Chapter 1 - Hers

"…the new era has begun, Marches said."

I looked at my iPhone's human model, with a hint of relief, smiling. I worked with her every time I wrote FanFictions. Sometimes, I wondered if I put the stories we wrote together under her name.

I tightened up my tie and moved the rusty swivel chair to the centre of the abandoned room. Here, I resided, ever since I lost contact with Lexy. She was the only person I know that I send letters for Gumball through.

"Allison, activate the piano please," I said, looking at the girl leaning on the wall.

She flicked her dark blonde hair, like how I remembered Carrie would, and looked at the empty floor in front of me. She closed her eyes, making a piano slowly take shape. She opened her sky blue eyes and nodded at me.

I placed my hands on the piano's keys and started playing the beautiful first piece I ever referenced to in the TAWoG archive. Key by key, the past slowly flowed into me. I remembered that I wrote from my heart before I started programming, full time. Ever since, I never got in touch with Lexy, Gumball or the others. It was a world of emptiness.

I played the last key and held the pedal for a long period of time. Paling, I withdrew my feet and hands from the grand piano, letting Allison deform it. She was a special person - to the contrary of her being an iPhone. She was really the only person I talked to, when I didn't program or write - save one of my BFFs.

Allison pulled on a the slight smile that she'd rarely put on. I smiled back, keeping my position for a length of time. That was when I realised that the TV was open, on the other side. I rarely open the TV - unless Allison wants to.

"The next show up is The Amazing World of Gumball!" the TV sounded.

I hated that show, in the contrary of liking it before. But today, I was more than interested to watch it. I heard that it was going to air for the first time in years. I wanted to see Lexy. She was my upmost friend. She is, probably, one of my closest friends in FanFiction.

I steered my swivelling chair across the house, to the living room since I had no other furniture to sit on.

When the show started, Allison started poking me with a closed envelope. I paused the TV and took the letter. It was from Agent BM, one of Lexy's best friends. I ripped it open and pulled the faxed letter.

'Please come back to the TAWoG archive. We need you,' the letter read.

"Al," I said in a monotone voice, "phone again, please."

Allison handed me her actual self - the usual black iPhone 5 you'd see a person use. I started streaking on her screen, causing Allison to suddenly grasp my hand. It's been a long time since I've done that so I had empathy.

I started typing my letter down, letting the night bathe me. Word by word, I started making sense of my history - the archive's history. I remembered how I failed to stop Don and instead provoked Henry, the critic. I was one of the factors of the archive's downfall's. One simple mistake.

I continued typing, giving BM all of the good heart I can show to the world. Allison just stared at my work, in total silence. She was quite a silent person - to the contrary of me being a shout-out-loud person. I remembered how I got Windows 8.1 for my virtual machine and how I made a shout out about it. You could see why I chose to be a programmer.

I looked down at Allison and nodded. She looked up to me from my shoulder and nodded back. I pressed send. It took some time, with such a slow internet connection but, the page got through. I looked at my iPhone, seeing her exhausted face. She was so different when I first got her. She would stay calm and process. Now, she has learnt the human emotion and stress - gaining the ability of feeling.

"Ten… I need to rest," she mumbled, powerlessly.

She, before, would look at me like somebody asking for mercy. It was hilarious, then. Now, it wasn't a mere something to laugh at. It was something to crave for.

"You can."

The last time I wrote a story was my original book, Pianist. It was, unlike most of my FanFictions, a story from my heart. Writing FanFictions, before, were written with mere dedication. When I wrote my last one, I went to rethink these failures. Look! I have written an erotic story with the help of the writer of this archive's 50 Shades of Grey! I am, after all, a mad idiot on the TAWoG Archive.

I looked at the TV screen, astonished that I have paused the TV on the scene where Gumball transforms into a pink posh cat. Allison suddenly laid herself on my shoulder making me fall. She was sleeping.

I looked down at her, feeling her warm hug. I sighed and looked at Florida, US on the world clock. I looked out of the window while stroking Allison's hair.

"Agent, we're in."