You were wondering through the abandoned house of the Greywhinder’s. All the lights off besides a few lamps and your flashlight. The house had horrible blood stains, holes punched in walls and the entire structure was filled with a sickening feeling of dread. The air was sticky and sour, almost as if you could feel the awful thing that had happened here. You wondered through the house until you got to the hallway with Marin and Gloria Greywhinder’s children’s rooms. Before getting a chance to walk into a room, a short, about 2 foot tall figure appeared in front of you. It was now what was known as Ava Greywhinder.

Ava immediately felt her programming start to take over as her mechanical insides whirred loudly. She looked up to the person in front of her, resisting the urge to pounce on them

”Mommy..?”

She asked, her voice just barely hinting at the childish innocence she still held onto