Hey everyone! You have already met my 10 if you read TSPAI, but she kept on buggin me to write her story, so here it is world. It has pre-movie, during movie and post movie, all in one! I hope you enjoy.

Something warm pressed gentle against my back. Something soft stroked my head. Something quiet whispered above me.

I flickered open my optics and took in my surroundings.

A child no more than 9 held me in her hands. She was pale, almost deathly pale, and looked fatigued. She has brilliant green eyes that sparkled when she saw me awake. Her hair was cropped short and was a dark ebony color.

"Grampa!" She smiled. "She's awake! She's awake!" She giggled. It sounded like a chorus of silver bells and I was calmed by it.

"Let me see," said an old voice.

A man with white hair and white lab coat turned in a swivel chair and stared at me.

"Can you speak?" he asked.

I opened my mouth. No sound came out. I strained, screaming nothing. My toes spread as I stood on them and tried as hard as I could. When I was done, I flopped on my butt onto the girl's palm and crossed my arms. She giggled the bells again, and I relaxed.

"Let me see," he held out his hand for me, and I clutched onto the girl's thumb.

"He won't hurt you," she said reassuringly. "He's my grampa, he's the nicest man in the world!"

Hearing that gave me confidence, but I couldn't help still holding onto her thumb until the last second.

'Grampa' put me on the desk and gestured for me to unbutton my chest. I smiled at his politeness. I opened my chest and let him take a cold screwdriver and stick it in my systems. I shudder a bit.

I felt something click and I opened my mouth slightly, but the girl shook her head slightly, as if to say "not yet".

The screwdriver was taken out and I fastened my buttons.

They both looked at me, waiting. I blinked and gasped slightly, realizing that they were waiting for me.

"Um…hi?" I waved my hand a bit. I jumped a bit, happy at my newfound voice. "Hey! I sound like Ariel!! Shalalalalalala my oh my! Looks like the boy too shy, ain't gonna kiss the girl!"

Both of them smiled.

"I'm Alice," said the girl, curtseying a bit.

"Nice to meet you," I said.

I looked around the desk and almost screamed at one of first sights.

A doll. My size. Dead.

"Wha-what is that?" I screamed, pointing at it.

It was a sandy burlap color, with two faded yellow buttons on its chest. Its expression was serene, almost as if it was sleeping. Part of me wanted to go closer and touch it, but another part wanted to run to Alice and hide behind her thumb.

"Please calm down," Alice used her index finger to direct me towards a mirror that was randomly on the desk. "It's one of Grampa's dollies. He made you too,"

I caught my reflection in the mirror. I was exactly like the other doll, but alive for one. My skin wasn't sandy, it was more of a pale gray color, like milk mixed with honey. My optics were a pretty silver color, and opened and closed as I blink. My skin was free of blemishes and looked brand new. My feet spread into three gray toes. I spread them slightly, dancing a bit in place. I turned around and looked at my back. It looked like a 01 in the mirror.

"Am I 1?" I asked.

Alice laughed.

"No, silly! You're 10,"

"10," I repeated to myself, memorizing my name.

Alice picked me up, taking me towards the door of the room.

"Come on, I'll show you the rest of the house!"

I stole one last look at the doll on the desk before the door closed.

Alice taught me many things about the human world and what was going on in her room.

"There is a war going on, but Grampa is working on a solution!" She was so optimistic. Outside, I saw a few crumbled buildings, but no large signs of war.

"Why am I here then?"

"You are part of the answer," Alice was now at her bookcase, me on her fluffy pillow. A blue handkerchief was my blanket, Alice's name embroidered in the corner of the cloth. I traced it with my fingers as she searched for a book.

"Here it is!" She laughed as she pulled a book and flopped on the bed, making me bounce a bit.

"Sorry," she said, concern in her eyes. She picked me up gently and placed me back on the 'blanket'. She showed me the title of the book.

Alice in Wonderland

I smiled at the picture of the little girl running from many things. The design…was so…wonderful.

She read to me as I sat in the lap of her blue dress.

It was amazing to me. A rabbit hole that went down to the center of the earth? Could I reach wonderland like that? I loved the Cheshire Cat and it's grin. I enjoyed Alice imitations of the Queen of Hearts. It was simple bliss.

When she finished the book, Alice coughed.

I looked up as she put her hand to her mouth, and caught sight of scarlet droplets. Instinctive alarms went off in my head.

"Alice!" I clutched onto her other arm, tugging at the fabric. "Are you okay?"

She stared at the blood for a second, and then wiped it on her skirt. The color was now dull, and I didn't want to look.

"It's nothing," Alice said with a bit of a stutter. Then she went back to her usual optimistic smile. "Do you want to see the rest of the house?"

"Um…sure" I said, trying to smile. I couldn't shake of the feeling that something was terribly wrong.

The feeling didn't go away.

And with good reason.

A short 4 hours later, Alice fell.

Grampa rushed to his granddaughter and took her to her room, laying her in the bed and tucking her in. He sighed and went back to his attic. I rushed after them on the floor and climbed onto the pillow besides Alice's head.

