5- Can We Trust Him
Toppmann shook. It felt weird showing his master his true colors.
"Sorry, this is the real me, a total dweeb," Toppmann said.
Griffin paused. Having a conversation with a laptop wasn't something normal people did.
"Well, hi, I'm Toppmann." a pause. "Yes, my name is kinda silly, but my brothers and sisters got the cool names first."
"So, the others are..." Griffin's gaze fluttered to the turquoise desk fan.
The fan sprung to life. "That's Fantine."
Fantine hopped closer. "And why are we breaking appliance code?"
Toppman sighed. "He's too suspicious. Might as well let him know."
Griffin paused. "The haunted lamp... isn't haunted?"
Fantine grinned and shook her head.
Griffin strolled into the game room. Toppmann and Fantine followed him.
The lamp over the pool table twitched. "It's a shame I never got a good look at my new master," an eerie voice said.
"Why was that?"
"I don't think you were ever in here since I was installed." Igor finally turned around.
Griffin backed away.
"You... you're..."
"Twisted? Creepy? Have a good Peter Lorre impression?" Igor chuckled. "Yes, I've heard those said about me."
"Remember what we promised?" Toppmann asked.
"Don't tell anyone!" Fantine said.
