Uncovered Files | Fem! Reader X N

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My heart raced as panic surged through me—I had been caught! In a burst of adrenaline, I bolted into the snowy wilderness.

"Hey, come back!" the purple-haired drone shouted urgently, but I was already sprinting away, my breath forming frosty clouds in the freezing air.

The snow crunched loudly beneath my feet as I dashed through the winter landscape, the thrill of escape propelling me onward.

FlashBack!!

I had gotten extremely lonely, and since I was slowly becoming insane with the endless days I spent inside the RV. There was nothing to do, I was too young and afraid to be able to leave the RV to get anything. For 135 days, I would tell myself over and over again, but if you try the same food you get tired of the same taste. I'd often find myself thinking about what would've happened if I didn't run away, maybe it would've been better that way.

... 1,826 days. That about sums it up, 5 years to be exact. I had reached thirteen years old, making me an official teenager! At least that was one of the good things, but it never made up for the void in my head. It was so lonely, the mansion that there once was filled to the brim with humans talking and having fun. I never thought I'd miss those days.

Granted, had I stayed I would've gone from robot to scraps and leftover oil for critters to try, but anything was better than this. Endlessly staring at a wall day and night, windows covered since I was too afraid to have them open. It was dark and cold. I didn't feel the cold, but I knew it was there.

I wasn't gonna vanish here, a memory fading away like sand under the cruel waves and into the vast empty ocean. Eventually, I made scraps out the the vehicle around me and made a small puppy out of them. With a bit of programming and wiring, it came to life.

There it was! A flashlight found in the midst of darkness, an electricity box when the powers went out. Although it was just a small dog, it meant everything to me, every last ounce.

One, two, three, four, cross. One, two, three, four, cross. Tally after tally of each day. One, then three, then four, then two. The small animal companion did help me stay sane through the days, and even made me feel safer to go outside! Four, then one, then two, then three. Day after day, night after night, colder and colder it became. Three, then two, then four, then one.

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Help me.

Sometimes I'd wish that one day someone would think for a second to look, to find me by accident in a mountain of rubble and memories long forgotten. I knew no one was coming, we both knew, but it didn't hurt to hope.

I'd often explore the outside world, finally finding the confidence to get materials and food, along with things that could entertain me for the time being. Minutes, hours, days, weeks, and soon years. Then come the day everything changed, forever.

I was venturing the area with them when a sudden sound caught his attention, and in response he caught mine. A small bark in a direction, and a neon yellow blinded my sight. I got pricked by a neon yellow tube with a stinger near the end, causing me to fall to the ground in pain and hold the wounded area. Everything had happened in a matter of seconds, he was gone. His lifeless body lay motionless on the ground, only half of him remained.

That one light of hope was shut down like an old lightbulb and a light switch, a flashlight flickering off as it ran out of battery. I had nothing left, I had only delayed the inevitable insanity that was waiting for me in the bottle I worked so hard to keep it in.

I couldn't cry, in the moment I lost every last bit of hope I had left, I had no tears to cry, but I wanted to. Sometimes I feel as if he was still watching me in the moment, if he felt hurt with the fact I didn't cry when I lost him. Maybe he thought I didn't care about his death, I wish I could tell him I did.
Thats when it hit me.

You never realize anything unless you've lost everything. Living life as a child, no worries about the future or what I would do if things went wrong, just a damn good kid trying my best. Running around up and down stairs, almost busting my damn head open. Not like I ever worried about that though, I was always stuck in my own imagination. Always being pampered and taken care of by those older than me like a kitten and a lonely dog.

I'm not saying I don't miss those days, I do. I genuinely do. In fact, sometimes I wish I never left those days behind, like I'd kept the dirty shoes I was given by a loved one years ago. Keeping an old artifact and wiping off the dust.

Flashback over!

"Damn.. I think of the deepest stuff for no reason." I huffed and sat of a rock before pulling something out my bag, it was a collar. It was blue with yellow stripes, and had a yellow name tag that said 'Spot'.

"Sorry, I should've done more.."

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