Chapter 1
I had to keep quiet; if I didn’t then she would find me. Picking a hole that led behind the pipes that ran through the wall. I sat there listing. Turning my head slowly I watched for her. I heard her before I saw her. The steady rise and fall of metallic footsteps echoed through the halls. Holding my breath as she turned the corner I willed her away. It was no use, as she moved closer I heard her humming a tune. When she was about right in front of my hiding space, she turned suddenly and stared. Her cracked purple eye constricted as if squinting, searching for me. Shaking her head, she left. I let out a sigh of relief. Just as I was about to slip out from the holes she popped back into view.“FoUNd yOOu!” she yelled as she reached in and dragged me out. I fell to the floor and covered my head “No!” I screamed as her arms reached for me. I thought I could hear giggling, looking up through my legs I saw her rocking back and forth on her butt. Gripping her sides and laughing. Getting to my feet, I started to laugh too. “Alright.” I said whipping tears from my eyes “Lets go back, I’m getting tired now.” Its been a few weeks sense I first landed in Twighlight/Pinkamenas room. In the time between then and now, I had gotten a better understanding of how the two became one. Back before the enrichment center was flooded (except for the test subjects stasis chambers) with a neurotoxin, they were the leading test designers. When they received word about the rouge A.I. they knew they had to move fast. They tried to map their minds, so when their real self’s died they would live on. They were in the middle of the mapping process when the gas reached them. Resulting in them losing almost all their memories. Except for the last few minutes they couldn’t remember anything. Unfortunately for them, there was only one completed host. That meant that they would share the same body until either they died or they found a separate shell for either one of them. But there was none, And even if they found one they couldn’t get it to work anyways. She told me as she brought me to a room filled with different parts of disassembled parts. Hanging from the ceiling were gears hung by wires. Along the wall were different parts, kept clean and neat. And in the middle were two small bodies, draped across each other. One was short and bulbous, with high shoulders and short legs. The other was a long and oval shaped body with thin legs and spindly arms. Walking over I noticed how the light changed each time I looked at one. Purple for the oval one and blue for the round one. Turning around I finally noticed how patch work she was. With random bits of metal connected dull white plates. Her head looked like a small fan with three blades along the edge of it. Her eye in the center of the head taking up most of its face. She had no mouth just the eye. Lower down, her body was hunched over with various wires hanging loose and sparking occasionally. Her arms were thin and ample, ending in two hands. The digits of the hands were broken along the knuckles, at the end of the hands were rough pads for grip. Her legs were bent invariantly, ending in different shaped feet. The one on the left being more splayed out in three toe like protrusions. Her right foot was more like a mass of melted scrap metal, poorly welded and barely hanging on.

“Why did you bring me here?” I asked, her eye changed to blue “So weE CAN p*hiss*” back to purple. She laid back and opened her chest plate. “fix” she said as she motioned her hand to her chest, opening and closing her hand, to mimic talking. “You want me to fix your speech problem?” I asked, she nodded her head. “But I don’t know ho-” she cut me off by raising her hand. She motioned to her self, then at me, then back at her self, and made a walking motion with her fingers. “Your going to help me, aren’t you.” I said. She nodded.
Moving towards her, I picked up a flat head in my mouth. It was several hours later when I was finally finished. Stepping back, covered in sweat and oil. I studded her closely. Slowly she stood up and turned to me. “Did it work?” she asked, then suddenly her eye turned blue. “OH OH Let me try! Uh. . . I like cupcakes!” came a high and squeaky voice. Her eye turned to purple. “Yay! I cant believe that I got our voice to come back!” I glared at her, “Er well with some help of course.” she stammered.

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