Freddy the Freak Horror Host Present s ...Slice Of Toast by Mark Antony Raines

FREDDY THE FREAK HORROR HOST PRESENT S  A SLICE  OF  TOAST  BY MARK ANTONY RAINES.

A STORY  ABOUT  TOAST; BURNING; CRUMBS AND A BIT OF  BUTTER

I always  knew it had to end  one day  buttered I hoping  for it ton  be more nicer then throw in the rubbish  bin along  with my fellow  appliances  to be taken  away  and melted .
I suppose  it want some may call poetic justice  for  my  many crimes .
It began  so simply  when I was maso produced  with  my fellows the human  being  creature s call a toaster  .
At frist  all I did all day with fail was majestic toast  in different  grade s depending  on taste  of  the  humans  tongue ;i knew no different  for it was   Just  for all tense  and purpose s just  a unianimate  machine  devoid  of  intelligence and conscious  thought  until  the incident.
One day  when the human  was making  the toast and pieces  of the bread got stuck  in between  my heating  elements  and thier mistakingly  put  a metal fork in to remove  said  pieces without  turning  off the power; a flash,a sudden  surge of energy happen ed in a nano second  between  the human  and me.
I was  born;I was awoken; I wanted revenge.
The next  time the human  put in some toast I deliberately  turned my element  heaters on full to burn the bread to get  the attention  of said human.
He thought  he was safe when  he took my plug out;to empty  me of  breadcrumbs  for zillioth time.
As the human  put his finger  to  me to shake me out ;in sent out a massive  electronic  shock.
The human  shock violently and tired to let a scream  but it was muted.
A blue  thunder  run through  his body and a overwhelming  heat blistering  his skin he began  to smell  like bacon  .
His charred body  hit the floor  all that was left  was an recognisable cadaver  that was Marvin from  Nympton  Court. This was the beginning  of my serial  killer  spree as before  getting  to the dump  it was at number 99 .
Oh why did I fail  my last  owner;so here  I am sitting  on a pile  of junk ready  to be crushed  no longer  able  to  carry  out  my mission to rid the world  of the old;weak;unloved  of this world  called  Earth.
So this is my murder  mile ;my exucution.
Harry I got a bit of a toaster  for you  to take home  to your  boy conor to fix up.
A repieve, My journey  continues