Shorter chapter this time. How interesting. I just do as the nice people in control tell me.
Disclaimer: Wall-E isn't mine. Heck, about 66.67% of this writing isn't mine.
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Chapter Two
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EVE was now heavily involved in the festive mood of Halloween, following Wall-E and a horde of brightly dressed children. EVE herself now donned a pink, frilly dress, an hat with a wide brim, and a parasol, all rummaged up by her beloved Wall-E and made spotless by M-O. She hummed along with him to his favorite song and at the same time was calmed by the laughter of the children.
Its supposed to be a holiday, she reminded herself. Relax. Have fun. Enjoy yourself, EVE.
But soon the trick or treaters stopped at their next house. EVE poised herself, waiting for the next interesting costume waiting behind its doors. However, when it opened, the children screamed in terror, and so did EVE. Recovering, EVE drew her blaster and charged at the monster. "Leave these young children alone, demon!" she cried as she tackled the poor man in the mask.
"E-vah!" Wall-E's cry came, as he did, quick and frantically. Scrambling to stop his beloved from pulverizing the poor confused man, he used one hand to pull her back and another to unmask her victim.
"Coo-stuume! Coo-stuume!" he chirped, revealing the man's horrified face.
It had not taken Auto long to discover that the humans were engaging in one of their odd annual activities. If there was any doubt left in his centuries-old mind of this, it was obliterated when he downloaded himself into a television screen, on display in an electronics store. From there he watched the miniature humans, clad in strange apparel and stuffing their faces with unusual foodstuffs.
One of the miniature humans happened to look towards the television screen, and seeing a single red light glaring at him on this night, he had immediately shrieked in terror, "GHOST!!!!" and fled.
"Does not compute," Auto had murmured after the incident. "Why does he call me a ghost when I am an Autopilot 9000? Clearly the nature of these irrelevant festivities had rendered the humans delusional - another reason we should not have come to this planet!" For even though he had been allegedly "fixed," Auto still believed that Directive A113 - and, in consequence, he - was correct.
Not long after that, he discovered his designated targets - the Load-Lifter and Probe One - wandering around the human town with more of the miniature humans. He tracked them relentlessly, waiting for an ideal time to strike out at them. Finally, he found himself in the correct position, and caused the wire he had downloaded himself into to begin to spark. A bolt of electricity shot out towards EVE; it was aimed so that it would sever her memory chip in two and, most likely, kill her.
And it would have found its target had she not leapt at a man in a latex mask with a cry of, "Leave these young children alone, demon!"
Auto, undaunted, kept right behind them.
