A/N- I'm ending this story on Marshall's POV.
Conclusion
How many appliances have run away from home?
That old Kirby that my owner was going to give to his brother-in-law ran off. A scratched lamp wasn't present when the trash came. And the desk lamp is gone too.
I've seen this gang of appliances lurking around here sometimes, accompanied by a drill and a can opener.
Well, the can opener is no longer in the gang. I guess he was either injured or retired.
I no longer live in a nice community. I live in an apartment somewhere in the city. There are a few of my brand around, including a couple of ancient wonders (who keeps a 562 or a Classic III?) Those deserve to be junked.
I tried talking to some of the other, single vacuums. Ava (an Avalir II) told me to get lost. Sabrina echoed her friend's statement.
Is it my attitude? Or has my reputation spread to this complex?
I hear the whine of a drill. Gaspar next door is screaming. They're close...