(Discontinued) Rusted Gears {Ballorby} REMAKE

Chap. Two: Don't Tell Them

Ballora's POV

My faceplates gently shifted, showing my wired insides of my head. I wearily moved closer to the unknown robot.

Red... white... grey... yellow... orange... green...

All colours visible upon my now opened eyes. I stared down at the, what I'm assuming, a girl. She was.. broken. At least, I hope broken isn't the right word.

I pressed my cold hand against the back of her grey wired neck, searching for the button we all have.

'She's really warm... warmer than anyone else here. Maybe that's why she has a fan.'

I found the nub of a button, pressing my finger tip against it and pushing it. Her eyes... eye lightened. The white mixed with green illuminated, glowing. I took a few steps back.

Her faceplates moved up, regaining their original posture. She relaxed them as the left lower plate containing her cheek and left side of her mouth fell. Her eat gently and loudly turned up, meeting each others gaze.

"H-hi?" I managed to stutter out to her.

"D-DoN'T te-E-ll th-E-m..."

"Don't tell them? Tell the others about you?" I asked, holding my words on a thin string.

A rattle was heard, she was shakily nodding her head.

"Why?"

Her non broken eye lowered. Her head gently and noisily moved down.

"... They won't trust you." I read her, like an open book. I don't even know her, not a thing.

"Here, let me try to find something to fix up your voice box. I've learned a few tricks from Fred," I gently smiled.

She didn't have much of a reaction. She just moved back, so her hunched back hit the wall. I guess that means I can get to work. (Don't be dirty).

-•= A Few Hours Later =•-

I sighed gently, looking at the new face. She looked up at me, it was very difficult to tell her facial expressions. At least she can talk. I hope.

"Can you speak now? Does this work?" I gently asked, smiling with a very soft smile.

"Y-yes... my voice is working..." her voices pitch seemed even. Her voice was clearly feminine and somewhat soothing.

"So, what's your name?" I asked, gently tilting my head to the side. I sat on a small metal box that the room had stored.

"Unknown..." she muttered, seemly more to herself than me.

"You don't know your own name?"

"What year is it, Bluehair?" Her head rattled, looking up and staring at my closed eyes.

"O-oh!... I-I-it's 1993," I gently shrugged. I've been keeping track of the years since my death as a human.

((Why 1993: Because the estimated timeline of when you play is between 1988 - 1993.))

"O-oh... I've been here for ten years, then... funny how time flys, huh?" She let out a raspy laugh.

"You've been here since 1983, huh? How did you even end up here?" I asked, she looked down. This might be a touchy subject for her, but let's find out.

"I wasn't made just to entertain kids.. I might be a clown.. singer, dancer, I can make balloons at my finger tips... but I can also do something special. Did you know that?" She looked up, a small smile appearing across her face.

"I can make ice cream. Although, I only.. did it once. It was 1983. I hate that year. It was the year I was made. A monster hid in plain sight. I was always aware of how many children where in the room. I didn't know then, but I do now... because I was built to kidnap. I was built to kill."

I looked down, feeling sorry for her. She couldn't help what she was made for.

"I always knew how many children there were in the room, because I waited for only one. So I could take a child. Kill them. Move on, repeat. But... when the room went empty, there was a girl. Standing alone, of course. Then my stomach opened, and there was ice cream..." The girl froze. "She screamed... but the other children, when they ran in, couldn't hear her. But I do, I still hear her sometimes. She was Afton's daughter, he shut the place down. Blamed it on a gas leak."

I didn't speak a word, I was in shock. This poor girl, she got taken away and pushed here because of something she can't control. Then a thought hit me mind.

"Couldn't you have walked away?..."

"No. I was no longer... myself. I stopped singing. I stopped everything....."

My eyes are open by now, giving her a sorrow look. Then she said something I didn't expect at all.

"I know you know who Afton is. I know him, he was my father of corse. But you don't know him fully, not like I do. Do you know where he is?"

"N-no..."

"Hm."

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hi sorry that I take forever. For some reason I just randomly got a crap ton of motivation to write

but not draw because my art style hits puberty every five minutes. so I guess expect more chapters and possibly a new book

btw, if you don't know, this is an AU I've made myself. planning to make this a comic but not focused on baby and Ballora.

inspired by Andimatronics video (that she posted 2 years ago) of a FNaF story and complete time line