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Lousy Play

“Great! Now you can just choose the microgames one by o-” Penny was
cut off by her own yawn. Oh, yeah. It was late and she was going to go
back home to sleep.

But as much as she trusted Repy, she couldn’t leave him in the building alone.

She’d have to stay there as long as he was there. Even if it meant staying up all night.

Luckily, there was a coffee machine nearby. Penny hated coffee, but if it meant it would keep her awake, she’d take it.

“I’m gonna go make some coffee.” Penny said, making her way to the coffee machine.

The Repairman nodded, looking at the menu. He was getting odd vibes from some of the portraits depicted. The strongest ones, however, game from that image of a kid in some kind of…future construction helmet.

He looked back, seeing a fatigued Penny occupied with a coffee maker. Poor girl. He was probably making her stay up way too late.

After a moment of thought, he ducked behind the machine. And walked onto the screen. Maybe she wouldn’t notice, and thought he left. At least, that’s what he hoped as he began to act in each microgame.

“AUGH! What the-” Swiftly he closed and
locked the drawer. He didn’t know what creature had found it’s way in,
but he intended to keep it there until he could find someone to take
care of it.

Songbird, still in her cage, looked hopelessly at
the drawer the repairman was now locked in. Could he get out? Was he
stuck in there? She didn’t know, but she certainly hoped not. She didn’t
want anyone to be stuck like her.

The door slammed behind her
captor as he left, grumbling about odd creatures and useless girls. It
seems they have a bit of time before anyone else comes in.

“Oof!”

The Repairman sloshed from side to side as the drawer slammed back into the desk. As he settled, he heard a click and footsteps. Finally, the door closed.

He tried to climb back out, only to find the drawer was stuck. After a couple more tries, he sighed. He was locked in. Ah well, no problem…

“Right then,” he said, emerging from the drawer on the opposite side, “where were we?”

He pulled out the paperclip again, but stopped.

“Should prolly make sure that doesn’t happen again,” he noted aloud, looking at the door. “Hang on a sec.”

He dashed over there and started rapidly hammering away at some two-by-fours until the door was boarded up to his satisfaction, which meant half of it could not be seen under the boards.