# Roomba On Your Grave

Title: Roomba On Your Grave
Status: Complete
Characters: Anon
Rating: SFW
Classification: One Shot
Author: Anonymous
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“It’s been 5 years since you recognized me, a chance encounter at a liquor store on the corner of Skin Row. Every time we would see each other, at a liquor store or in a run-down bar or at dealer’s house, you made it clear to me that you hated me. You hadn’t seen your parents or your friends or your brother since high school, and you hated me for that. You hated me for those things I said at the beach all those years ago, probably still hate me for those words. You even ruined my chances with that Ankylosaur girl at that rave, telling her how much of a tool I was…”
Anon’s voice trails off, only the quiet dead listening to his words. Slowly, he pulls an aged phone Roomba and pair of concert tickets out of his pocket, the angry eyes long since rubbed off, the name of the band long since faded to obscurity. Reverently, he lays them on the hard stone, set in a forgotten corner of the destitute cemetery, his hands shaking slightly as the brush the name inscribed upon it. Withdrawing his hands back into his pockets, Anon takes one final look at the name chiseled on the small slab before turning away.
Here lies Lucy
2001-2025