The prototype and his sister

The prototype (I hope you know what it looks like) was currently sitting in an experiment chamber—a white room where no one else was. Elliot Ludwig had long since passed away, and no one had visited the prototype, leaving him completely alone.

The prototype stood facing the wall, tears glistening on its cheeks. It looked as if someone had cornered it, although no. It had cornered itself.

The door suddenly opened, and Poppy appeared on the threshold—Prototype's sister, now in a doll's body. Poppy: Prototype!... Prototype didn't even turn around, not wanting to see anyone. He was feeling too sad right now—a rare emotion for a monster (not exactly a monster, but the emotion of a monster who was once an ordinary boy...)