The electric can opener refused to operate. The button was pressed many times, but it simply sat there and did not turn on.
The last can of tuna was left on the counter beside it.
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The elevator was still open. It was still open, even after days of being left vacant.
A red shape went inside. A prehensile, scaled limb slapped at the controls. They remained dark and unresponsive. They continued getting slapped at. After a while, a breath of air was released and the red shape left. The bucket inside got taken with it.
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An orange shape rolled in the middle of the hall.
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Drip. Drip. Drip.
On the floor below the domicile of the Little Red Monster, water kept on dripping in. A terrible reek of mold permeated the atmosphere.
A pop, and the red shape tumbled out of the ceiling. It laid still on the floor a moment before a rattling sound was heard; soon after, it took off on its way.
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In a mysterious place, static roiled in the sky. Everywhere above, little arcs of electric charges jumped between nodes. They gathered in packs and leaped together, traveling the sky and bringing forth life in the little world.
Below, a pit. It twisted as it sank deeper into the depths of the place. The lightning packs occasionally attempted a dive into that pit, maybe once every few hours. A terrible presence seated there guarded the entrance to the pit, seizing control of it as its own. It was as a hermit crab to its shell, so the dancing lights left well alone. It glowed with green and gold terribleness.
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The red shape emerged on the ground floor of the building. It crept into the lobby and slowly moved toward the entrance. A rattling sound was heard.
It sat like that for a long, long, long time. The sky outside remained dark.
Lightning flashed. Thunder boomed. Rain poured.
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