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At the back of the once bustling factory lays a secret.
It is not easy to find; as it requires a large trek. It is past the dormant machinery, large metal shapes looming in the encumbering silence. Be careful how you step, traveller, the thick blanket of dust will irritate the senses, cause the eyes to weep as you stumble through the darkness. It lays far to the left of the building, through cold cracked tile floors and hallways no longer illuminated, lights cracked, doors dented. You can run your hand along the wall for guidance, but be wary, traveller, for your fingertips will catch on scratched metal--

--If only the lights were better, you would see they were desperate claw marks of creatures once made of flesh. Like cave paintings, some tell tales, some sketches show the desperation of sanity, others show the purest insanity. You'd shiver, if only you could see them. Instead, your finger just scratches on the churned up wall, and you hiss at the sudden sting and warm flow of blood that ebbs from your fingertip.

If you continue on your way, be on guard, traveller. The floor has holes, deep abysses that seem to never end. You kick a rock down one after you nearly fall in it, you never hear it hit the floor. For some reason, this far into your journey, you find yourself wondering. Do you hear things, do you hear the old floors creak, or the sound of someone weeping?

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The Bunbot factory has a habit of making disturbing things. Most bunbots follow a formula, they are made for the public. Their minds are wiped, their bodies changed, encased-- they are shining examples of a new era of 'robotics'. Some do not.
Back in the past, some scientists felt the need to create a winged bunbot-- an angel. They left it's mind intact; they let it wake up and discover itself, what it had become, on it's own. An experiement. A laugh.

It did not turn out funny.

10 years after the factory shut down, it still remains there, in that locked room. The red paint warning they scrawled on the wall slowly fading.

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Be safe, traveller.
You unlock the door.
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Art and story by   driftbear

So happy I got to adopt this poor beautiful angel, I'm hoping to make a short comic based on the above excerpt eventually ^v^