A/N- This is a sequel to Tales from the Parts Shop. This story will be updated more after I finish On the Edge. I'll just put the prologue here.
1- Prologue (Igor's POV)
It feels like an eternity alone.
Well, not exactly alone. I still have Mish-mash and Void.
Mish-mash is not much for social graces and Void? Well, they are a mass of cables. A mass of cables that I believe have the souls of everyone that perished within these walls.
Now, that's just a theory of mine. I'm just a lamp. How can I have a soul?
Do machines like me even have souls?
Master has the place up for sale, but no one has bought it.
I'm starting to gather dust.
I look at the box that Mish-mash had made into a makeshift coffin. It's sealed quite tightly. Void must've sealed it.
Oh, well. Guess I'll go into stand-by until something happens. It's the only way I kept sane in solitude.
Void and Mish-Mash have chosen to go into stand-by. I rarely hear Void rustling overhead.
All I have to do now is wait.
