When Disco-Tron 3000 woke up again, he was inside the church. "I'm still alive, how is this possible", he asked himself. "Shield Zombie, Mecha-Football, Charlie! We made it! We're alive"! He cheered. However, when he turned around, he noticed his friends were not there. "Wait, Shield Zombie? Mecha Football? Charlie"? He asked in shock. "Shield Zombie, Mecha Football, Charlie"! He called. "SHIELD ZOMBIE, MECHA FOOTBALL, CHARLIE, WHERE ARE YOU"?! He screamed. He paced around the church, calling their names, to no avail. However, as he walked around, something else became apparent - everything felt like knives inside his body. "Aaaagh", he winced, as he made his way to the doors of the church.

He went outside the doors of the church, and wished he never did, for the sight he saw was one he could never forget. His friend's bodies were mangled from the gunshots, and they were lying there, lifeless and dead. He poked Shield Zombie with his mouth. "Shield Zombie, c'mon, we have to get inside, it's dangerous out here", he ordered him. "You, too, Mecha Football", he added, poking his body. "Charlie, we need to find the rest of the group", he ordered him. However, there was no movement from any of his friends' bodies. "HELP!" He cried. "SOMEBODY, ANYBODY, HELP ME, PLEASE"! he cried. While the physical pain coursing through his body was making every step he took felt like being stabbed, seeing the state of his friends made the physical pain he felt practically non-existent.

As he stared at his friends' dead bodies, he was suddenly flooded with all the memories of them arguing with each other, fighting, and being mean. Then, the memories of them having fun, playing, and helping each other. Tears began to fill his eyes, as he dissolved into a flood of helpless sobs. Soon, a blonde-haired girl, who was around 15, wearing a pastel purple dress and carrying a black parasol walked outside. "Are you OK"? The girl asked him. "Leave me alone", Disco-Tron ordered her. "I can't leave y

As long as there's tears and evidence of emotion, it counts.

For some reason, I love to imagine cars and/or smartphones crying. I personally find the idea of a phone crying extremely attractive, and for this reason, I would commonly depict the MePhones of Inanimate Insanity crying in my drawings. I also love imagining cars crying, particularly Drifter and/or Maxi from Roary the Racing Car. Why is this? 

It was a bright, sunny day at Silver Hatch Racetrack. Tin Top and Drifter were speeding around the racetrack, when suddenly, Drifter started coughing relentlessly, as his exhaust smoke turned black, and his engine started making unhappy noises. "Are you OK, partner"? Asked Tin Top. "Uh, ye-ye-yess", Drifter stuttered. "You don't look OK, your exhaust is black and you're coughing a lot". Drifter pulled over onto the grass, where his engine conked out. Tin Top called Plugger to bring Drifter back to the workshop, where Big Chris was to do a full inspection on him. Not wanting to distress the other cars with a result of his findings, he asked Roary, Maxi, Cici and Tin Top to meet Marsha on the track for a race. Back in the workshop, Big Chris had locked up and said that the other cars were not to enter the workshop. Big Chris was explaining to Drifter that his parts were failing, and finding new parts for him was going to be really difficult. As Big Chris explained this to Drifter, he noticed that Drifter's eyes were starting to water. Although all the other cars were banished from the workshop, Roary decided to go back out of curiosity about what was going on in the workshop, and why Drifter wasn't joining them in the race. He drove as close to the workshop door as he could so he could tell what was going on. He overheard Big Chris mention "scrapheap" and "how are we going to tell the other cars". If it wasn't for his metal body, the color would've drained from Roary's face. Instead, he just stayed there in pure shock, unable to move. When he regained composure, he drove back towards the other cars. With tears in his eyes, Roary told Maxi, Cici and Tin Top that Drifter was going to the scrapheap. Cici, like Roary, froze in shock, Tin Top was frantically panicking, and Maxi started sobbing. Soon, Roary, Maxi, Tin Top and Cici drove back to the workshop. When they came back, they heard Drifter sobbing so hard, he could barely breathe. Maxi went to pull the blue tarp cov

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