coin operated boy

automatic joy

Ten years ago...man, that was a long time ago...I remember my maker, such a nice man. He made me in the image of his son who he lost so long ago. His son...Aaron...he had joined the army to help protect the world...he never was protected though...my owner was getting too old to keep up the shop but he still kept it for as long as he could...he would put me on a shelf to admire me...

I...I remember him saying words...something along the line of "love" and "forever"...I don't know what happened next but the next thing I knew...I was in the hands of a woman...she was with someone, a woman as well....they...they were pleased with me, for some reason....they had mention...a girl...someone named rose...I watched as my maker's shop slowly disappeared...

I discovered that they were...different from others...they loved each other...but....wasn't this kind of love....forbidden?.....I heard a knock from downstairs a few months later....one of the woman, the one named....Raven?...yeah, Raven....she went downstairs while the other one....Blaize....stayed with me in their room....soon after....the other woman went downstairs, leaving me on the bed....I heard....crying?.....but....who would be crying....

Suddenly....a little girl appeared in the room....she was crying.....where were the other women?....a solider was there....he reminded me of what Aaron would've looked like....tall, broad....he was wearing an army outfit.....he took the little girl and the little girl took me....this must be Rose....she was cute but I can't figure out why she was sad....I blacked out as I was pulled into the girl very tightly....

I woken to a new room...i discovered this place was for children with no homes...orphans...would I be one since my maker is gone....Rose's moms were taken from her because they loved each other....I saw how much Rose missed them and....I Missed them too....they were like a second family to me....I swear, I will protect Rose....somehow....

That has been the road so far for me....who am I? Well, I don't really have a name....I don't believe I was given one, not to my memory....I watched as an grown up Rose left the house, looking beautiful as always...I can't help it...I really love her and I plan to keep my word....She's been through so much...only if....if she knew...who I really was....
Around 6 hours later rose returns home. Its a few hours before sunset. Rose looks exhausted. And is. She worked as a dancer and choreographer. It had been a tiring job, but she loved it. Her hazel eyes glancing around the room to which she found her boy. She smiled and picked him up, setting him on the bed. "Ive had you for as long as i can remember.. and you still have no name..."she said looking outside. "Tonight is going to be a blood moon. The first in about a century." She told him looking down upon him. She left the room for a little and cooked dinner. When she finished cooking and eating she walked back into her room, the moon rising quickly. "Come on.. lets go check out the moon." She said picking the doll up and heading outside. She sat him in the grass in front of her home. She lived outside of the nearest town so she had a bit of privacy. It was peaceful. She smiled and went in to get a drink, the moon reaching high into the sky at this time.
I...I was asleep...but her voice...I woke up...she mentions that I have no name...Why....why don't I have a name?.... She's taking me somewhere...outside...she mentions a moon that is made of blood...how does one make a moon that is blood?... I remember my first one...it was the same night when my maker said the words "Love" and "forever."...it...it was magical... I...I...I felt alive?...She went inside the house... something about a drink?...I felt...different...my hands and feet...my hair...my body...what?...what is happening?!...

The coin boy was passed out on the grass, wearing the exact some outfit and same jewelry...he had a pulse and he was lying on his back, eyes closed.

Rose walks outside to find s boy sitting on her property. She drops her cup, eyes wide open. "Wh-who are you?" she asks looking around for the doll. That is the place she left him. Upon further inspection of the looming figure she finds that he is wearing the same clothes. She steps closer. "Is this some kind of sick joke?"she asks in a cold tone of voice. "Who do you think you are?" She said grabbing the broom that was leaning against the wall of her home, ready to protect herself. She walked in front of him staring coldly anger and malice showing on her facial features. Her brows were furrowed as she stares at the boy. "Who the fuck are you?" She asked not intending to ask again.