"Lunch Break, that means you too, BB4!" The crewmate shouted, and the robot hopped down from their workstation hesitantly; they had a big, melted face, subject from the Accident Of '87, and their robotical body was miscontorted. Their hands were deadly to the touch, as hot as molten lava, and the last time someone had touched it, said person died the next day; he was a force to be reckoned with, and when they called your name to repair him, you knew it was over.
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Short Horror Stories
HorrorThis book is basically just an arrangement of short or two-sentence horror stories, all set up for the entertainment of those who read them.
