Wendy, from the game Don't Starve. PG for now; possible discussion of death and suicide.

[darkanddreamless]

"A deal with the devil... I should have known."

In an expanse of wilderness that seems vast, almost endless, sits a young girl. Though she can't be more than perhaps 13 years old, there seems to be a great and heavy sadness surrounding her. Cradled protectively in her small, white hands is a pale lotus flower, its petals closed.

"Abigail... are you there? Can you hear me...?"

She calls to someone who doesn't seem to be there. It's very nearly ironic, considering she seems entirely unaware of the presence of the very real and physically manifested person approaching her...

[A NOTE: though the OP is prose, if you'd like to reply with brackets, feel free. I'm up for either.]

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[cl4ptr4p]

It was behind her when she called out, some distance away. It sped over on its one wheel when it heard her voice, and its motor zipped as it steered himself haphazardly around to come to rest in front of her.

"Greetings! You are the first person I have seen here! Wherever here is! Do you know how I got here?"

oH MY GOD IT'S CLAPTRAP

[darkanddreamless]

What-- oh... already too-large eyes widened further. A machine-- not that it was something she was unfamiliar with anymore, after her arrival in... wherever that place was, but it was still somewhat off-putting.

And this one spoke like a person.

How strange.

"You aren't one of his technological terrors?" It was only slightly accusing.

:D

[cl4ptr4p]

"If you are implying I am someone's minion I can tell you you couldn't be more wrong! Sure, I may have been made by Hyperion, but once Handsome Jack got it in his head he needed to destroy all of us, I became an outlaw! A rebel!"

[darkanddreamless]

None of those words were familiar, but it didn't matter. The robot had confirmed all that she needed to know either way.

He wasn't Maxwell's work. So that must have meant he was a victim, like her.

"I see. Welcome to hell, in that case. Or what might be it. ... honestly, this seems more like a purgatory."

[cl4ptr4p]

"Purgatory?" The robot spun in a circle on its wheel. "I always wondered what would happen if I ever broke down and needed repairs! That must be what happened!"

[darkanddreamless]

"Maybe."

She stood, brushing her skirt clean, the flower held carefully in her other hand still.

"I'm not dead. Not yet, anyway. But maybe you are. Since you don't seem to remember coming here..."