The first memory was a scene that had become a common occurrence.
We were in what was known as Star's room, if you could even call it that. The room looked like an old theater. Having a stage taking up both the wall opposite to the door and around half of the floor. The room itself wasn't actually all that big. The floor was covered with a soft red plush carpet, the kind that likes to try and swallow your feet when you step on it. The floor also had these nice soft red beanbag like seats arranged in rows with a path from the door to the stage separating them. The only light in the room was from the ones on the edge of the stage, letting off a soft glow that allowed one to completely make out what was in the room but still leaving it somewhat dark. The stage's back wall was a light blue with a yellow sun painted in the middle. It also had red velvet curtains. It was a very nice and simple room.
Star was on the stage, flying through the air in a series of elaborate twirls. She was in the middle of preforming a new dance for me. It was a thing of beauty, like all of her dances were. Star did like to show off. She was very proud of them.
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The next memory clip was also a common thing.
We were once again in Star's theater room. She was sitting on the edge of the stage facing me, I was on the red poof chair thing that I had claimed as my own (I marked the thing with my butt, it was my spot and everyone knew it). We were talking about something, when Star seemed to freeze up. Her face became empty of all emotion, only having a fake grin and a blank stare. She stood up from where she had been sitting and walked to the center of the stage. She began to dance, it still held her normal grace, but it just looked wrong. Her movements were robotic and gave off the feeling that she wasn't actually there. That the one dancing wasn't her. This was something that happened a lot.
Star was one of the three SMs in the whole building who had 'special needs'. I don't just mean like the normal quirks that we all possess. No I'm talking about things that effect their very ability to function. Both Star and her brother Wisp had ability's that came at a great cost. What Star was doing now is the result of her abilities effects. They were also the reason that everyone treated Star both like a little kid and a glass doll. Because, in a sense, she kind of was. It was also the reason why she almost never left her room.
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The last one was the last true memory I had of Star before she lost herself. One that had happened not long before she went offline.
At the time, Star was slowly losing more and more of herself. Her power was taking over her. Erasing everything that made her, Her. It was lucky for her to be able to get out of the episodes for longer than five minutes. We were all spending as much time with her as we possibly could, for her time was almost up. We were just sitting together on her stage, just enjoying each other's company. It was nice.
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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...