 The form ain't a big robot. Do you let children watch TV? Normally I would say there is no harm in that, just put on Nickelodeon or something and let them sit there for an hour or two. That was before my brother. They do it at random, mostly. Every couple weeks or so they find a child, the younger the better, and study them. How they study them, I do not know. A secret camera somewhere, a well-placed bug. But they watch you. Then they attack. They start by cutting away companies like Dish or Direct TV, so you are left with just basic table. Then they put in a channel. The channel number is irrelevant, because no matter what it is always on the even-numbered channels. Every second channel is this channel. Parents don't mind. What is on that channel is nothing but one show. One show with one episode, playing on Luke Forever. Johnny, my little brother, was three when he discovered Big Leo Friends. Our family just lost Dish, and were thankful he wasn't crying over Blue's clues anymore, so we just let him watch it. He loved the show. We didn't know why, he just loved it. My family, myself included, didn't bother watching it. Didn't bother noticing it was the same episode on Luke, didn't bother changing the channel. All we knew about it worked with Glance's walking through the living room. It looked okay. Bright colors, calm voices, and cheerful, fun people happily dancing around in wacky costumes. Perfectly okay for a three-year-old. Pretty soon he started showing some strange behavior. Nothing too out of the ordinary. He started acting more mature, and demanding things rather than asking for them. He never invited friends over anymore, instead all he did was watch that show. Memorized. No one could turn it off. When someone tried he didn't cry, just kept demanding, in a hushed and re-voice. Turn it back on. Though unsettling, my parents dictated it as a phase and cooperated. I however was skeptical. One day I had some time to kill, so I decided to sit down and watch the show. My brother was not phased in the slightest by my presence. I sat down, just as another episode came on. The first thing that kept me was the theme song. We are your friendly friends. As friends we are there. As friends we are everywhere. We as friends we care. As friends we share. We... Despite the lyrics, the song sounded cheerful, happy. So happy in fact that unless you actually listened to it, the little tune sounded normal. The rest of the show itself wasn't much different. Just a bunch of mascots comically dancing, and playing well explaining various phrases from the song. We are the only ones you love. We are your Biblio friends. Your own? These phrases just kept being repeated again and again with some wacky, non-relevant dialogue in between. The phrases were said in hushed whispers, as if a parent scolding to their kids after they did something bad. Every now and again for about two minutes, an orange screen with bright blue letters would show up for two seconds, saying, Be a Biblio friend. This continued for the entire 30 minutes of the episode. I watched another, just to be sure. The same exact thing. I told my parents everything about the show. But they didn't care. Before Biblio friends, Johnny was a pain to deal with. Now he was mostly well behaved most of the day. School gave him all the exercise he needed and he was eating, and going to bed at times. They said the show was okay. They've seen it. But not like I had. It was a month or two after Biblio friends showed up. Mum and dad never went back to dish because they said they didn't have anything close to Biblio friends. I had a date that night. When I left, Johnny was watching that show. I had expected he would still be watching the show when I returned, like always. Not tonight. When I got home around 10pm, I noticed all the lights were on, just as they were when I left. I had a strange feeling. Like something was about to go wrong. Inside the family room, everything was a mess. Touches were turned and flipped. Paintings had fallen and broken. There were a few holes in the wall. Mum, dad and Johnny. No reply. I entered the living room. There was some damage but nothing major. Everything seemed fairly normal except for one thing. The TV was off. Johnny was nowhere to be found. This had me worried, scared. I kept in all my pride not to scream or cry. I quietly walked into the kitchen where I saw the most terrifying sight of all. Small, bloody hand prints covered the walls. Everything was a mess, like a twister tore through. On the stove were heads. The heads of my parents. Removed from their bodies and displayed on the stove. The stove wasn't on, but the expression on the faces showed fear, sorrow, and confusion. Bits of chopped up body parts scattered the kitchen floor, table, and counter. It took all my strength not to puke. And in the middle of it all was Johnny, standing motionless with his head down, holding a bloody kitchen knife. He looked at me. Eyes frozen, he did not blink. His mouth moved to form a wide grotesque smile. I watched him fear as he explained in a rather disturbing voice. They were not my friends. Not my Biblio friends. Are you my Biblio friend? Without thinking I screamed at the top of my lungs. No. And ran into town. I did not stop to look behind me, nor did I ever look back. I just kept running. I took the bus and a cab, and went as far away from that house as possible. I never went back. They are making an army. An army of psychopathic kids determined on death. I do not know who they are, nor do I want to. But I know they have my brother. And as of right now, they have yours too.