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The Robotic Rodent Glitch

Incident File Number 16: Rodent Flame Glitch

The rusty doors of the supply truck parked outside the back of The Pizzaplex creaked painfully as the man in the passenger's seat hopped out and open them. 

He carried the heavy boxes from the truck into the building, the sound of rustling coming from beneath the flaps.

His partner, the driver, lit the cigar in his hand and yelled out the open window in a husky voice, "Get it moving, Peter. We've got to get the rest of these hunks of metal across the next state in the next nine hours."

Peter, holding five boxes stacked on stop of each other yelled over his shoulder as he went through the door to enter the back of the Pizzaplex, "Would go a lot darn quicker if you put in a step."

"I have to drive."

"I have to listen to you drive."

"Listen to me drive?"

Peter came up to the opened window the driver was glaring out at him from, "You point out every driving mistake people make along the whole drive, Chuck."

"The highway is a house party for all the juveniles behind the wheels now days!"

Chuck threw his cigar at Peter, hitting him in the nose.

Chuck rolled the window up.

Chuck pulled out another cigar out of his pocket.

He took the lighter, and tried lighting the cigarette.

The lighter wouldn't turn on.

Peter knocked on the window.

Chuck rolled the window down.

"I have a lighter in my pocket," Peter pulled it out.

Chuck took it, and lit the cigar.

Peter got in the truck.

"Wonder what good those pieces of junk we have to deliver are anyways. They're probably made as good as sixteen year-olds drive." Chuck huffed as the truck sped away.

The boxes Peter set on the table in the supply room of the building started rustling. The one box tipped over, spilling out metal models of rodents onto the floor below the surface of the table. The rodent had circular, colorless clear eyes that suddenly lit up bright red. The illumination from the LEDs flickered as the creation started turning it's wheels slowly, causing it to creep forward towards the door. 

The door opened, a young woman holding different colored folders revealed herself as she slid into the room. "Stupid boss. Making me file paperwork in the cabinets at night, and delivering them into the right rooms. You have so much money! Pay someone who cares to do it!"

She stopped and looked down at the robotic mouse that bumped into her toe.

"Intruder. Night guard protocol activated. Remove threat." The eyes glitched.

"What?" The woman squinted down at it, then walked over to the table barley visible in the darkness of the room to set down the folders.

She saw the table full of boxes, a symbol with a red triangle and a red-eyed mouse in the center. She lifted the flap of one of the boxes, looking confused as there was nothing inside. Turning, she flinched in shock as the door shut.

"Remove threat."

Open eyed in fear, the worker backed up to the wall behind the table she was inspecting. "What the..."

The robotic mice rapidly drove towards her, their eyes glitching in the darkness of the room. "Intruder. Intruder. Intruder. Intruder."

"Stop! I'm a worker here!" The young woman pointed at them.

They rapidly picked up pace and drove up her pant legs, leaving blood dripping out of them as the woman screamed and fell to her knees. The razors under their mechanical bellies whirred, the woman's screams becoming desperate. She began attempting to crawl towards the door, but stopped dead as the mice crawled up her shirt, making their way to her neck. 

They surrounded her neck, all perching along it looking almost as if the worker was wearing a hard, gray scarf. The mice's saws whirred, splashing blood and chewed up parts of her esophagus and skin across the floor below her, and drenching her shirt with dark red liquid.

The screams stopped, but the mice's saws didn't. They drilled through her stomach through her throat, making a whole out of her side. Intestines spilled everywhere, fleshy tubes sulking out of her hip.

The mice that came out of her body after the job was done started sparking from the liquid exposure.

One by one, the mice sparked and, as if contagious, others began to as well. Small fires sparked in their LED eyes, lighting the whole body of each aflame. It spread across the room, making it down the hall, until the whole building was soaked in fire. The dryness in the air was crisp as the building burnt to the ground, taking the rest of the workers and animatronics inside with it.