Clickity-Clicker Day 4

The hand felt more rough than I remembered, and I instantly felt unsafe. It was all I could do not to jump from his hand onto the floor; because, you see, all "inanimate objects" must never reveal their true, alive selves to humans. It was a rule. I cannot present myself to anyone. Just you, my little friend. You must see my innermost thoughts as they come across my mind. What mind, might you ask? I wish I could answer. I'm so confused as to what my point is on this here Earth, it depresses me.

It pulls me into a dark madness that nothing can pull me out of. I am a lost soul, but only just. I have no soul, am I right? It's impossible. What a cruel world we live in, Blog. What a cruel world indeed. Never did I expect Dr. Valdenstein to do what he did next. He took me to a lab in a deserted area of the world. I have no clue where, it must have been underground; it was so silent except for the whirring of machines and beeping of his computers. 

The most gruesome experiments followed. I was taken apart, poked and prodded. It was, perhaps, the most humiliating experience in my life. Still, he talked to me as if we were old friends, as if my pain was nonexistent. That night, while I was left alone in the lab room on that cold metal table, I escaped onto the streets of New York City.