"YOLO!"

Linda screamed.

The common room was filled with dozens of humanoid robots.

"Do you want to hear my favourite sound?"

"Ow. Painful."

"Ow. Painful."

A few of them had really bad hair and were standing in a secluded corner building a wall. "This is a great wall. We all need this wall. When I talk about this wall – and I mean this great wall, built by me – I am talking about the best wall the world has ever seen. That is this wall. The greatest wall. I am building the greatest wall, because we need a wall. We really need a great wall, the greatest wall in the history of humanity. This wall is great."

"My father gave me a small loan of a million dollars."

Linda groaned and ran past them into the kitchen, pushing a few out of the way. She was going to find the culprit, and if she had to push some robots out of the way, so be it.

"Ow. Painful."

"YOLO!"

"So what'd you do to get in here?" Marilyn asked.

The recent disappearance of Anon meant that Ashlee had a room to herself, and she and Marilyn were decorating it as fast as they could in case Anon came back.

"I shoplifted a pair of designer sunglasses," Ashlee confessed as she began to paint a flower on the wall. "I didn't have the cash and they were like $400." She finished her flower, then turned to Marilyn. "You?"

"I brought an eldritch abomination to school and it kind of set my classroom on fire."

"You brought an eld-"

"It was Bring Your Pet To School Day!"

"You have an eldritch abomination as a pet?"

"Yeah."

Ashlee paused and stared at Marilyn. Now that she thought about it, that did make sense. Like. With the summoning eldritch abominations that Marilyn was always doing.

Wait. School.

"How old are you?"

Marilyn looked at Ashlee, confused. "I'm 14."

"Holy schamoly. I thought you were the same age as me!"

Marilyn laughed. "You wouldn't be the first."

Ashlee kept painting flowers, eyes wide in wonder. "Wow. You're tiny." 

"Uh."

She hugged Marilyn. "I hereby declare you my honorary baby criminal sister."

Marilyn shrugged. She guessed that solved the problem of not having a way to define their relationship.

Dead stared at the robot standing in his doorway.

"My name is Stqeve Jones."

"Well, Steve-"

"Stqeve. The Q is silent."

Dead raised an eyebrow. "Well, Stqeve, I was just about to leave, so if you could step out of the-"

"How do you feel, Dead?" The robot asked, smiling sweetly.

"I'm sorry, what?" Dead walked into Stqeve. He wanted to leave, not engage in conversation with some dumb robot-

The robot's display went blood-red and a face contorted in rage revealed itself. "How do you feel?" It asked in a deep, almost demonic voice. Dead backed into the corner of his room.

"I feel angry. Do you know what happens when I feel angry?" The red dripped down from its face, coating the robot in crimson red paint. Dead let out a shriek. He was going to die. Well, he died a lot, but he was going to die particularly painfully this time. He squeezed his eyes shut.

"Would you like me to tell you what happens when I feel angry, Dead?"

Dead tried to shut his eyes further, it was still there, he could still see it, he could still see its terrible, terrible face, its eyes that burned deep into your mind, he couldn't escape it. He couldn't escape the wrath of Stqeve Jones.

There was a shout from behind the robot. Dead opened his eyes. The paint had disappeared. The red had disappeared. Had that even happened?

It turned around and stepped backwards, away from the shout. Linda was standing there, pointing a gun at it.

Where had she got a gun?

"You!" She trained the gun on its head. "You put that macaroni on my bed, didn't you?"

"I feel angry, Linda."

Linda pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed through the house.

The bullet flew straight past Stqeve and into Sad's body (which Dead had moved into the room just minutes before).

"Bloody damn it!" Linda threw the gun at Stqeve and charged straight at him. She body slammed him and wrestled him to the ground.

Stqve's screen cracked, and his body began to burn red hot.

Linda jumped back just in time for Stqeve to turn into a pool of lava.

Dead ignored the lava and looked at Sad. It was pure disrespect, shooting a dead man and then burning him in-

"What the hell?" Sad's body was not there.

"What the hell?!"

Dead looked up. Sad was sitting on his bed, looking at the lava and the bullet that had bounced straight off his chest.

Linda stood and stared at the puddle of lava slowly eating a hole in the floor. "What. The absolute. Bloody. Hell."

"I'm gonna go get us some food." Marilyn stood up from her place on the floor and left the now-completely-pink room. She headed downstairs to see a crowd of robots in the common room.

Wasn't there only one of them before?

Eh. Whatever. That was what this house was like.

Anyway. Food. Marilyn knew that somewhere in the house, there was probably mac n' cheese, because someone had made it and put it on Linda's bed.

She pushed through the crowd of robots and into the kitchen, where there were no robots, and a microwave. Marilyn looked in the cupboard – there was only one unopened box of mac n' cheese left in the cupboard. The person from before must have used the last one to torment Linda.

What a dick.

Marilyn ripped open the box and prepared the mac n' cheese. As she put it in the microwave, Linda walked into the kitchen. Marilyn turned away from the microwave. "Find the culprit?"

"I didn't just find him," Linda said proudly. "I killed him." She sat down at the table and opened a nut bar. Marilyn turned around to check on her mac n' cheese.

...which was gone. The microwave was still going.

It beeped to signal the end of cooking.

Weird.

Marilyn made a pack of instant noodles and put those in the microwave. She stood in front of the microwave and watched it carefully.

The noodles disappeared.

The microwave beeped.

Fine, she didn't want hot food that much anyway. Stupid microwave, making her food disappear. Marilyn grabbed a box of muffins and headed upstairs.

Linda was still in the kitchen when she heard a chorus of 'Ow. Painful.". She looked over to see a Stqeve with a bowl of noodles on its head.

"Threat detected. Threat detected."

The temperature of the room increased spontaneously, it felt like it was almost a hundred degrees hotter.

Which was probably the case now that Linda thought about it because she could see a thin layer of lava creeping over the floor of the kitchen.

"Ow. Painful."

"Threat detected. Defend territory."

Linda climbed up onto the table as one hundred robots turned to lava and flooded the house.

END OF DAY SIX