one derelict room, he finally came to a standstill before a single shaft of sunlight piercing the beautiful porcelain shell of a girl.
Silence took him, no images, no voices. White noise seemed to have taken the place of kaleidoscoping images, and moments before he shut his eyes, giving in to another bout of unplanned unconsciousness, he was surprised to hear a series of banging noises followed by “Yeah! Fuck you, leaky pipe dripping all ov―I mean… Good show Sir pipe but you’ve lost this duel!” Which made all the drama before it seem a little silly.
He was awake now and aware enough to see the figure crouched in the sunspot, a figure that was likely the entire reason he was here at all. Before him was the shape of a poorly dressed girl, no older than ten. Her thin frame wrapped around itself as if she was afraid to let herself go, whilst her back arched toward the light. Thin glass panels drinking a rich meal before tapering at each end, wing-like enough to make a fairy of lore feel inadequate.
Long dark brown hair spun on the floor around her, each strand beaming with a vitality that poorly matched her pale tone and vacant eyes; like coal snuffed before it burned brightest. She had been there for many, many lifetimes, and our dear Usu had made her wait. He took a step, yet nothing gave way, he took two more and the results were the same. Like any who would have seen the same sight he did, he could not resist approaching her proper, and gently tracing his right paw across her mouth onto her cheek.
Solitude gave way.
Eternity cracked.
And a little girl’s lips moved in sync with a heart she could never prove existed.
“I missed you so much.”
As if injected with life itself, the machination began shaking and slowly but surely rose into a standing position as a layer of porcelain dust slipped free of her frame and wafted into the air around them. Her eyes were no longer that of the dead, but held a gentle flame that looked down at our protagonist with a pure warmth. Usu, being experienced only in things trying to kill him, however, reacted by jumping a foot back, immediately turning around, and running with his arms flailing above his head.
She wasn’t confused, or even surprised; she’d long ago spent enough time on pointless emotions already. The girl chased him with a speed he’d never even imagined, corridor after corridor they ran and, sanity notwithstanding, she began to smile and even giggle.
Then, just before being forgotten in the narrative altogether, Modbot rather inconveniently stepped into Usu’s path. “Oh god, why are you runnin― phpohsppphhh !” The last bit being an onomatopoeia best representing the sound Usu made as he slammed into Modbot's chest. The one that shortly followed as the girl slammed into the both of them is better left to the imagination, however.
The crumpled mess on the floor was not still for long. The pursuer had already grabbed Usu in both of her arms and was holding him toward the ceiling as she rolled happily on the ground.
“Sssnooow! You came back! You promised Rain and you came!” Her eyes filled with delight, Usu could no longer be scared of this girl. Her wings, solar panels of an emerald nature, fluttered and a smile brighter than any sight he had seen drew itself on her face.
This was but a normal little girl, and because of that, the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
Cranking his crankables back into a somewhat less cranked state, Modbot couldn’t wait until he was standing before giving this little scenario a piece of his pre-approved conversation dictionary. “Now see here Miss… Miss… well, an android I presume? It’s all good and jolly that you’re good and jolly, but I think you might have a case of mistaken identity. This little ruffian is named Usu and is almost certainly not this 'Snow' fellow.”
“Silly shiny-thing! Usu is a dolly, Snow is a boy, aaand Rain is happy!” rebuked the cheerful little