089 You shall see me a little while longer "The Doll's Tears."
Title: The Doll's Tears
Author: ginnekomiko
Word Count: 437
Universe the story takes place in: Persona Crisis a world full of humanoid machines and a few humans
Character(s) Used: Mew- a doll, the Repairman
Rating: PG 13 for minor character death
Summary/Prompt: 089 You shall see me a little while longer. Or, Can a Toy have a Soul?
The Doll’s Tears
I first came across the little girl with pink yarn for hair some time ago. She was dressed in a green dress, a yellow raincoat with matching boots, and she had a cute hat with ears in the shape of a cat.
She said that her product name was Mew, but her girl had called her “Mittens” because, well, she wore blue mittens.
Mew was looking for the girl who owned her.
According to herself, she was a handmade toy from Germany.
I can tell you this much, she was well-made.
She was built to resemble a small child; her body was much softer than a normal Persona. She had a very cloth-like feel to her face and body, so unlike the skin used in other models. I later discovered that she functioned on handmade gears and cotton stuffing. The amount of AI inside of her was limited as compared to most brand name Personas, but she had a very specific and simple function. She was a toy, and she wanted to be played with again.
When she left my shop, I did not expect for her to return.
It was sometime later when I found her again. I was called away to a remote Persona village to make a repair to an old model. In the same house, I found Mew curled up to the dead body of a young woman. Was this the illusive girl who had owned her all those years ago? Or maybe, she someone else entirely.
With some tampering and tinkering, I was able to get her to restart.
Upon rebooting, she started crying.
Her face was smudged with dirt and she was trying to wipe her eyes using her oversized yellow sleeves.
“Why did you wake me up?” she asked. “I was finally with my girl! Only… she wasn’t with me. Why couldn’t I go where she is?”
I’d never seen a toy cry before.
“It’s not fair! I don’t want my girl to be sad! She’ll be lonely without me! She always cried when I wasn’t with her, she cried so much! How do I get to the place she’s gone to? How do I get there?”
“What place?” I asked.
“To where the sparks go. Her spark, it was leaving her, but she… she still remembered me.”
Spark. It’s what gave a persona its personality and distinct characteristics. Some even called it a soul. Without the sparks, the Personas would be nothing more than humanoid machines.
It’s what made this little toy cry over the dead body of the girl who played with her years ago.
Author: ginnekomiko
Word Count: 437
Universe the story takes place in: Persona Crisis a world full of humanoid machines and a few humans
Character(s) Used: Mew- a doll, the Repairman
Rating: PG 13 for minor character death
Summary/Prompt: 089 You shall see me a little while longer. Or, Can a Toy have a Soul?
The Doll’s Tears
I first came across the little girl with pink yarn for hair some time ago. She was dressed in a green dress, a yellow raincoat with matching boots, and she had a cute hat with ears in the shape of a cat.
She said that her product name was Mew, but her girl had called her “Mittens” because, well, she wore blue mittens.
Mew was looking for the girl who owned her.
According to herself, she was a handmade toy from Germany.
I can tell you this much, she was well-made.
She was built to resemble a small child; her body was much softer than a normal Persona. She had a very cloth-like feel to her face and body, so unlike the skin used in other models. I later discovered that she functioned on handmade gears and cotton stuffing. The amount of AI inside of her was limited as compared to most brand name Personas, but she had a very specific and simple function. She was a toy, and she wanted to be played with again.
When she left my shop, I did not expect for her to return.
It was sometime later when I found her again. I was called away to a remote Persona village to make a repair to an old model. In the same house, I found Mew curled up to the dead body of a young woman. Was this the illusive girl who had owned her all those years ago? Or maybe, she someone else entirely.
With some tampering and tinkering, I was able to get her to restart.
Upon rebooting, she started crying.
Her face was smudged with dirt and she was trying to wipe her eyes using her oversized yellow sleeves.
“Why did you wake me up?” she asked. “I was finally with my girl! Only… she wasn’t with me. Why couldn’t I go where she is?”
I’d never seen a toy cry before.
“It’s not fair! I don’t want my girl to be sad! She’ll be lonely without me! She always cried when I wasn’t with her, she cried so much! How do I get to the place she’s gone to? How do I get there?”
“What place?” I asked.
“To where the sparks go. Her spark, it was leaving her, but she… she still remembered me.”
Spark. It’s what gave a persona its personality and distinct characteristics. Some even called it a soul. Without the sparks, the Personas would be nothing more than humanoid machines.
It’s what made this little toy cry over the dead body of the girl who played with her years ago.