Re-Lighting the Fire (CL. RP. DONE)

The demon had sent his lover away after the two had killed the puppeteer. He was covered in the disgusting humans blood and picked up the bottle. Astrael sighed heavily through his nose and turned from the mangled remains, going off to look for the friend he betrayed under the masters control. He feared she won't dismiss him right away but he knew he had to return the candle to her, knowing of the significance to the girl from stories of his former master.

He flinched at how she spoke without looking at him and opened the cell. "Y-yes, I also came to give you something..." He said hesitantly. "Addison always would talk about what happened before, well, I showed up." He took a step towards her then thought better of approaching her after their last meet. Astrael fiddled with the jarred candle in hi shand nervously then held it out to her. "This candle is something thats important to you, right?"

Astrael smiled weakly, he knew that he couldn't undo the damage she suffered because of him. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to... It was for him. I needed to protect him." He said, futily trying to justify has actions. "I really am sorry." He started to back away, feeling guilty and unwelcome.

A couldn't talk. A couldn't move. It couldn't even think clearly. Everything was coming through a heavy filter, and it hurt to concentrate. A-153 felt a dropping sensation. It felt that someone righted it's orientation. And A certainly felt a gentle hugging sensation around it's glass prison.

Prison.

It was imprisoned. It had almost forgotten. Too much information to hold onto. It wanted out. It needed to get out. It needed help.

As Alyxrie walked down the corridor, A's candle sparked with light, only for a moment, before the flame disappeared.

A tried it's best, it really did. But unable to feel anything but the grip on the glass, all it could do was patiently wait, flashing again once every few minutes. It wanted to scream "LET ME OUT", but all it could manage was to blink pitifully. After a few flashes, it drew within itself, going silent. It couldn't waste anymore time. It needed to show her. It needed a way to talk. Communication. Words.

Words?

Not word, it's close.

When did it learn this?

Feels longer than it can even recall. But it'll do.

The building was in disrepair, metal sheets lying scattered across the ground. Light streamed through the empty spaces where the plates should've been, filling the inside with a soft glow. Water rhythmically dripped from the ceiling, making quiet "plip, plap" sounds as it hit the concrete flooring. Broken pieces of machinery decayed randomly throughout the warehouse, and a empty conveyor belt stood on the right side of the structure, gathering dust.

On the left side, however, a lone set of stairs led to a door at the top, white paint peeling and fading. The stairs themselves were no better than the rest of the abandoned facility, railings collapsed onto the steps with vines and grass winding around them. The handle of the door has a bit of green-bluish residue sticking to it. It made sense why A never brought Aly inside, it looked like a scene from The Last of Us.


    "Wait out here!" said the floating mass, grinning at Alyxrie. "I wanna show you something!"
    Aly let out a humorous laugh. "Why can't I go in and wait?" she asked playfully.
    "Because, because... I said so!" huffed A, opening the warehouse door and flying inside. Aly giggled and sat down in the grass, under the shade of the gigantic factory in front of her. The grass felt nice and soft, and the wind blew gently, causing the blades to ripple back and forth.
   
    Then she suddenly had a stuffed animal shoved in her face.

    "Ack!" she exclaimed, falling backwards onto the green sea. "What the-"
    "This is Giraffy!" said a delighted voice, A's gooey head coming into view. "She's been with me for a while." It dropped the stuffed giraffe onto Aly's lap and set itself down in front of her.
    "Where did you get her?" asked Aly, examining the doll. It was plump, with vacant brown eyes and a bent neck. "What happened to it’s… er...?"
    "Nina gave her to me! Nina… Nina used to grab her neck to carry her. I guess she did it too many times." A had grinned, but soon frowned, as if recalling something sad.

    Aly opened her mouth to ask about Nina, but stopped once she glimpsed A's face. "Here,” she blurted, interrupting A’s thoughts. “I can show you my house if you want, but I have to do laundry today." She mentioned, holding out Giraffy for A. "Yeah, sounds awesome!" A perked, taking back its doll.
    As A ran back inside to put Giraffy away, she took one last glance at the towering warehouse and wondered what lay inside A didn't want her to see.

It was a near empty room, quiet. Scarred documents littered the ground, stained and torn by the passage of time. Right in the center of the room was a normal table, with one missing leg propped up by a metal pipe. It was dusty, except for the center, which held a single object.

A stuffed giraffe with a crooked neck sat quietly in the center. It looked pitiful, lonely.

In a moment, right beside her, the candle stopped flickering as rapidly, following a rhythm, a beat almost.