Object-o-pocalypse

[ TERM FOUR : Ships Guide ]

[ TW: MENTIONS OF POSSIBLE DEPRESSION AND ABUSE. ] 

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[ TERM 240 : Meeple HEADQUARTERS ]

[ LOCATION : Meeple HEADQUARTERS SHIP ] 

[ TIME LOGGED IN : 06 , 23 , 2036 ] 

"We shall strike." I laughed mischievously.

"Captain Cabinet?" A familiar voice said, tapping my shoulder.

"What!?" I exclaimed, turning around. "It's Captain Cabby, you know that, Bot." 

"Ah, yes. Captain Cabby..." They tapped their chin, looking down at their clipboard. "Steven needs you." 

"Tell him I shall be right down, thank you." I turned away from them. 

I immediately rushed down to the main office, ignoring everyone and everything in my way. If it's Steven Cobs, you know something is sure to be happening. 

"Yes, Steven Cobs?" I asked. 

"We need more databases. I'm sure you can handle it, yes?" Steve commanded, tapping his fingers on his desk. 

"Yes, sir. I'll be on my way." I nodded and went to the control room. 

Everything in Steven Cobs's command was not an object. Well, it was; it was just not controlled by a typical object mind. Everything was out of the ordinary. And it was all controlled by him. Me and Bot being the only ones who were controlled by ourselves, despite his sons.

"Bot, will you go look at the spare computers and see if they are doing alright?" I asked while passing by them. 

"Right on, Captain Cabinet!" Bot exclaimed, rushing to the downstairs area of the ship. 

"It's Captain Cabby!" I yelled, rolling my eyes as I scoffed. "Kids these days." 

I went down to the down part of the ship, the most darkest part. These bulbs haven't been changed in ages. I swear I could hear and see things down here. Never mind it; I must stay focused on this task. 

I switched on some generators and opened the door with the spare key on my wings. I checked the spare computers; they looked fine. Just to make sure, I turned on and turned off all of them, making sure they were alright. Until it was the last computer, next to a cracked phone. I carefully turned it on, making a loud sound.

I froze. 

I tapped it back off, carefully backing away from the phone. A sigh of relief escaping my lips. 

The phone started playing a lullaby, visibly crying small tears. I was not about to get killed, so I carefully backed up again and rushed out as fast as possible. Turning off the generators on my way.

I slowed down my running pace; if Captain Cabby catches me running, she'll for sure kill me right on the spot. I rushed back to the file storage, where each and every database on this earth was stored. Every region, every place, everything. Was stored here. Each and every object, any age, any object, anything. Here. This place went on for ages, centuries. At least that's what Captain Cabby told me. It was like Earth to Neptune.