The gears of the clock towers clicking woke me up as I stared at the grey, lifeless sky of the apocalypse. Only thing I could see through my one working doll eye was a few mutaded crows with their sharp talons and gear like wings. My leg needed oiling again so I walked to the mirror and saw my porcelana doll face, my short blue collared dress, and my artificial metal limbs. My hideous face showed no bounds. It was a long time since I died. My master put my coração in this prison of steam and iron. I. definetly enjoyed slitting his throat with my one faca arm. Oh the so many people whom I roubou their robotic parts. But its not about the parts.


I just want someone to play with forever.
And ever
And ever
And ever.......

Will you play with me?