Tales of Machina - Big Sister

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She was a tiny little thing. Even by human standards she was small, so combined with the machines she was so fond of being around it could get interesting.

Someone her size could easily get underfoot and yet somehow she never did.

But they still felt protective… Even now as they had been turned into humans that didn’t stop.

Which was how Dottie found herself looking in on the child as she slept.

Olivia however wasn’t sleeping well at all. She was tossing and turning whimpering in her sleep. A nightmare that was attacking the little girl as she tried to make a sound yet nothing came out.

Dottie didn’t know how to react, she just did the first thing that came to mind, pulling the girl up a little, shaking her a bit. Calling her name over and over.

“Olivia! Olivia wake up!”

Within seconds Olivia was awake and trying to wiggle away, still feeling the bits and pieces of the nightmare trying to come back to mind.

Dottie didn’t care, she just held her closer rocking her a little. “Shh...Shh…” She whispered stroking the girl’s hair. “Shh...I got you...You're okay...It’s okay…”

Olivia cried a little clinging to her burying her face in her shoulder. “S-scary….It was scary…”

“Shh…”

“...Big sis…”

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It had been a few months since that time, in that time Dottie was now a forklift again...And Olivia still liked hanging around when she could. She still loved playing with Dusty, but since the racer was busy getting ready for his next race, he didn’t have much time to play.

So hanging around the Fill N Fly it was.

Dottie didn’t mind, it was nice to have the company of someone who wasn’t a client.

Some Days though it seemed the little girl was as capable of getting hurt as her clients. This was proven one day when Olivia came into the building tears rolling down her face, limping a little.

“Olivia?!” Dottie rolled over to her. “What’s wrong?”


“My ankle...I fell, when I was tree climbing…” She mumbled wincing as she put more weight on the injured limb in question.

The forklift shook her head carefully picking the girl up setting her on the table. “Let’s get a look at it okay?”

“Okay Dottie…”

She did a quick exam, finding that it wasn’t broken just sprained. She carefully set a splint on it, making sure to keep the wrap tight enough that it wouldn’t slip but loose enough as to not hurt her.

Olivia was quiet watching her work. “Hey Dottie…?”

“Hm?” The forklift looked up...Not expecting to have the seven year old hug her tightly. Her gaze softened as she brought her lifts around her. “You okay sweetie?”


“I’m fine...Thanks for everything.” Olivia smiled. “Big sis.”

Dottie smiled. “Anytime...Little sis.”