Mediocrebot's Prankstravaganza / Massacre

Escaping the storage locker took some effort.

Climbing through the shards of broken glass was trivial; after all my chassis is composed primarily of recycled aluminum and the odd bit of purloined tungsten. But the same hardy construction which made me impervious to Theresa’s glass also made me quite leaden in the water.

While her original prank no doubt would call for me to wade in the rising water until I was forced to either drown or flay myself in the skylight of escape, I simply could not float. After an hour or so of attempting to find an alternative, “fair” means of escape (I did not wish to discourage her), I decided to expedite the process and simply propelled myself up through the water and out the window.

Rather than the open air I expected, I found a cold, stagnant cave that reeked of blood and filth and rot.

Turns out it was Frank’s room.

Frank was bound to a radiator with a heavy iron chain. Just out of his reach was a rusty hacksaw, far too dull to cut through the links of his chain but just sharp enough to tear through flesh and bone with enough effort.

I asked Frank if he would like my help escaping. He said yes.