanced back outside and smiled as she saw a familiar face.

Or five.

There were some Hatsune Mikus, each one wearing a slightly different outfit.

Nice to see her neighbors were having fun out there. Now… What was she supposed to do?... Oh. Right. She should be doing her dailies. Her daily transport for some of her other ‘sisters’ that might need her help!

Delivery Hatsune Miku / Deyvat Association Hatsune Miku

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Bristol, England

“The hell is happening!?”

“I don’t know!! It’s fucked!”

“Shhh they’re coming! Let’s hide here…”

“Don’t make a noise…”

Michelle and Colin huddled in the alley, afraid of what’s out there. Both clutching each other’s hands as they heard the screams. Then the singing. The singing was the scarier part. It was more deafening to hear that mass singing. Yet they managed to live. They managed to escape the clutches of what’s out there. Was it only minutes? Or hours? It wasn’t clear.

Both only moved once they were sure nothing else was outside.

When they peeked from the storage container there was no one else out.

The multi monster armada had left, venturing to who knows where. Both let out a sigh of relief and looked at each other.

“The cities are dangerous… that’s where they are,” Colin started, glancing towards where the monsters seemed to have headed. “We need to stick to the rural areas.”

“Got it… I’ll contact everyone I know,” Michelle brought out her phone and began to type. “I hope it’s not too late…”

“If they’ve turned we have to leave them. Don’t say a word where we’re going.”

“Got it,” Michelle looked up and froze. “.... Colin…”

“What?”

“When did you get a knife?”

“Michelle… I need a weapon to defend us from those things.”

Michelle paused. It made sense. And they did pass by a butcher shop. If anything she should’ve grabbed one too. They weren’t too far. So they could go for it. But then why did she only notice it now? Were they that frantic on their escape? Looking at Colin’s skinny hands… It made sense he’d use one though. He wasn’t exactly the strongest of the duo.

She glanced back at the phone, redialing the number.

“They’re not answering…”

“Hope they didn’t leave it somewhere. Someone else?”

“Yeah sure--...” Michelle was sure Colin wasn’t wearing a British flag sweater before. So why was he wearing one? “Hey Colin?”

“Yes?” Colin was peeking over the hood of a car, trying to look at a certain street. Oh god. His skirt. Someone was going to see under his skirt if he kept doing that. Michelle rushed to him and pulled it down. “Oh thanks babe.”

“Don’t mention it,” Michelle paused. This was wrong but… What was wrong? “I--- Colin--- Can you tell me if your---hair was always like that?”

“Like what?” Colin whirled around, his twintails swishing at the sudden motion. “... Michelle. We might have to split up.”

The horrified tone. This time Michelle knew it. Colin must’ve figured out what was wrong.

“Oh god. Am I turning into one of them!?”

Michelle stepped back, glancing at herself. Looking over her body. Was she always wearing a schoolgirl’s outfit?! Weren’t they married?? No wait.. You can be married even if you’re a student! Yeah, that had to be it! Frantically she tried to look for a reflection. When she couldn’t find one she turned to Colin for reassurance. Yet her husband was only staring.

“Colin, I’m not turning am I!?”

“Ah! Nonononono,” Oh thank goodness. “Hatsune Miku doesn’t talk to British people.”

The confusion on Michelle’s face lasted for a moment.

It was about the same time it took for her hair to cascade down.

It was the final step, as the couple now looked like twins.

“Oh that’s alright!” Michelle-ku Hatsune spoke out, this time her voice as distorted as her former spouse. “I also don’t talk to the British!”

“The only pounds that I need-”

“-is me pounding your mom!”

Both Mikus giggled, their digital laughter spreading.. And the two went off, heading deeper towards the city.

UK Hatsune Miku

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Hokkaido Japan

It was only a few days when it started but chaos had already spread everywhere.

Isolated areas were much safer thankfully.

But Mieko Endo didn’t like it. The fact that there are people out there who weren’t safe because of this damn virus. Or whatever it is. It’s horrible. The old woman didn’t really suffer from arthritis or anything. She was even youthful looking for someone of her age. Physically active too. It’s what made living in such a snowy cabin safe for someone like her. But now she can’t even contact her relatives. Not like she can use a phone to save her life.

Still.

It’s worrying.

She looked on at the beautiful snowy landscape and wondered. Her bare feet not minding the heavy snow or the coldness. There were no radios to keep her informed. No TV or anything. All she had were the gossip of housewives and house husbands at the local town. But even that she’s trying to avoid now. A solemn sigh escaped her as she thought back of her family that lived in Kyoto. She can only pray that they got away.

“What a truly horrible thing to happen,”

Mieko muttered as she adjusted her kimono.

Then her hat.

…

Mieko stood up and hurled the hat as far as possible. It landed neatly on the snow but she can see it in full view. She had never once worn such a hat. It looked like something her grandfather wore during the war. But that never ended up in her home. So why did she wear such a hat on her just now? Has someone snuck in? She spun around, arms ready. She was old but not derelict. She can still fight.

The moment she stomped, her military boots squeaked.

Mieko’s gaze slowly dropped down, as despite the cold beads of sweat formed on her. The entirety of her outfit should’ve been a kimono. But right now it was more of a kimono combined with a military uniform. Again. Gear that she had never worn in her entire life. Yet something at the back of her mind was asserting her that it was alright.

“That can’t be it,” Even her solemn and quiet voice was gaining some sort of energy. “Why am I wearing this?”

The more hopeful answer would be that she’s grown senile.

But deep in her heart she knew that wasn’t it. She can remember it!

She was an officer! An officer that helped in rounding up those who aren’t Hatsune Mikus! A peace keeper! Mieko nods as the memories began to resettle, akin to silt in disturbed waters finally laying down once more. No longer was she suffering from these murky contradictions that left her disoriented and dazed. Now she can see the truth.

And the truth was horrid!

“I’ve been here taking a break when all the other Mikus aren’t done changing everyone,” Mieko shouted with a digital gasp. “I must take action!”

It didn’t take very long for her to brush her hair, lengthening it to a long style. The twintails were easy enough. Soon, there was no longer a short elderly woman in this lonely cabin. Now there was a proud soldier of many marching forward, ready to change more people into her.

Military Hatsune Miku!

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It took only 10 days for Hatsune Miku to completely take over the world.

The multiplication of many Mikus could not be attributed to a single thing.

Was it because of a digital virus spread around the internet?

Was it because of a plague that transmitted from one person to another?

Or perhaps it was because everyone was Hatsune Miku from the start?

Scientists came close to finding the truth. In a very isolated area, they managed to find out that the Hatsune Miku transformation would only occur if someone were to badmouth the concept of the worldwide Miku trend. They were very close to finding the cure but they were hunted down. And now the world is only filled with Unique or categorical Mikus.

Long live the multitude of million Mikus that took over the world.

Their reign will last eons.