13- X Marks the Spot
Lampy hopped down the hall towards Robbie's room.
"That's not nice," a reedy voice said. "I don't say that kinds of things."
The game console sat on a shelf below the TV. Tikal blinked on.
"What is it, Rex?"
"I sense the presence of another console of my type," the reedy voice said. "This one's... very competitive." Rex shook. "I'm receiving another message." A pause. "I know that's a lie. I don't even have a mother. You don't either, X-Terminator."
Tikal noticed Lampy. "X-boxes are a rather hostile bunch." Rex coughed. "I mean, ones that are mostly used for competitive games."
"X-terminator in the apartment next door has quite the vocabulary," Rex said. "Too bad half of it I can't repeat in front of polite company." He twitched again. "Are you just repeating everything your master screamed into the headset? You must be." A pause. "Oh, he went offline."
Lampy hopped back to the living room. "It's okay, guys, the console's fine."
"Just havin' conversations with himself?" Plugsy asked.
"No, another has been sending him messages," Lampy replied.
"Oh, X-terminator, I'm not human, so words like that are useless," Rex said.
Queen Anne watched as one of the animatronics was lifted out of her room: a masked organist with scarlet hair in a ponytail.
"Haunt, do ye know where th' lamp 'n radio went?"
Haunt chuckled. "Oh, it's their master's day off. They're probably at home."
"Oh, serves me right fer nah payin' attention."
Another chuckle. "That and the schedule is right outside my door. 004 reads it to me."