She had gotten the shot, handed it over and not even gloated a bit. Even with all the praise she had received about it. Because her mind had been elsewhere.

It wasn't even explainable at which the rate her mind could gather a story within her mind and expect her to solve the mystery or figure out where the final piece of the puzzle fit. Or in this case, had disappeared to.

Because no matter how hard she seemed to think or ponder or even rant nothing seemed to be making any sense.

And she could have just left it as is. She knew that. Could pretend she never saw the janitor get a soda. Pretend she never got her own for the first time ever. (And she enjoyed being one of the few who never actually put there money into the machine and prayed it would work.) Pretend she didn't notice when it would shoot soda cans at people…or…or…OR!

She shook her head, tore the page out of her note book and crumpled it up, tossing the bit of recycled, processed and tormented tree into her backpack and hoped it would rot at the bottom of her bag till she cleaned it out and found it again with disgusts.

She personally hoped the picture of the machine shooting cans at a random stick figure would never be discovered by anyone BUT herself when she did her monthly clean outs. (She was silently wishing it was every month…more like seven monthly clean outs.)

Never the less. Lunch was in a few minuets, she was hungry, tiered from lack of sleep and haunted dreams and wanted to console in at least one other about her suspicions of the machine being possessed. Because that sure sounded like the correct answer to her.

She stretched her upper body at the waist out across the desk and yawned loudly, almost like a cat before she pulled herself back up into a correct 'human' position and glancing at the clock with hate. Could days get any longer~~~~

Probably, she mused silently. But she didn't need to dwell upon that because it would only lengthen the amount of time spent locked in this poorly decorated Spanish room. And what was the point of a class she was failing anyway? No way to get her grades up when she honestly could not understand what they were saying now was there?

Well, it worked for her logic.

Ok….not so much logic…it more so worked for however her brain was functioning right now. (Could you even call it functioning?)

She felt her whole frame jump however at a noise she should have found familiar by now.

ANNNOOYYIINNNGG BBBEEELLL!

Everyone stood at the exact same moment, shoved there chairs rudely back under there desks and slung the over-weighted backpacks up onto there shoulders and filed out the door in a neat and orderly fashion…

"I live in a world with zombies~!"

She silently complained to her self. It was like living with robots, programmed to listen, learn and take test and quizzes with complaints and the possibility of failing.

She wondered If anyone else noticed the sleepy way everyone went about their lives. Like they all lived in boxes, traveling around in them and being able to see every corner because nothing new ever happened here.

Of course she was beginning to have her box fill with thoughts of evil possessed objects~

*Eye twitch*

She huffed, slung her own backpack over her shoulder and filed out with the rest of the robot humans. Marching her own direction and slipping outside to take the quick way around to the gym, which during lunch served as a cafeteria.

Bleachers crowding with teens and the tables set up filling with the foot-ball team, cliques, cheerleaders, the nerds and all the other 'cool people' she didn't want to associate with.

The people she associated with were now calling her name and trying to get her attention right as she walked in the swing doors and looked about the wide open gym. Quickly picking them out and making her way through the newly arriving teenagers to get to her friends.

"Lele!"

She sighed softly, that nickname appeared to enjoy annoying her.

"Yeeess~?"

Was the only answer in return as she made a wide circle around the machine of many names and bounced her way up the bleachers and dropped her bags at her feet.

"You didn't stop and stare this time!"

She flipped some hair behind her ear.

"What?"

"You didn't stop and stare at the Gobbler this time!"

Her two friends looked at eachother and giggled.

Paige and Elizabeth both then looked back to Lena and grinned.

"We figured you thought it was talking to you by now!"

Her face turned a neon red and she huffed and clenched her fists.

"You Don't need to bring that THING! Up every time I come over here!"

"But we love your reactions…:"

"You know you love us Lele…"

Her face scrunched a little.

"Grrr~ I'm debating that right now…"

XooXooX – Page breaker 4 future ref)

THIS! Was his least favorite time of day.

The humans seemed to enjoy swarming just as that one particular bell rang. They brought their smelly fuel into the gym and this was the time when other humans would try and coax some kind of drink out of him.

