Author's note: Hello again. I'm back with a new fanfic. I hope you enjoy reading my stuff and if you haven't and you enjoy this one, please read my other stories. Anyways, this is a oneshot on Ushio Okazaki and Tomoya Okazaki/Robot doll. It's in Tomoya's perspective, but i think i'm going to make another one with Ushio in first person or second person, whatever fits i guess. Anyway, i hope you enjoy this and please review because it helps me with my writing.
This is the story about a girl in a world that has ended.
There is no one here, nothing left but bits and pieces of junk, except for the girl.
She is all alone in this sad, lonely world. She sits and stares out the window, at this empty land, where only a table and chair sit in this room.
She is alone, wanting a friend, but nothing lives and nothing dies here in this world.
She remembers a world that was full of life, people, and would do anything just to get back to that world.
She stares out the window, wanting to get out of this room, but knowing she can't. She is trapped, desperate, for a way to go back to the world she once knew.
She tried countless times to make a friend, a companion in which she brought life to this dying world, but she failed miserably each time.
I was the only one that turned out right, while she grabbed my new bodies hand, and we grew inseparable as time went by.
I grew lonely, having no one like me to have around me, so the girl helped me reconstruct a body for a friend. Although, it didn't come alive, and i became sad.
We made many things, a play thing for two and a machine to take us far away from this dying place.
Then suddenly, everything changed. I WANTED to go outside of this barren room, taking the girl with me, to a place that's fun.
But one snowy day took that dream away from me, from us.
We had ventured out into the great unknown, feeling nostalgic and filled with wonder, as the house was left far back in the distance. It was snowy, so much white snow covered the ground, and frigid.
The girl was lagging behind, the cold getting to her, and her words drifted into the snowy atmosphere. "Pretty soon, it will get colder and i will stop moving." Is that what was happening now? She told me a story of the world that we both used to know, a world filled with life, filled with shining lights.
"The lights are people's hopes and dreams. Even in this world, their hopes shine and fly here too." Then she told me that we knew each other in the other world, we were very close, and i begged her to tell me more. "I've got to go, but we'll meet again." She said to me, but i had to know more, know how or why.
A bright light, like sun coming in through the cloudy sky, shined down upon us as a melody was hummed. "That song. Well, you should know it. It's the song you always sing to me..." Wait, but i still don't understand! Please, help me understand. But we had been thrown apart, leaving her words to fill the air, her last words to me.
"Until we meet again, Daddie."
This long awaited journey has finally come to an end.
My long awaited journey finally stops at you.
