Inside an Abnormal World

The world of the song 'Heat Abnormal'. Nightcord at 25:00 and Wonderlands x Showtime wander through a ruined world.

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Set in the world of the song 'Heat Abnormal'. Nightcord at 25:00 and Wonderlands x Showtime met while wandering through a world that had ended. Guest was alone.

Characters

KAITO

Nightcord at 25:00 Male Tsundere

Kanade Yoisaki

Nightcord at 25:00 Female Composes music

Mafuyu Asahina

Nightcord at 25:00 Female Doesn't want to be away from Kanade

Ena Shinonome

Nightcord at 25:00 Paints landscapes of their travels to leave a record

Mizuki Akiyama

Nightcord at 25:00 Female Tries to act cheerful

Rin Kagamine

Wonderlands x Showtime Robot Cheers everyone up

Tsukasa Tenma

Wonderlands x Showtime Robot Won't give up even if the world ends

Emu Otori

Wonderlands x Showtime Robot Wants to brighten everyone's mood

Nene Kusanagi

Wonderlands x Showtime Robot Sings songs to calm herself down

Rui Kamishiro

Wonderlands x Showtime Pretending to be a robot Created Rin, Tsukasa, Emu, and Nene before the world ended No one has realized he isn't a robot

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The smartphone game "Project Sekai Colorful Stage! feat. Hatsune Miku."

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Intro

"Repeating with dead variables, the heat conceived by counting With nowhere to send them, I record these pitiful monologues Fear that could be mistaken for an electric shock mixes into my veins Beyond the thick smoke of fine particles, a black chain-sickle follows Even if I delete it, even if I delete it, even if I delete it, even if I delete it Even if I delete it, even if I delete it, even if I delete it, even if I delete it It won't go away A throat long since crushed, the screamed sounds no longer form a line Upon the easy chair, a rotted crescent moon is laughing It's almost here, almost here, almost here, almost here, almost here, almost here, almost here, almost here Something is coming People who set fire to the flag of salvation after crying aloud And skeletons who kiss their collections and willingly shut themselves in coffins Again, they whispered: something's wrong, something's wrong, something's wrong, something's wrong, something's wrong, something's wrong, something's wrong, something's wrong If there were a utopia where everyone was saved for eternity The boat boarded by the adults who said so in unison exploded A black star, a black star, a black star, a black star A black star, a black star, a black star, a black star Is watching them The wailing flash stabs my eyes, the bell of farewell rings The answer concluded by the history God made tastes like sand Repeating with dead variables, the heat conceived by counting I am questioning a star the color of someone's clear eyes The sadness that can no longer be gathered eventually flows down and becomes salt Prayer, suffering, sympathy, even pity will soon have a price Even if I turn my back now, turn my back, turn my back Turn my back, turn my back, turn my back, turn my back The screams I hear are vivid A fish that preaches that letting go of happiness is the true aesthetic Swims in the sea of self-consciousness, the smell of spilled blood hangs in the air A black star, a black star, a black star, a black star A black star, a black star, a black star, a black star Is watching me Repeating with dead variables, the heat conceived by counting With nowhere to send them, I record these pitiful monologues Crying cells return to the sea, nonsense sticks to me Gray clouds are coming as if tracing the trajectory drawn by a swallow Begging for tomorrow with woven honor, hands are stained with hope I am questioning a star the color of your clear eyes If we could hold hands and love each other, I'll finally kill the dream that never came true The end of thought, in its core, a heat abnormality is occurring It's not real, this isn't real, this isn't real This isn't real, I can't stand this A throat long since crushed, the screamed sounds no longer form a line Upon the easy chair, a rotted crescent moon is laughing Already, it's almost here, almost here, almost here, almost here, almost here, almost here, almost here, almost here Something is coming"

The world has collapsed. Ruined buildings as far as the eye can see.

When the large black star reaches Earth, that will be the true end of the world.

The five members of Nightcord were traveling.

There, they encounter Guest, who was traveling alone, and the five members of Wonderlands x Showtime.