This is a semi-sequel to The fate of the parts shop. No Plot, just a bunch of short tales. Updated whenever I feel like it.

1- Big Debut

Trevor sat on Mr. Vazquez's work table, admiring his new screen. The small TV shook in joy.

"It's gorgeous, isn't it?" The drill sitting beside him asked.

Trevor nodded. "I'm going home tomorrow, aren't I?"

"Indeed you are," the light overhead replied. "Your master will be here tomorrow morning."

The clock on the wall ticked by.

"We know you work, but what channels do you get?" Chaney asked.

"Channels?" the small TV asked.

Fantine, Cafe and Cassius sat in front of Artie. His master had gone away on an overnight trip, leaving the appliances alone. Artie was tuned to a local station. In five minutes, the premiere of House of Horrors would begin.

"Wow, Artie, your friends from the shop are quite the horror junkies," Lola said.

"Well, we learned to adapt to horrible circumstances," Artie replied. "So I don't blame them."

Fantine shook in delight. "Can't wait."

Creepy organ music and an establishing shot of an old mansion signaled the beginning of the program.

In white letters were the words House of Horrors.

A figure walked up to the house and knocked on the door before hands dragged them in.

"Welcome, Mistress and I love company." A deformed guy said. He was short and skinny with messy brown hair. A shot of the mantelpiece revealed a peculiar addition: a reel player.

"Wait, is that Loretta?" Cassius asked.

"She did say she worked in radio and House of Horrors was her last broadcast."

The Figure struggled. The man had strapped them to a chair. That scene was done from the prisoner's point of view.

"Now that you're settled, it's time to begin." the man said. He held an open book. "I call this one "The Tale of Dr. Peterson."

Mr. Smith shook nervously. He sat in the studio head's office.

"Well, Aaron," the older man said. "The ratings are in. They love it."

"So that means I'm..."

"You've got the job." the man said.

Aaron left the room, shaking. He ran to the phone to call his wife. "Sharon, I... I got the job."

Sharpe peeked out of the window, smiling.

"What a coincidence," Tammy, an old computer, said. "Begin with the adaptation of the last." She glanced at Sharpe. "Was it you who dragged one of your lady friend's old reels here?"

Sharpe shrunk back.

"And which inspired him to write such a gruesome tale worthy of praise?" Tammy asked. "Was it you?"

Sharpe backed away.

"Oh, I'm not angry. I'm thrilled."

"Horror movies, ugh." Kirby snorted. He watched Fantine and her friends hop back from Artie's room.

"Well, some people cope in odd ways," Radio said. "An appreciation for the macabre."