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...
There in the snow, Rose lies motionless. The elements clamping down upon her small frame. Oily tears have frozen themselves to her metal face from sobbing, now she is no longer conscious nor does she feel anything more than the cold. Slowly she is buried by the falling snow. Only seconds remain before her melody concludes. Her hand that held the photo freezes in place, the photo is blown away. Only the fading light of her heart core bares the last residing life inside her, dimming ever so gradually.
The Spine's POV:
I follow the light into an open field, nearly losing my footing on the even terrain more than a couple times but it did not phase me. Desperately I scan the area when not only the light is seen again, but a familiar melody plays above the wind. I charge towards it, in front of me, a figure comes to view. The closer I get, the more features become discernable. Less than a couple of feet away, the blue light illuminates a metallic structure. A hand, a rose gold plated hand.
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Hastily, I am on top of the mound within seconds. Plunging my hands into the snow and digging viciously until my desperate hands make contact with something solid. Falling on my knees, my hands wrap around what feels like minute shoulders and I hoist upwards.
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My hydraulics groan ferociously as my body accommodates the movement. Rose's upper body emerges, stiff and chilled to the touch. Her face is ridden with frozen tears, hardly any steam escapes from her cheek vents as I can hear the sound of her boiler struggling. I cry urgently. "Rose! Rose wake up! It's me, The Spine!"
Rose's POV:
I feel a tight sensation wrapping around my chassis, is something lifting me? I try to open my eyes but they won't move. My tears must have frozen them shut. Yet the grasp is still there, strong yet delicate. A voice calls out, I cannot decipher the words it bellows. The tone is...desperate, frantic even. I want to respond, to heed its howls yet my body is too chilled to move.
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Wait...I know that voice...is..that...The Spine?
With what little strength my frozen body has left to offer, I force myself to whimper or yelp. Yet all I can manage is a hint of a murmur. The gears within my cheeks achingly grind, aiding to separate my lips ever so slightly
The Spine's POV:
Subtle clockwork ticks faintly. Tiny lips part, a whisper of steam releases. "...Th-the Sp...Spine..."
A hushed murmur, barely audible but loud enough for me to hear. Rose is alive! Fire ignites within the depths of my boiler, my innermost circuitry sparking to life. Immediately tugging my trench coat off from my shoulders, I swaddle it snuggly around Rose to ward off the cold, carefully minding her stiff limbs from further exposure. Standing up, with her cradling safely in my arms. Rose's head resting against the nook of my neck, my voice thickens as I whisper to her. "As long as there is you and me, there will never a goodbye."
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