Liz was lonely in her youth, isolated from people for most of her life, deemed a sort of threat to most others by her disastrous figure of a mother, who did not understand her in any meaningful way. The young lady was a genius, apart from all others. Through an intricate understanding of both magic and science, she was capable of anything and everything, it seemed. More than anything, though, she wanted a friend. So she decided to make one. It took no small amount of stolen material from the attic to start work on her new companion. It took no small amount of time, over a year and a half to construct him. It took no small amount of blood, sweat, and back-breaking work, for tears were of no use in Liz's world.
After all of this time and all of this struggle, she found herself with a quite sleek new buddy with a sort of bulb-shaped screen for a head. Finding him unfinished in this naked form, she dressed him up in an Halloween outfit she'd made for herself last year, when she'd hoped she would be let out of her smallish corner of this dusty old house she could by no means call a home. She held up a remote she'd made out of a old broken light switch from the basement that had been replaced for some time, pinching the toggle between her fingers.
Flipping it to "on," the screen-for-a-face flickered on, an impression of a simple, smiling face lighting up across it. "Hello," he said warmly. "Are you my creator?"
Liz nodded excitedly. "Yes! Yes, I am!"
"What is your name?" he asked, tilting his head.
"I'm Lizzie. Lizzie Sanders."
- Evelyn Raczynski
- Evelyn Raczynski
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