NOTES: This is just a teaser.
It's strange, isn't it?
No matter how we are created, we are put here for a reason.
My reason was to sing to the children. My reason, was to make children smile when I gave them ice cream…and my friends also gave joy to them as well…
But Ballora grew hatred…
We…are no longer wanted…we…were abandoned, left to rot here.
Our creators…are dead. Yes, we know…we watched on the news, we updated ourselves with the current events. Mike is a hero…but…still, we mourn. How…? How is this possible to have feelings of sadness…of hatred…when we are just wires?
We know that Mike's son is coming here…
All I want to do is sing again…but my friends want to kill them, for what they did. I'll…try and help those that are coming here but I want answers myself. They want to…erase this establishment…erase any connections involving our creator…
…maybe, I was created to show that there is good in some of us.
Some…