It has been over a year since Rose was found from the rotting cottage and warmly adopted into the Walter Manor, living her new life blissfully with the company of her four metal and six human friends. Life couldn't be better! However, amid the blit...
"The Spine..." I find myself mumbling beneath my breath, hot oil streaming down my metal cheeks in glistening tracks beneath the crimson light. Thrashing can be heard from the opposite side of the thick metal door. Gently setting a hand on its worn yet smooth surface, struggling to stifle a sob. However, it is cut short by the sudden thud against the door. The Spine's voice emits from the other side, shaking my sanity. With my hand curling into a fist, slamming it into the metal as I cry. Then slowly sinking to my knees, sobbing. This feeling of loss, searing through my core is worse than any pain I have ever experienced.
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Third POV:
The group of eight speechlessly stands in the aged bunker. It was an ancient bomb shelter used by Peter's predecessors back for World War 1, now used as a storage room. Unopened crates and aged materials still riddle the fair-sized space but provided enough space to accommodate the eight of them. Peter finds himself at a loss of ideas for the situation, he cannot seem to grasp at his train of thought. Steve curses obscenities while Mike is still in shock, leaving Chelsea and Camille to search through the storage crates for anything that may be of use. Their options for action are scarce, extremely scarce.
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Rose's muffled cries are noticed by everyone, Peter is torn at the sight of her sorrow. For her to see The Spine in such a state must be traumatic. Rabbit carefully places both hands on either side of Rose's shoulder, standing her up and guiding her away from the banging door. Rabbit strives to reassure Rose, yet no words seem to reach her. "C-come a-a-away from t-t-the d-door."
Rabbit leads Rose over to where Hatchworth and The Jon stand, both reeling from the previous events. Hatchworth rests a hand on the small of Rose's shoulder which is exposed by torn material. The left strap of her turquoise dress is ripped. He queries. "Rose, what happened to your dress?"
Rose glances up, her rose gold cheeks stained ebony. Hoarsely she replies. "It must have torn when The Spine.."
Rose falls silent before she can finish her sentence as the memory comes back to mind, tears resume their descent once more. Hatchworth can't help but hold her as she cries, he feels that it is the least he can do. Rabbit and Hatchworth look into each other's eyes, not knowing what to do. They find themselves at a lost without The Spine. The Jon breaking the quiet ambiance. "WhAt ArE We GoINg tO dO, PEteR?"
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Peter stares at the group of bots consoling one another like siblings. He thought of them as his children, now here they are, looking to him for advice. Advice that he has none to offer. His only inkling of a possible explanation, no matter how far-fetched maybe his only lead. What troubles him however is its involvement with Rose's past, a dark piece of her history that was previously thought to have been ridden of them....until now.
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