PROLOGUE
[Place; Unknown, Time; 12:45 P.M]
As the White-Ginger patched, Ash covered animatronic stumbled away from the burning building, they coughed and hacked violently, smoke clogging there servos, making it hard to function.
At least they didn't need to worry about dying from this.
They looked back, fur fluffed out, it singed and eyes wide, pupils dilating at the sight of the fire and they quickly turned and started to stumble away again.
'Don't look, DON'T LOOK! If you can't see it, it's not there!' The animatronic told them self, shakily.
They yelped, gears whirring as they tripped on a root and fell head first down into the deep darkness of the woods on this little hill, the one they used to call their own little patch of heaven.
They finally stopped rolling when they flew out of the woods and onto a main road of their little town, they trembled as they forced their gears to work and stood up.
People all around screeched and screamed at them and they flinched as some of the people threw stuff at them.
Their head started ringing from it being hit so many times with rocks and other things and they slowly sank to their knees.
They slowly looked up to see men in heavy looking black uniforms running towards them and other men holding back the other people as their system shut down and their eyes went blank and they fell over with a thud.