I never created Nutcracker: The Motion Picture.
Frowning, Herr Drosselmeyer glanced from the clock he recently created to the toy he currently worked on. Any minute near or after midnight always caused him to scowl. Occasionally sob. Herr Drosselmeyer recalled one particular midnight. Even when he continued with his attempt to finish the toy.
His frown remained.
It was before midnight as Herr Drosselmeyer stood by the side of Clara's bed. Exactly one week ago.
The sight of Clara writhing on her bed was the cause of Herr Drosselmeyer's lower lip trembling. There was nothing he could do to save her.
''I'll suffer with you,'' Herr Drosselmeyer said to Clara. Tears streamed down his face for a split second. He viewed her while she ceased writhing. Then her smile.
Herr Drosselmeyer removed a toy for his goddaughter from a cloak. The toy was placed in her arms. He watched as she continued to smile.
Her final expression.
It was after midnight when Clara ceased breathing.
Herr Drosselmeyer finished the toy after the flashback. The corner of his mouth went up. A toy for his goddaughter's grave. He admired the toy before it fell apart. His eye widened for a few seconds. Herr Drosselmeyer recalled everything another time. Midnight. His goddaughter's demise.
There were many tears as Herr Drosselmeyer sobbed. While he fell apart with the toy.
THE END