The Return of the Gotchi Killer

[The Tamagotchi Guardian]

'Come to me Pinky,' the gotchi killer boomed, 'I have a small needle to get some blood out of you. Just come towards me.' Pinky slowly stepped backwards hoping that the door would open so she could run out. But unfortuantely that was not the case. The gotchi killer stepped closer and closer towards her. She was just about to get a needle in her when she realised an open window on the other side of the spaceship. To get to it, all she had to do was run past a round invention that clearly was meant to be used for some type of destruction. Without wasting any time she dashed past the invention, but then something happened. Something shocking. So shocking that Barry and Martin stopped shaking and stared. Electricity was zooming through Pinky. She couldn't move. Either that or she didn't want to move, but the chances of that were tiny. Almost tripping over something that looked like a table, Martin sprinted over to Pinky, trying to save her before she possibly died. But he was too late. He grabbed her hand but couldn't move her, she wasn't breathing either. 'Save her gotchi killer!' Martin barked, 'Don't do this to her! Save her now!' The gotchi killer, who had been standing back and watching this, replied with an answer that neither Martin or Barry wanted to hear. 'I can't Martin, she's dead.' Within seconds, the gotchi killer had come and stood next to her with a plastic pot that he had taken off a shelf full of inventions. He then bent down and put it on the floor next to her, just avoiding being electrocuted himself. Almost immediately, a drop of blood fell from her knee into the pot. And another, and another. The gotchis now knew for sure, that Pinky was dead. Dead forever.