Printer

The courier has just shipped a package. I opened the door and picked up the package. This was the printer that I had waited for quite a long time. I unpacked it, connected it to the power supply and set it up as instructed, something was wrong. 1/4 of the button was lit red instead of green. I didn't care about it and started printing the documents I needed for my job. The printer was making weird noises, but I thought it was normal. Suddenly she jumped slightly, crushing the printed page. I thought it was broken but it was late so I turned it off and went to eat. The printer was on when I got back. I thought I didn't turn it off so I did it a second time. During the night I was awakened by strange noises coming from my office. I walked over to him, slowly opening the door. It was this printer that started to make strange noises and print pages with strange characters. I turned her off, but she turned on. Now the button was getting redder and redder. Suddenly, with great force, lightly cutting off my arm, she threw out a piece of paper that read:

- YOU DIE -

I took out all the pages, but she didn't stop. I pulled the plug from the socket and the printer turned off. I was so scared, but it was over, so I went to sleep. At night I felt a strange smell, as if something was on fire. I turned to my right side and saw a smoking printer. I started screaming, I had no way out. Suddenly the printer glowed red and began to shoot burning pages. I took a pot with a flower and threw it at the printer. Its side cover fell off and it began firing ink. I took a hit in my left eye. I looked to my right and saw that a burning piece of paper set the bed on fire and the fire was spreading rapidly. I had no choice but to jump out the window and run away. I looked back and saw a printer falling out of the window. I thought it had fallen apart, but she was rolling towards me, snapping pages. Suddenly she fired a piece of paper with a print:

- UP UP DOWN DOWN LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT B A -

I knew what that printout meant, but I didn't know why she had printed it. Pensive, I ran on, hiding in a narrow street. She didn't notice me. Suddenly she started making a lot of noise. Printers fell out of the windows, perhaps fifteen of them. They scoured the area for me, but I remained hidden. Approx. An hour later, I heard a hard blow. It is one of these printers that hit the basket I was in. The garbage can capsized, I was found. They took me with them to a place I've never been. There was a strange black figure there. I was hit on the head and passed out. My whole life passed before my eyes. I woke up in a psychiatrist with a huge bruise on my head.

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