Servant

It was my sister's 11th birthday. My parents were about to open their present. They opened the present and took off the blindfold on her head.

"Your own personal servant robot!" They yelled.

"Go ahead, press the on button and ask it to get something." Dad said.

My sister pointed at mom and said, "Her arm."

The robot clambered to mom and ripped out her arm. There was the sound of ripping flesh and finally the pop of the bones out of their sockets. I closed my eyes, ran away, closed the door, and laid down under my bed. My sister walked to my door, opened it, pointed at me, and said, "His head."

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"AAAAH!" I screamed as I woke up. I hit my head on the bottom of the bed. "Huh?" I said. My sister said, "His head. Pop.

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"AAAAH!" A dream within a dream. "His head." Pop.

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"AAAAH!" What year is it? What town am I in? How many times has this happened? "His head." Pop.

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"AAAAH!" Who am I? What am I scared of? Pop.