One (A SPM AU BASED ON LN2)

The Factory: Part 5

"Who are you?" She asked, slowly sitting up, looking at him with awe.

He was so used to people looking at him with hatred and fear that whenever anyone looked at him with any other expression he always would feel a surge of happy feelings. It felt nice to have someone look at him the way she and I did.

"I have no idea," One honestly replied, just as he did when I asked him the same exact question in the woods. He smiled under the paper bag to himself, then held his hands out to her. 

"Who are you?" He asked as well, though he was sure he already knew the answer. She likely didn't have a name, just like himself, because creations didn't often get names, which was quite a shame.

She paused, briefly glancing down at his hands, then back into his gentle brown eyes, a confused expression on her face. "I... don't know either..." She trailed off, confirming his thoughts. Then, without hesitation, she took his hands as if she didn't know better, allowing him to help her out of the hospital bed and stand up. She was wearing a hospital gown which was unflattering. But looking past that she really was a fairly pretty girl. She was probably designed that way.

Once she was stable One let go, taking a step back while she cocked her head to the side at him. She was just a few inches shorter than he was. Probably close to my size at the time.

"Are you like... a here to save me?" She questioned, lightly giggling. "Like the brave knights in the stories? Your armor is strange. It's silly looking."

"A knight?" One asked, before shaking his head and holding his hands out in front of him. "Oh, no, no. I'm no knight."

"Oh. Well, are you... some sort of paper bag monster then?" She asked next, legit sounding convinced that he might be.

"Ah ha ha, Nope," One giggled, reaching up and taking his paper bag off, revealing a small smile. "I'm just a kid."

As soon as he took the paper bag off, revealing his face, she gasped and covered her mouth. "Whoa... You're pretty!" She exclaimed with wide eyes.

She started reaching out for his face and gently touching it, utterly mesmerized by the sight of him. "I've never seen a kid before..."

"Uhh, thanks," One nervously laughed, pleased with the idea that just the sight of his face made someone so excited like that. "You're pretty too!" He politely added.

This seemed to make her day as if seeing his face didn't make it already. "REALLY?!" She squeaked, jumping a little, her eyes going even wider. "YOU REALLY THINK SO?!"

"Well, of course!" One chimed, now really laughing. "Why do you sound surprised? Look at you!"

She beamed as if she was just told that she won the lottery. "You think I'm pretty! A pretty person thinks I'm pretty!!! B-But I was told that I was a horrible creation. I was told that I couldn't be pretty-"

"It doesn't matter what others say," One interrupted, looking at her, then placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "You're beautiful. No matter where you came from and no matter who you are. Don't let anyone tell you any different."

This seemed to make the girl really happy. Her entire face lit up. He could almost see tears forming in her eyes, but he must had been mistaken because it didn't make sense how a machine could cry.

"Oh, that's so wonderful! I love pretty things!" She beamed. "I wish I could see pretty things all the time!"

The girl then slowly looked down as if her energy was fading. "But... the doctor never lets me see pretty things," She muttered, her mood changing to a more sad one. "I think... you're the first pretty thing I've ever seen."