Dusk.

The bright colours of the pastel world faded away into dim blue and violet skies. There was a faint, calming breeze underway that rustled the trees and bushes outside of the Castle gardens.

A single, yellow butterfly fluttered its way through the rusted, iron gates and into the green garden. It grazed the many large, hedge animals until at last slowing to a stop as it found a suitable place to rest.

The butterfly had landed on the edge of a metal blade, where an index finger ought to have been but was never put in place. The creature who the blade was attached to, raised it upwards to gain a better look at the small insect which had made a temporary home of it. Dark, glassy eyes looked inquisitively at it. A small, curious smile tugged on the edge of pale, purple lips.

Edward carefully walked over to a nearby patch of vermillion flowers and lowered the razors down towards it. This gesture encouraged the butterfly to fly off of the blade and into the bed of flowers. The young man gave a satisfied smile and stood up straight again.

His gaze carried upwards, seeing now that the light of the sun had completely vanished, leaving a starless sky in it's wake.

After observing this darkness, Edward turned away and retreated back into the massive stone castle behind him. It had fallen into bad disrepair, as the grounds had become completely forgotten by the world as time had carried onward. But no matter how incomplete, it was still his one, and only home.

As the unfinished man walked up the stairs to the attic floor, he wondered just how many times he had done so. One thought led to another and Edward suddenly became very aware that although he did not know exactly how many years had passed, he knew that a great deal of time had gone by since his creator had gone to sleep and never woke up.

Slumping down into the tattered old chair beneath the fireplace, Edward began to think about the past. All of the little moments and trials which had brought him to this point in time.

He vaguely recalled the day he had first come alive in this place, of course the memory was unclear and hazy, like trying to recall a dream that only grows fainter with every passing moment.

However, he received a small vision of the distant retention. A head attached to a limbless torso laying flat on a table in some small corner of the castle. The eyes of the head slowly twitched open, unfocused and glassy like the eyes of a porcelain doll.

A tall figure was approaching him, but strangely he felt no fear. In fact, he was rather comforted by the sound of the old man's voice, which reassured him in the silent dark of the castle.

"Hello, Edward." Said the old man as he approached the side of the table and looked down with affection at the partially assembled creation before him.

"Don't be afraid." He said gently. "I am your father."

Edward snapped out of his trance and back into the present. He gave a small sigh which was barely audible next to the sound of the howling wind outside.

What was this emotion that Edward was feeling? He had felt it before but he couldn't place it. Alas, there were many feelings which his creator had never told him the name of.

He felt distant and absent. Like something was missing. Something he had before but now no longer.

Edward couldn't have known that what he was feeling was profound loneliness, and mixed in with it, the pain of loss.

He had lost his father, and the hands he was meant to have. Then his friends.

Then Kim.

Edward wasn't sure how much more loss he could take, though he did not have much left to lose.