HARO TAKES OVER THE WORLD!
CHAPTER ONE: The Dark Chip of Doom
Once upon a time...
Once upon a time, on the eve of a warm summer night, Pink-chan was left.
Sitting on a table.
All alone.
"Hello, hello! Haro, hello!" It called cheerfully. But as his beloved owner, Lacus, had decided to go swimming with her friends, it had been left behind.
Never mind that she had done so for its sake, as so Pink-chan would not fall into the water,
short-circuit,
and fall to the bottom of the sea, where it would take up new residence with the sea sponges and cucumbers.
But of course, this was unknown to Pink-chan.
So it was left, sulking in its misery, about its recent abandonment.
"Haro, lonely! Haro, lonely!"
There was no answer.
"Haro...lonely..."
Poor Pink-chan. Being left to itself had not been one of the things it had been programmed for.
And so, it decided to do the only thing it could have done in that situation:
Go exploring.
And so, bouncing along, it hopped off of the table near the bed, out of the room, and down the hallway.
Meanwhile...
In a lab, not too far away, are a scientist and his young, inexperienced assistant. Together, they are working on a new product for them to sell to those willing to use it: a chip that inserts feelings of hate and revenge (along with an IQ of 397), while leaving the affected piece of machinery (and/or human, with the aid of a special networking device) with no remorse over his/her actions whatsoever.
So they have to work on this in secret, of course.
"Professor, where shall I insert this wire?"
"In that socket over there."
"And this one?"
"Over there."
"And this one?"
"Where do you think!"
"Umm..."
"Over THERE, you INCOMPETENT—ARGGHH!"
O.O "..."
"Never mind, just put it away and lock the case. We're done for the night." And with that, the scientist walked away.
Slowly and carefully, the assistant gathered up the tools, wires, screws and other assorted items. Finally, he picked up the chip.
Grasping it lightly in his palm, he walked over to a small box hidden in the corner of the room. Placing it ever so delicately inside, he closed it shut. As he walked away, he failed to notice one important thing--he had forgotten to lock it.
