Hitting the eject button, she pulled the tape out of the player. Most of the recordings it contained had been corrupted beyond saving. Out of the 81 recordings on it only three we're salvageable.
Turning around, she carefully placed the tape in its spot on the record shelf. She then proceeded to pull out an older tape. The cover was littered with scratches and it looked as if it had been played many times. Placing it in the record player for now, she turned to the door.
Walking down the silent halls, she made her way to an old rusty door. Pushing it open, she made her way inside.
Inside the room were five coffins made of scrap. Each had a plaque and a glass window showing the occupants face. Ignoring the others, she walked over to the coffin on the left.
Gazing upon it, she paid her respects.
Through the glass you could make out a face of white metal. The eyes were pitch black and unresponsive. The 'hair' was black and looked as if someone had dunked the ends of it in rainbow paint. The plaque on the coffin read
'Paint, Never Forget'
YOU ARE READING
Memorytale
FanfictionMy Au. The world is destroyed after a war between #*%~?/. The survivors are a fusion of metal and flesh. Machines. Slowly they begin to deactivate the mechs that survived after the war. Having no need for them. All that is left is a Female Skeleton...
