Pov: Security camera on Burning man in a scorched, empty arena with 3 FULGOR units (large, black, top-heavy humanoid robots) kneeling, some time later.
“Well that was an absolute shit-show. But Damn if it wasn’t fun. Gotta call the boss lady about that last trick though.”
The man pulls out a strangely old one piece phone from seemingly nowhere and calls an unspecified number
“Yo, Boss lady, Job had a problem…”
“…No, your pet project’s fine, gave our popsicle a run for its money going by how it fought, but that’s why I’m callin’, they both bolted. Now I get that you wanted the pet…”
“… uh huh…”
“… uh huh…”
"… Uh, no, different one."
“… uh, speckled black and yellow, blue eyes, kinda glowy, one arm?...”
“... Uh, no, just that one…”
“…Wrong one? Whaddya mean wrong one? There was only one!...”
“…No, they’re right-”
The man surveys the surrounding scrap heap, becoming visibly frustrated.
“…Oh COME ON, really? You have got to be shittin' me. Yeah boss, they’re gone too…”
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“…No, I did not see another one on the way down…”
“…Nope, totally wrecked my escorts…”
“…Fine, I’ll check the Damn hatchery, Happy!? Anyways, NOT why I called…”
“…Well maybe if you let me finish!...”
“…If you would stop interrupting for FIVE FUCKING MINUTES, I can tell you that. Now, are you ready to listen, or do I need to send you my bill? Listening? Good. Anyways, I beat the popsicle into a pulp, but it turned into a fluid and slipped through the torture drain. Do I track it down, or hunt me some raptor?...”
“…Neither? Whaddaya mean Neither? I gotta do somethin!...”
“…Fine, I’ll check the damn hatchery, just don’t expect it to come back uncooked!”
“[I’M] [COUNTING] [ON] [IT], [BEN]”
"My name is CINDER!"
The man slams the phone into the wall, pulverizing it.
“Man, now I gotta get another one of those. Heh. Guess I’ll just have to give my next report in person. If Little miss A-bomb didn’t give such good bonuses, I’d’ve quit years ago. Come-on Tin Cans, time to get some roast raptor. And if I’m still not happy after that, You’re next. Chop Chop people!”
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