It was a quiet morning in Andrew's little shop. The shop that he fixed cars in, and occasionally some other bots who happened to be needed fixed. Andrew was working on a car, its engine wasnt running properly so he needed to find a way to fix that. Little to his knowledge, however, that car would never be fixed. The blue tv headed mans head was in another place as he worked on the engine of the car.. only his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of boots, walking towards him. Click.. clack.. click.. clack.. it sent shivers down his spine. He didnt know why it did though. "I'll be with ya in a second-" Andrew hummed, his tail swaying slightly. He froze completely as he heard a faint chuckle from the other in the room. He recognized that chuckle. No no... he recognize that VOICE. The other person in the room seemed to notice how fearful Andrew was, and tapped their wooden bat on the floor a few times, each time it made a soft 'thunk' sound.

"Well well Andrew.." the voice began, making Andrew tense up with fear, "what a nice gig ya got here." They finished with a giggle, andrew turned around to face... her. He tried to speak, but he couldnt, no words came out. Just one, quiet, fearful squeak. Terry seemed amused by this reaction, as they raised the bat. "Such a shame that you ran away, you were very useful.. you've made it.. oh so difficulty to get by, but I've managed. Though.." her expression darkened, raising the bat a little more and taking a step towards the frightened man, "I do believe there has to be some punishment for you.. after all, you've been disobedient from the moment you've existed." And with that, she swung, and hit the poor man on the side of his tv head, causing the half that she hit to crack and static up. Black Oil dripping out of the cracks in the screen as he fell to the floor, spilling oil all over it. He couldnt feel how painful it was.. but he was scared.

Terry laughed, "oh did you really think you could run away and I wouldnt find you?" She taunted, gripping the bat tighter, "you poor.. poor.. IDIOT!" she cackled as she swung again.. it didnt just stop at one swing, she swung once.. and once more.. and again.. and again. And again. Until the man turned almost entirely black from his Blood. The man was now limp, not even his tail was moving. Terry scoffed, "what an idiot.." they muttered, wiping some of the oil off their cheek with their sleeve. Humming as they held the bat with one hand and supported the rest on her shoulder. She waltzed out of the shop proudly, and went back to her home, leaving the TV headed man broken and bleeding.