Prolog

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Grey pov.

Tap, tap, tap. Wires go into my body lining my mechanical flesh. Bolts tighten the screws locking my parts in place. My memory board empty, pre-written knowledge recorded into my mind. Images start to form, letters, control over my body grew. Each part of my body started moving with the flow of power now powering my body. Blonde hair entered my new vision, pale blue walls containing us. Blue eyes in cased with violet. Roses don't compare to them, the beauty of them compare to nothing!

"Hello, can you hear me?" He asks, I nod feeling my new control. "My name's Vio, I created and designed you to be my friend. I have allowed you to create your own personality. Your name is Grey." Vio responds in his beautiful voice, a true lullaby.

"Why?" a simple word that is commonly used to ask, how something works or happens. 

"Because I was lonely. I've been sucked into so many different dimensions all seemingly further from my home... This way I can finally at least have someone to talk to."

Three months past my personality forming each day. Until a portal formed taking me and Vio into a new world, but we didn't land in the same place, most likely separating us by miles

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