"Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock. Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring," blares from my speakers and I am in shock.

　　The man before me looks delighted as he bends to pull the bag out of my compartment.

　　"Voice, what`s happening?" I ask over the sheer noise that is pouring out of me.

　　"Snowin` and blowin` up bushels of fun. Now the jingle hop has begun!" continues to play from me in a voice that isn`t my own.

　　It is music, I realise slowly. In this world, this strange noise counts as music.

　　"During the festive period," the voice informs me, "when customers place orders, they can choose a song to play as you deliver the order."

　　I`m silent for a moment, my mind turning and trying to work it out.

　　"I can sing?" I ask.

　　I know that it isn`t me, it isn`t my voice, but it is coming from my speakers. It is as close to singing as I can get and I love it.

　　Happiness increased, pride increased, determination increased, hope increased.

　　Speed

　　1/10

　　Hope

　　3.5/10

　　Determination

　　5.5/10

　　Happiness

　　6.1/10

　　Pride

　　4.2/10

　　Battery

　　94%

　　I feel almost every single stat increase. I can`t wait to deliver more orders.

　　"How many songs can I sing?" I ask the voice even though it hasn`t responded to my last question.

　　"This year, there are thirty-seven songs for customers to choose from."

　　Thirty-seven! There are thirty-seven songs that I can sing. I can`t wait to hear more, to sing more. I want to have even more orders, to try every single song I can sing. I want them all.

　　"Oh, this is awesome," the guy says as he bobs along to my music.

　　He stays there, watching me sing, until the music stops and I fall silent again. Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.

　　"Thank you for ordering with GroceRover!" I tell him. "Please close my lid!"

　　"Oh, shit, yeah," he mutters, leaning down to do it, the bottles clinking in his hand. "There we go."

　　He stands up again but I don`t wait. I`ve already started to move. The icon has appeared in the corner of my screen, someone else is placing an order. Maybe the lovely woman from before? I know that it is unlikely but I want to get home before they submit the order. I want to be able to go straight out again so that I can hear more music.

　　I speed down the pavement as fast as I can, watching the icon carefully. It bounces a few times, indicating that they are putting items into their basket. It looks like a big shop. That makes me happy. I want to be the one to deliver it.

　　I`m almost at the crossing in no time. There`s no sight of the cat again but luckily, there is a gaggle of people on the other side of the road. They are waiting so they must have already pushed the button, fantastic. I rock back and forth on my wheels, looking between the group and the lights. They take forever to change though but the people don`t seem to mind.

　　I examine them closely. They look smaller than the others that I`ve seen, more juvenile. Not as small as the child I had seen recently but not yet an adult. I feel like there is a term for that, one specific word that sums up their age group. I think hard but nothing comes to mind. I know that there is a word but I am unable to find it.

　　It doesn`t matter though, the lights change and the people start to move. I do too, diving forwards into the road. I stay to one side, trying to stay out of their way like I`m meant to, but they don`t do the same. They step towards me, standing directly in front of me so that I am forced to come to a stop. One of the taller ones, the boy, laughs but the noise is cruel. It is mocking me.

　　"Look at this dumb thing," he says, a sneer curling his lip. "What even is it?"

　　"Have you not seen one before?" someone else asks. "They deliver food. They`re slow as shit though."

　　I cycle through my cameras to stare up at the girl who has insulted me. Am I slow? I know that my speed stat is one but the guy, Barry, said I was quick. What if I`m not really? I mean, people walk past me, moving faster than me all the time, but I didn`t think that was too bad.

　　"They are? This one has a scratch on it. Maybe someone kicked it for being so slow," the mean boy says.

　　I want to object, to speak, but I don`t. We`re still on the road, it feels so dangerous. I don`t know if we`ll have enough time to get to the other side before the lights change again. I need to move past them, I need to get to the other side and get back home.

　　"I would," someone else says as I start to move backwards. "I have. One drove past me the other day and I kicked it."

　　"You did not."

　　"I did! I`ll do it again too!"

　　"You wouldn`t, you`re too much of a wimp. You wouldn`t dare."

　　"I would too! What`s that stupid little thing going to do anyway? Run me over? I doubt it."

　　I look up at the boy in fear, worried that he`s going to kick me but luckily, he does not. The lights stop beeping and a car hooks its horn, the noise making me jump.

　　"Come on," the bully before me says, "let`s go back to mine. I have some beers in my room."

　　Some of the others cheer but I take the opportunity to escape. I speed past them as fast as I can before they change their mind and decide to kick me or hurt me. I can`t look away from them as I reach the other side of the road and start to race towards the shop. I`m so worried that they`re going to change their minds and come back to me but luckily, I turn a corner and they disappear from view before long. The shop appears in the distance and relief washes through me. I`m almost home.