Bree was sipping some coffee as she and Olu sat in the dining hall; Annie had been with them but was now in the maid's bedroom sitting on the large Bean bag that made up her bed; she had nothing on, something that would have been embarrassing for most but as Annie was a doll she had nothing to be embarrassed about.
"I'm gonna be late," She complained; across from her, Bella and Zoey were hard at work cleaning up an orange stain on Annie's patchwork Maid's outfit.
"You're the moron who spilled Orange juice all over her front," Zoey spat back. "Just be happy we were able to clean it off of your chest before it could stain,"
"I don't stain," Annie shot back. "My fabric skin is just as washable as your skin,"
"Yeah? Well, your outfit isn't," Bella said in an irritable tone, as she used an item similar to a clothing Iron mixed with a sponge on the maid uniform, "Some of it's coming off. Still, some patches are really holding the stain in," Bella violently used the cleaning tool and pressed hot water, soap, and stain remover into the uniform, steaming it dry just as fast as she made it wet.
"I can't get this out," Bella cried out. "Annie, you're gonna have to wear something else," There was a moment of silence before Bella frowned, "Wait, do you have anything?"
Annie frowned and put her hand to her forehead for a moment, "Well, I vaguely remember that I used to wear a different outfit before Mistress Bree had any maids," Annie frowned as she tried to remember it, the memory oddly hazy, as though she was trying to remember being a different person. "I can't seem to remember what it was or where it might be,"
"You are one of Mistress Bree's oldest creations," Bella muttered, "It could be she didn't breathe full life into you when you were first created because she lacked the power to do so; I vaguely recall hearing Mistress Bree once say an NPC without a Bio has no personality,"
"A What without what?" Annie asked in confusion.
"I'm not sure what it stands for, but she used to use NPC to refer to us before we came to this land," Bella thought for a moment before shaking her head. "I can't remember a time when you didn't dress in this uniform," Bella looked to Zoey, who simply shook her head.
"Don't look at me; I was Mistress Bree's eleventh Creation. I've only been alive for four years at this point,"
"Dang it, who would remember?" Bella muttered, "Annie, you were Mistress Brees's third Creation, right? Any idea who the first two were?"
"I'm pretty sure she made Sheepy First and Orion Second," Annie decided after some thought, "But I doubt either would remember,"
"We only have an hour before you're to leave with the Mistress," Zoey noted. "We'll just have to ask them if they know what might have become of your original outfit,"
"Alright, I'll go ask," Annie said as she got up and made her way to the door.
"Put something on," Bella and Zoey called out to her as they rushed to stop her from walking around in her shameless nudity.
Annie grumbled as she tightened the plain white bathrobe that Zoey had grabbed from the third floor.
"Sheepy is in the Dining hall with Mistress Bree, so we'll go find Orion first," Bella decided, "We'll just have to find him. First, we should look-"
"Orion is still asleep in his room," Beth said, startling all three maids.
"Why in the name of our Mistress are you so quiet?" Zoey demanded.
"If we were caught stealing food, we were whipped without mercy for the sin of thievery," Beth replied simply. "And we were fed very little on a daily basis; the only way to survive to adulthood was either by being strong enough to survive the lashing or being stealthy enough not to get caught,"
"Alright, maybe tell Mistress Bree about that," Bella recommended, seeing the opportunity to distract her Mistress Long enough to talk to Sheepy without being noticed.
"Very well then," Beth said as she proceeded to walk into the Dining room.
"Alright, let's go talk to Orion. Hopefully, Beth's sob story will make Bree want to shower her with attention. She'll leave the dining hall long enough for us to return and question Sheepy," The Trio all rushed up to the fourth floor and quickly found Silver and Orion's room; Zoey banged on the large Door, and Orion opened it after the third knock.
"Orion sleeps," he complained.
"Orion, you're one of Mistress Bree's oldest creations. Do you remember what Annie wore when she was first made and where it might have gone?"
Orion stared at them for a moment, his eyes seemingly glazed over; Zoey was ready to call it a failure and go to Sheepy, then Orion actually spoke, "Orion remembers…that the Mansion use to only be two stories tall, Mistress Bree's home was always under invasion, and Orion was the one in charge of the defense force while she was away, I remember failing and having to watch as the invaders stole everything from her,"
Orion muttered as his hands clenched, and he looked down at them in silence for a moment. "I used to have a Hammer and wore Armor?" he blinked his eyes and then screamed out in panic. "Where did they go?"
"Oh no," Annie groaned as Orion looked around.
"Orion has lost his gear," He realized in shock. "Orion is failure," Orion fell to the floor in shame, and Bella picked him up.
"Come on, fluff ball," She said. "Sheepy's the oldest one of us all; if anyone can help you and Annie find your ordinal gear, it's her," Orion got to his feet and ran down the hall with vigor, the maids easily catching up to him as they made their way down the stairs.