The ride to his new home took hours, they passed countless hills and the town that he and his father's father never left were far behind him. Newton was now in an isolated location where there was no signs of people or life, he saw a lone hill and atop the biggest and tallest building he ever saw in his life. He was told that this was his new home. It was called Gearheart Manor and it was a twisted spire that seemed to have no end, there were gears twitching and steam pouring all along it's body. The thing seemed almost alive.
They came to the front gate which seemed like it could fit either 100 people at once or one giant person. The elderly woman wobbled out of the carriage behind him coughing and wheezing. She gathered her self and prepared to speak.
"This is where we must part Mr.Greymill, here is where you will use the master key to get in."
Looking at both keys in hand Newton decided to go with the one that looked like it would open a house but was met with disapproval from the elderly woman.
"No sir that is...for something else use the other key if you would."
Wanting this day to end Newton sighed and got out the stubby round key but when he was looking for the hole to place it he did not notice the messenger was stepping back past the manor's threshold. He was having a tough time finding the hole for this abnormal key that is because when he found it he discovered that the hole too was abnormal. It was just a circular mouth that when he stuck in it was devoured out of his hands. The key was now inside the door making it complete and then he heard clinking and clanking through out the house. He turned around to ask the messenger what was up but was just able to turn just in time to see a gate close on the elderly woman. The last thing he saw of her and the outside world was a sad and regretful expression on the woman's face. Newton was confused and furious in the motion of banging on the door however he was stopped in his action when he heard the giant door behind him go up into the ceiling. The manor was now open to him and he had no where else to go.
It did not take long for Newton to realize he had no options so inside the mansion he went and although it was his prison right now it could admire how beautiful it was. The entrance hall had furnishes made of fine leather, painting of men and women he only heard of. Tables with fruit, small meat and drinks. He was still in an state of confusion and no direction but then he heard the voice.
"About time my dear nephew I got worried that you would not show."
Freaking out by the mature voice that brought him back to the world he looked for the source but all he saw was a room full of decoration and a odd box on the wall where the staircase began.
"No reply, how rude and this is our first meeting too."
He realized that that box was the source of the voice and calling him her nephew..., but that was impossible right she was suppose to be dead.
"Aunt Elizabeth, I thought you ere dead?" He asked still taken aback by this whole situation.
"Ding ding someone's brain is still working and to answer that I guess yes and no?"
There were a thousand questions that Newton wanted to ask but before all else Newton was a husband and father so before he could be logical he had the tendency to get emotional.
"Why am I whats going on?" He roared at the box in the wall.
"Straight to it then, well it's simple my nephew you are here to play with my toys."
Before he could demand what she was talking about he saw, the walls spat out on all four sides metal spheres that when they stopped rolling rose up and formed into what looked like a body's. They had long soft looking legs, arms that could stretch beyond human understanding, faces with no eyes but a wide hole that some liquid seeping out and you could hear a faint suction sound, and oddly enormous bouncing breasts and what clearly was working female genitals. But there skin was completely white chrome and inside where their stomach should be it was like see through glass and you could see all the working parts moving and clanking along, with steam at the top of their heads coming out whenever they need it too.
Newton was taken aback by these Automatic monstrosities that approached with their fearless faces, the only sound they made was the clanking and wheezing of the parts inside. As they got closer he saw that they were numbered at the right breast 1-4.
"Or will they play with you?" His aunt teased in the voice box above laughing at him.
This is how Newton Greymill found himself trapped in a manor filled with Automatic Beings lunging toward him, the question what does the young man do next?
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