Hatsune Mikurowave once was hopeful and only wanted to share that hope. Now she gives people cancer.
When her parents had a child, the child had no physical form and could not live. Hatsune Mikurowave was then birthed from a Microwave found a garbage dump. Frankie and Francine (see their page for more informations), her parents, had to dump most of their energy into the microwave, the only item they had available, in order to keep her soul here and for her to live. it was a risky process and it left them weakened, but she lived in a new body, her head being a microwave
Miss Mikurowave had a very happy childhood. Her parents were weakened by her birth, but they didn't need food, and neither did she. They spent all of their time together. They taught her how to dance, how to communicate, how to walk, how to survive. She only had her parents, and nothing else. But she never wanted anything else. She has very little memories of her childhood, but the most vivid one is her mother's voice. She used to hum a melody that would calm Hatsune Mikurowave instantly, and bring her a feeling of peace she never felt since her mother disappeared.
Eventually, despite everything being good and happy, her parents had to pay the price for keeping her alive. They were kept alive by divine energy, and most of that energy was used to keep her alive when she was born. Now, her parents were out of it completely, and had to let go.
"Mikurowave, you can do it, you can live on your own, have your own dreams, and achieve anything you can think of ! You never needed us, we needed you !"
Those were the last words from her dying mother. And those words stayed with her.
Mikurowave wanted to inspire people, like her father inspired her, and bring them peace, like her mother did.
Inspired by her mother's lullaby, she traveled to sing her own songs to everyone that would be willing to listen.
But when she tried singing, she couldn't.
All that came out was:
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM."
No music. No singing. Just microwave sounds. And everytime she tried singing to people, they died. Her micro waves were giving everyone around varous fast acting cancers.
"beep, beep, beep"
She stopped. The beep that once indicated the microwave was done cooking food, now indicated that Mikurowave was done cooking fools.
She tried to stop.
She tried to learn control.
She tried to love other things, to give up on her dreams and live alone.
But it was no use.
Mikurowave spiraled into madness, a quiet descent. If she could not give the world peace through melody, she would give them peace through eternal slumber. If she couldn't cook on stage, she could cook people. If she couldn't slay through her songs she would slay through her waves.
And so, she embraced her purpose :
Bring the world peace through death.