And he would only steal their currency and leave the stupid beings standing there looking stupid and upset that he refused to give them their expected soda

He wondered what to do with the money sometimes. It just sat there, wherever it went in him and rotted until he emptied it or left it there like now.

Just, idling inside. He could shoot it at the humans for fun but then that would arouse more suspicion than he already had. And he had enough with that female eyeing him like he was a nice bit of meat!

Except it wasn't like he was nice choice meat, it was like he was something rotting and sitting in the corner waiting to pounce upon her and infect her with some kind of disease that would rot her flesh from her body and leave her there to die!

….Well…that was a small summary of what he figured she was thinking when she tossed him glances.

That…idiotic…little…spazz of a human that knew half of his secret!

A sigh sifted out of him before he could catch it and was drawn back inside as he noted no one was around to hear that.

No one except the daily idiot that came to try and coax a soda out of him.

Pft, didn't they see the sign strapped to his front that read "Out of Order!"

You were supposed to avoid putting your cash into those types of things!

His insides tumbled a few of the cans about, just for the fun of it and his own sake he needed to scare some kind of human off. Make them run and stare. Just like the little femme he had begun to enjoy torturing.

It made his life much less boring and far more interesting. And dangerous.

Which he found he was liking more and more,

Much to his own horror.

The money was inserted, he of course accepted and then waited. The human stepped back and looked expectant. He got the scowl of someone cheated out of well….there drink and then he fired the can at the boy.

All he really had to do was shoot the can out at a higher speed than normal and the boy shins were at his mercy.

The can exploded on impact, the carbon having built to a level that it couldn't take the hit.

The boy fell back and howled in pain, clinging to his leg and scooting away from him as fast as possible.

He held in a laugh and shut of his vocolizer so no one would hear him snickering. Watching as the humans gathered like insects to honey and then watched as that ever present human female appeared beside the boy on the ground.

Glasses up on the bridge of her nose, brown hair cut short and hanging just above her shoulders, green eyes glancing back up at him with contempt and dislike and curiosity every few seconds. He felt himself laugh silently. She had no idea.

Her frame rose from its stooped position and she looked at him and then walked away and back to the small pack she could be frequently seen with.

Humans were far too easy to wound and very fun to mess with…But he didn't know why that was a natural thing for him to suddenly find he enjoyed dabbling in.

It was going to get him caught eventually, or removed from his new safe haven of a learning sanctuary.

~X~o~X~

The rest of lunch passed with glances in the machines direction. Her friends becoming angered with her at this.

"Lena, its not alive, its just broken…"

"But you haven't seen it after school!"

"And we don't plan to….Hun, your starting to get obsessive over this thing."

"Stop being Nancy Drew…there are no ghost in the vending machine…'

Lena huffed softly. Alright, maybe they were right, she was just over reacting.

She didn't answer them though, just went about picking up her things and slinging the over-weight backpack onto her shoulders once again and preparing to head to class.

Both of her friends looked at her with expectance, as if she was supposed to answer them, tell them they were right and that she would give this all up.

But, she just left them both sitting there. The machine had shot another person, it was like it had shot her it was to personal for her liking, because ever since she had gotten her own soda from the thing. Which she had promptly thrown away once out of the things sight range for fear of something being wrong with it, the thing had begun to shoot other teens more readily.

It was almost daily.

And the fact it was actually giving kids sodas made them try to get one, even at the cost of their shins.

She growled as she passed the gobbler, turning to glare at it with discust. Looking it over completely and then doing a sweep up before-

She stalled at the change reception area…there was…money in it?

She inched forward, and looked down in the small cup, sure enough there was.

She snatched it out and then sped off. Not even bothering to look back or pretend she hadn't heard what she swore was snickering. Now she knew something was wrong with her.

Or the gobbler itself.

[Note: I hated this chapter, I do a lot actually, but It needed to go down cause I have this plotted out right now. Sorry its so thrown together, I wrote it all in different weeks and days and just dabbled in it because it was hating me! But now that this chap is done it should be easier to write more! Kay! Thank you!]

Easter explanations and the lost Eggs.