Random Insanity

Tarvek probably should have thought a little more carefully before suggesting Agatha take up a new hobby, especially one requiring sharp, pointy objects.

587 words | [PG]

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Tarvek considered the large contraption currently occupying most of Agatha’s mechanical lab. It had a squat round body about two-and-a-half meters tall sitting on six articulated legs. At least a dozen arms sprouted from various spots on the chassis, most folded in on themselves in a ready position. Tubes and wires connected the control housing that appeared to be smiling at him with its various dials and lights, and on top of that sat four meter-high spikes surrounded by some kind of collapsible scaffolding. Most peculiar, though, was the cages attached to it’s back—each containing two bemused sheep. All-in-all, Tarvek was baffled.

“But what does it do?” he asked, realizing his mistake a moment too late when Agatha squealed in delight, her voice still resonating from the Madness place.

“Let me show you,” she said, bouncing over to the machine just as her chief minion, Moloch von Zinzer innocently strolled in with a trolley of snacks and beverages. She flipped a couple switches, setting the machine into motion.

Moloch froze, eyes bulging when the device turned in his direction. “No,” he screeched even as it reached out one of its many arms to snatch him up.

Tarvek watched in horror as the other arms unfolded into various dangerous-looking instruments. The ones nearest Moloch began turning him every which way, taking measurements with a long ruler set into its chest. Several of the arms in the rear removed a sheep that bleated in confusion. More arms ending in cutting instruments buzzed into action.

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