"Phew! What a nice, ultra-realistic body! I wouldn't survive without a cold one," said the red one, chugging a beer.
"We have to think about our names, so the author won't just refer to us by our hair colors," said the yellow one.
"W-w-w-what? You're breaking the 4th wall this early in the story?!" the blue one shouted in shock.
"Yeah," N. responded with a smirk. "Watch this."
She turned toward a non-existing camera in the hotel room.
"Hey, readers. Do you know that you're basically reading a shitpost of a novel? And yes, the author actually forgot to describe the hotel room, sooo–"
"Noo, don't say that! That's not true!" the red one cut in. "Dear readers, the author puts his very heart and every thought into his novels. So please, support him, support us. Here, just for you," she said toward the same non-existing camera, then made a heart sign and smiled cutely.
[Author's voice from off: You both kinda right. Thanks for any support on this stupid little novel. Anyways, back to the plot.]
The blue one just took a few gulps of beer.
"Ugh, I wonder how much of our memories they saw. I read some really degenerate hentai manga back in high school."
"Who cares," the yellow one shrugged. "Maybe we can actually focus on our task, huh? Actually, wait, I have a new name for D. He always was a NEET, so Supero Neeto would suit him best, heh."
"Nooo! That doesn't sound cute at all!" the red one went. "We should think of something, you know… catchier!"
"Pfff, just name yourself J-cow, because with huge milkers like that, you won't get any other name!" the yellow one said, then smacked the red one's breast out of envy. They bounced nicely.
"Yaaaaah," J. moaned in a high-pitched anime girl voice.
"What the fuck was that?!" asked N. in disbelief.
"Hey guys," said the blue one. "Since we're all robotic girls, can we… you know," she said, then made a gesture the author can't describe because he doesn't want the readers to get upset…
"N-not the time to think about it!" the red one blurted out, blushing.
"Oooh, why are you feeling so embarrassed all of a sudden?" said the yellow one, closing in. "Don't tell me you actually thought about it for real," she whispered seductively into her ear.
The red one jumped back, letting out a short, out-of-shame yelp. N. laughed so hard she coughed.
"We should think about some Japanese-sounding names, like the real Vocaloids. I mean the ones on the internet, because right now we're the real ones," said the blue one.
"And what about a band name? We need to think about three things we all like," suggested J.
"Beer," D. answered quickly. N. nodded.
"Okay, let's think of a cute equivalent for that," said the red one, thinking intensely.
"Girls with nice butts. Beef steak. Games. More beer," D. started listing all the stuff she enjoyed in life.
"Girls? You've never touched a woman before, lol," N. teased him. "Seriously, I thought you were gay."
"Then I'm gonna touch you!" D. yelled, and jumped at N.
They started messing around, shouting at each other and giggling, but the noise didn't bother J.
"Oh, okay, I got it!" she said, and a light bulb appeared above her head, disappearing quickly. "What do you guys think about 'Sugargirls'?"
The blue and yellow ones stopped tugging each other's hair.
"Wouldn't that be too generic?" N. asked.
"I like it. It's simple and cute," said D.
"Oh please, you two always agree on everything, so I'll lose every vote in this team! That's not fair. Just kiss and make a baby, so I don't have to deal with this crap."
"Okay, then it's settled," said the red one with a bright, sweet smile. "From now on, we are Sugargirls! Now let's think about our names!"
"I want to be called Dururin," D said. "I've always liked the sound of the word 'purin,' so I added another 'pu' and changed it to 'du' to make it even more kawaii and unique, hehe," she added with a wide smile.
N., sitting next to her, stared in disbelief.
"Okay, then I'll call myself Nemeto," N. stated without any expression.
"Huh?! The hell did that come from?" asked the red one, surprised.
"I'm everything this blue-haired dumbass isn't. He's a NEET loser, and I'm not. So I wanted to call myself 'not a NEET.' In short, Nemeto. I added 'm' just to mess with people. No one will know what my name means."
"You do realize now they will know because you explained it?" asked J.
"I don't care."
"Ugh, stop it, with your superiority complex!" Dururin yelled at Nemeto.
"Well then, only I'm left. Let's see…"
Nemeto and Dururin started another argument, shouting at each other. Meanwhile, J. was thinking about things she liked:
Dogs, especially golden retrievers. Heavy metal music. Beer. Women. My name begins with J. So maybe… Je…
"Jebenebenememe! Yeah, that's it!"
"No way! That name completely sucks ass!" Nemeto answered. "That sounds like gibberish!"
"Maybe Juju? That's quite catchy," said Dururin.
Nemeto stared at her in disbelief.
"You just took Jojo's name from that manga… and replaced 'o' with 'u' so it would sound more feminine. Peak creativity here."
"Thank you."
"I was being ironic, you moron!" she said, smacking Dururin on the head.
"Nah, I don't like Juju. Maybe I'll just take what people already know and say it's a coincidence?" J. started thinking even more. Then, with a serious, proud expression, she said, "I'll name myself something mysterious and cool like Shadow Slave."
"Like hell I'll let you, idiot!" said Nemeto, then grabbed one of the pillows on the ground, laid on the three futons, one next to another, and with all her might, threw a pillow right into J.'s face. [Yes, there were futons all along in the room, silly me forgot to add this info, tehehe]. "Do you want to get us a copyright lawsuit before we even started?"
"Okay, then maybe… Ju. Just Ju. It'll sound cool and memorable," said Ju, massaging her cheek, all red from the impact of the pillow strike.
"You just shortened Juju to one syllable," said Nemeto, then sighed. "But honestly, that's the best you came up with, and I'm too tired to stay up this late."
"Yoo, you can feel tired? I thought robots can't," said Dururin, surprised.
"My mind is exhausted just by existing near you," she replied, then laid on her futon.
"Oh, just stop it. Stop being such a tsundere, Nemeto-chan!" said Ju in a sweet voice, touching her arm.
Nemeto turned to her with a hateful, disgusted expression.
"Call me that once more and I'll make sure you won't forget the day you got this new, sexy body."
A cold shiver ran down Ju's spine, even though she had a mechanical body, she could still feel it.
"Goodnight," said Nemeto dryly.
And so, they would meet their CEO tomorrow. Not as some no-names that just happened to be inside Vocaloid bodies, but as Sugargirls – a Vocaloid idol group with three members: Ju, Dururin, and Nemeto.