She slept soundly and I watch her chest rise and fall. I was concerned for her. What was going on? Was the only family that I knew of going to die? No. She couldn't. She just couldn't.

She stirred a bit and looked at me. She smiled and lifted her hand slightly.

"Could I have my kerchief please?" Even when she looked terrible, her voice was the most innocent I'd ever heard. Then again, I hadn't heard many voices in my short 8 hours of living.

I picked it up and handed it to her. She coughed into it, revealing more of the crimson liquid.

"Are you okay?" I asked cautiously.

"No," she said. Plain and simple. "I've been sick since I was born. Mommy and Daddy died when I was a baby, and Grampa took me in,"

She coughed again. More blood. I cringed.

"He made all of you, he's making number 5 right now,"

I gasped and counted on my fingers.

"But, I'm 10, and he's 5, but, why am I 10?"

It seemed like she didn't hear me, and continued without answering my question.

"Grampa wanted me to continue onto the new world, so he asked me to put a bit of my soul into you. I chose the number 10 because," She coughed again and her eyes lost their brilliance. "I always wanted to live to be 10 years old,"

"Alice…" I choked.

"But," her eyes began to get that familiar brilliance again. "I will get to be 10, in you. Will you celebrate my birthday for me? Please?"

I nodded. "When is it?"

"September 9th"

She coughed, but she didn't cover her mouth. She was too weak.

"I'll miss you 10," she smiled. Looking at the ceiling, a small tear coming out the corner of her eye, dyed pink because of the blood. "I'm not scared of dying though. Because," she coughed more.

"Grampa! Sir!" I yelled for the scientist, but he was busy giving life when another was being taken. I couldn't do anything. I could only stand there, trying to comfort the other part of my own soul in a dying body.

"Because," she continued, her eyes getting glassy. "I know…someday, I'll see everyone again. Like now, I'm going to see Mommy and Daddy. I wonder what they'll be like."

"Don't talk," I said, patting her hand which held the bloody cloth.

"You can have my handkerchief," she said, loosening her grip on it for me to take it. "I'll see you soon…10…"

Her chest rose and fell, tears streaming from her reddening eyes. A trickle of blood came from her mouth.

I heard the door open.

As the scientist entered the room, Alice left.

The curtains of her room waved in the breeze, even though I hadn't felt or heard any outside.

Slowly, the scientist walked to the bed and picked up the body of my creator. He cradled her and mourned, crying.

It amazed me how humans could feel so much for one another.

I left the scientist to grieve, walking out of the room, carrying the kerchief over my back. It felt rough with the bloodstains, and it was too heavy for me to carry in this war-filled world.

I found a sewing basket and managed to clip away the bloody spots with scissors. The fabric left to work with was able to make a scarf and hood. I made sure that the embroidery of her name was on the scarf, so she really would always be with me.

I fitted the finished product around my neck and head, pressing it to my face. It still felt warm.

In about 10 seconds, I saw her life.

I saw a younger scientist smiling down at her. I saw her in the corner of a school yard, shunned because of her illness. I saw the scientist making the machine causing the war. I saw myself being born.

I let out a small sob.

How could she stay so happy during all those events? Even in death, she seemed to be smiling.

"Are you okay?"

I turned around, and found myself looking at the doll who only hours before I saw lifeless. Concern and trust shone in his optics, even if he didn't know me.

I wanted to run away. I wanted to yell, cry, do anything but smile and pretend everything was okay. But, holding the scarf close to me, Alice pushed me to stay optimistic. Things would get better. Don't shut people out.

I took a deep breath and let the cloth hang down my back.

"My creator died," I said. I wasn't ready to smile. Not yet.

"I'm sorry,"

I looked at him. Something genuine was in his eyes.

"I have to get going," I turned around, facing the hall that led to the door.

"Good-bye 10," said the scientist, who I failed to notice.

There was a silence.

"Sir?" said 5. "May I go with her?"

A look of surprise came over the scientist's face.

"I trust her," he added.

The scientist smiled warmly.

"Of course," he picked both of us up and took us to the door. He set us down on the front steps.

"Thank you," I said. "Alice would be proud of you,"

A small tear formed in the corner of his eye. Had I said it too soon?

"Please take good care of her," he said, and left us in the world.

Was that meant for me to take care of Alice's soul, or for 5 to protect me? The answer to that question I would never know.

I kept staring at the closed as 5 walked down the steps. More like jumped.

"Are you coming?" he asked.

I shuttered my optics, waking from a dream.

"Y-yeah,"

I tried not to look back as we walked away from our birthplace.

Good luck!

I stopped dead in my tracks as Alice's voice appeared in my head. She laughed the bells, and they slowly faded away. But she wasn't gone. She never would be.

"Are you okay?" 5 asked again. He was so caring.

I smiled and lightly touched his top button, then running as fast as I could.

"Tag! You're it!!"

5 ran after me with a grin on his face. I laughed. My new life began with that laugh. A laugh of small, silver bells.

I hope you enjoyed this! I hope it forced a few tears out too! I love watching tear jerkers, but I love attempting to write them even more! Stay tuned!

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