At the last moment before the manor’s curtain call, A mechanical spider quickly went backstage, away from the laughs from her audience as she storms into the makeup room. The room was quiet and she leaned against the mirror. Her smile instantly disappeared that was replaced with an upset expression. She couldn't help but quietly replay her freakish memories in her mind at her former circus. She murmurs to herself…

“The audience always wants something new. I'm no longer needed...”

She closed her eyes and steadied her shaky breaths, trying to suppress the anger bubbling inside her and with a frustrated sigh, she grabbed a glass vase and flung it against the wall.