Now, who's going to believe someone who  says: "I saw a damn child get fricking eaten by a ROBOT." Nobody. That's the answer? You might ask me, hah, well, when the world is dying due to wars you might know what I'm on about. 

I looked through the glass window of my car, Jerome's nose and a smokey surround pressed against it, I held my chiwawa in my arms, my lips meeting the window, we smiled at each other, and my Mom drove, "You must be joking me, Lilith." She chuckled, I gave her a look, "And you must be joking me, Christine." I let out a scream as I saw the diner, "MOM. I am NOT working a night shift am I...?" I asked, "Yes you are! Bye!" She shoved me out, and I got into my uniform, I sat down for the night, curling in my chair, a slender figure looked at me: "Wind the box." It said; I wounded its box up, It cheerfully danced around, and I was already scared. A white vixen figure looked Mangled. "I'll call it...Mangle." I sighed, "For the easier part." 

 After hours, I saw something, the figure was OUT of its box. I swore in Russian and English and German. Before I stopped moving, my intestines were out my body, my heart gone, blood thicker than bones, engulf me.