Deadly Debbie
Asimov and Fantine entered the kitchen. Marmalade's chrome had been ripped off her front, revealing a missing heating element. Asimov backed away.
"No... it can't be!" he mumbled.
"What is it?" Fantine asked.
"The track... Marmalade's state... it's her doing!"
"Who?" Fantine asked.
Asimov and Fantine entered the game room, carrying Marmalade's remains. Fantine pushed the broken toaster onto the pool table.
"I hate to alarm you," Asimov began. "But Debbie's still around."
"Wait, who's Debbie?" Cornelia asked.
Percy, Igor and Mish-Mash exchanged glances.
"She was... horrible," Igor finally said.
"She's a serial killer," Asimov explained.
Harold was rolled into the back room. He could hear his master and his new wife talking.
"Oh, darling," the wife said. "You've gotten rid of that eyesore."
Harold approached the table. "Excuse me, can you get me out of here?"
Debbie unfroze.
"Really? Escape from here? Who would ever take you?"
Harold wheeled towards the door.
"Not so fast!" Debbie flung herself at Harold. She wrapped her cord around his bag.
The vacuum struggled, trying to get Debbie off. Debbie inched her bit towards the vacuum's forehead. A horrible whine filled the air.
"Ah, yes," Igor said. "Harold didn't last long."
"But didn't Fannette and Blade fight her?" Percy asked.
"They lost," Asimov replied.
Debbie watched the scene from the doorway, ducking every time someone looked back.
"They're afraid of you already," Aether chuckled.
"I have a reputation," Debbie replied.