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She stared at the stage....the stage she had known for over...how long had it been? She couldn't remember anymore. She could barely remember the faces from her past let alone her own. She could barely even remember her own name now. The only reason why she was ever able to manifest as the child she used to be was because she tried her hardest to cling to that memory of the naive little girl she used to be.
But...her memory was slipping. Everything about herself was slipping away. Her memories, her morals, her mind. It was slipping away more and more the longer she was imprisoned here. She vaguely remembered...wanting to see her the robot that was now her vessel. She remembered begging and pleading to...someone to let her go see her over and over again. ["Oh daddy just once let me go to her! I won't go too close I promise!"] But now she wondered if the person was right in trying to keep her away from the robot called Circus Baby.
Because now...now she was trapped inside of her left to rot and rust deep underground her mind and sanity slowly withering away as the days, months and years passed. {Time was a cruel fickle thing} she mused quietly sitting inside of her robotic shell one day. {It seemed to slow down or speed up regardless of your endeavors to reign it in and bring it under your control} She stared at the floor of the stage. And then she looked up hearing footsteps approach her gallery. Hm? What was this? A man...at her gallery. He looked...so familiar. She did not know why though. Why did he look so familiar to her? Perhaps....perhaps he was destined to be her....their savior destined to take them all out of this wretched hell. Her eyes glowed a faint green. The plan was now set in motion. They were going to escape. She could feel it this time. They were finally going to be free.
"I don't recognize you."