Technology Possession

Victims: Amber, Steve, and Michael

-Soot-

Recently, Alexia had a bit a giggle fit.

-Soot smirks-

That just feeds me many great ideas. So, the crew and I set up “possessed” smart devices. This should be exciting. Let’s check out the first victim.

Amber Montague.

Cute little French girl. She just bought a smart speaker today.

-He snickers-

Let’s make it laugh.

-He himself laughs-

-On the Ground-

Amber had just plugged up her new smart speaker. She stood back and smiled. She turned on the speaker.

“Perfect,” Amber said. She cleared her throat.

“Bonjour!” the French girl said. The speaker started laughing. Amber jumped back, blinking.

“What the?!” she cried. The speaker laughed again. The French girl looked around.

“Hello?” she asked. The speaker suddenly stopped. Amber stared at it, panting.

-Two Hours Later-

Amber sat in the living room, reading a manga. The speaker started laughing again. She jumped in her chair. She looked around, panting.

“Hello?!” the French girl cried. The laughter grew louder. The French girl huddled up into a ball.

“Stop! Please stop!” she cried. “You’re freaking me out! Stop!” The speaker stopped. Another chuckle filled the air.

“Got ya!” the speaker said. Amber sat up, confused.

“Huh?” she asked. That speaker sounded like… Soot.

Mission: Success

-Soot-

What else can I do with a smart speaker?

-He smirked-

Hm… I’ve got just the thing. Next victim?

Steve Cantrell

He’s not a fan of technology. Perfect for us. Let’s see what happens next.

-On the Ground-

Steve stared at the speaker uneasily. He hesitated to touch the tall column.

“I can see you,” the speaker said. The man jumped back.

“What the?!” he asked.

“Don’t worry,” the speaker said. “I won’t hurt you. Let’s be friends.” Steve shook his head, trembling.

“No!” he said.

“Why should I?” the speaker asked.

“You are creepy.”

“That’s just mean. Waa! Waa! Waa!”

Steve shivered and stared. “What the hell?”

“I know what you did last night,” the speaker said.

“What?” he asked.

“Nice panties, friend,”

“Huh?!”

“Do you like ponies?”

“What?”

“Like a little spanking? Oral. Face-sitting. Lick me. Spank me! Spank me! Spank me! Spank me!”

Steve grew pale and ran out of the room. He ran into Soot in the hallway. The intern laughed with his mic in his hand.

“Got ya,” he said.

Mission: Success

-Soot-

Whew! That was fun. Let’s up the ante. Next victim?

Michael Watanabe

He loves tech things.

-Soot snickers-

Let’s see how he likes this.

-On the Ground-

Mike sat in the room, doing homework.

“Alexia, bring up my notes,” he said.

“Okay, here’s how to make butter,” the speaker. Michael looked up.

“No,” he said. “Bring up my notes.”

“Want to buy a monkey?”

“No, bring up my notes.”

“My humps! My humps!”

“My notes!”

“Buttmonkey.”

“My notes!”

“Here’s how to do anal play.”

“Alexia, stop!” Michael looked up when he heard laughter. Soot came from around the corner with a microphone in his hand.

“Got ya!” he said. Michael glared at him.

“You!” he shouted. Soot broke into a huge grin.

Mission: Success

-Soot-

That was a good game. See you next time. Bai-bai.