orendi

You’re sitting outside in your most favorite chair, reading your most favorite book, with your most favorite type of lemonade in your hand. You are really into this one chapter you’re reading when all of a sudden the earth begins to shake beneath you. Following these crazed tremors, you hear a couple of your neighbors screaming as loud as they possibly can. Out of pure curiosity, you leave the safety of your wonderful backyard and head to the front of your house. About 500 yards away, you see an enormous evil robot destroying your neighbor’s houses and cars. Of course you laughed because a couple of your neighbors you weren’t quite fond of, but that laugh quickly became a scream when the robot turned to you and declared “Objective in site. Proceeding.” Since you had watched quite a few evil-attacking-robot movies you knew that you’re first instinctive should be to run. After running a couple hundred yards you slow down to a stop. You can still feel the tremors of the robots walking though and as you turn to see how far away it is, you come face to… leg with it. As you slowly look up in that dramatic way that people in movies do before they die, the robot bends down to face you. It’s red eyes glaring with what looks like hate (of course robots don’t actually have feelings so it could have just been a default setting). Knowing that this might be the end, you put on your brave face and stand tall. The robot reaches behind it’s back with one arm, most likely to get some kind of weapon to squash you with. You close your eyes anticipating the blow… but it doesn’t come. You cautiously open one eye to find the robot still staring at you, a small envelope in it’s hand. You, not wanting to be rude, take the envelope and open it. As you do, confetti falls all over the place. It reads “Dear fellow deviant art citizen, I would like to thank you so very much for the favorite you have bestowed on me. It was so very kind and gracious of you to do so! Sincerely, Ficstina.” When you finished reading, the robot stood back up and continued down your street, squishing cars as it went, never to be seen again.