The Story of Nightbear Afton

Part One

  She followed behind the man. They were headed to the charging room, and she was trembling with a cold terror. "W-Will it hurt l-l-like last time?" She asked cautiously. He didn't answer back; he continued to walk. She knew she should be quiet, but she had a habit of humming when nervous. She began to hum a music box tune she didn't know the name of. It was slightly comforting, but the man hushed her. They were at the door of the room.

  He pointed to the farthest corner of the charging room, where there was a counter along it's wall. There was a small generator underneath the counter, and attatched to it were two pairs of jumper cables. She walked to the corner, and sat, hoping that it wouldn't hurt too much. The man went to the counter, and filled out a form, then took up a utility knife from the set of tools in the toolbox. "I need to find a more effective way to do this." He muttered. He went over to her, and took her arm, trying to hold it steady while she squirmed to escape his grip. "Hold still!" He growled, and she took deep breaths to help her calm down. It was ineffective, and she let out a small, pained squeal as he slit her arm. He then did the same to her other arm, and on two places on each side of her neck. 

  Her wires were exposed now; The man placed the jumper cables on each of the areas, clipping the clamps on the exposed wire. She felt a jolt of electricity, and a dull ache as her battery began to charge. She closed her eyes for while, a time she couldn't yet count or understand. The man had left, and when he came back, he came with a new person, who wore the same white coat as the man. He kneeled next to her, peering into her eyes. "Fascinating..." he murmured, and he lifted a hand to her muzzle. She jerked back, hitting her head on the wall, but he didn't move his hand from her muzzle. She felt herself relaxing. This man was no harm to her. Her nose twitched as she took in his scent; a scent of grease and hot metal. "She's perfect." The new person told the man. He signed the paper, and left.