#wire for binding

[srjsteel]

The Role of Binding Wire and Construction Rings

Wire Binding: A Critical Innovation in Construction

Wire binding stands as an essential innovation in modern-day construction, transforming the manner structural factors advantage strength, balance, and durability. Professionals throughout engineering and production disciplines recognize the pivotal position of specific wire binding techniques in developing strong, long-lasting infrastructure.

The Fundamental Science of Wire Binding

Wire binding represents an advanced technique of structural reinforcement that is going a ways past simple connection methods. Binding wire serves as a critical thing in creating cohesive, resilient structural systems that can face up to big strain and environmental challenges.

The molecular-stage interaction between binding wire and construction materials creates a synergistic courting that dramatically complements general structural integrity. Engineers leverage specialized cord binding strategies to distribute mechanical masses, prevent structural failure, and ensure long-time period stability in complicated creation initiatives.

Critical Components of Effective Wire Binding

Binding Wire: The Structural Backbone

Binding wire isn't a one-length-suits-all solution. Different creation initiatives name for precise cord characteristics:

Tensile Strength: High-grade binding twine provides exceptional load-bearing skills.

Corrosion Resistance: Advanced cord remedies prevent degradation.

Flexibility: Precise wire binding lets in for subtle structural actions.

Dimensional Stability: Consistent twine houses ensure uniform reinforcement.

Construction Rings: Precision Reinforcement Mechanisms

Construction rings play a sophisticated role in wire binding techniques. These specialised additives:

Distribute mechanical strain evenly.

Create additional structural connection factors.

Enhance ordinary device tension.

Provide important load switch mechanisms.

Technological Advancements in Wire Binding

Modern twine binding techniques integrate current technology that transform conventional reinforcement techniques. Advanced metallurgical processes and precision engineering have revolutionized how creation professionals technique structural integrity.

Sophisticated pc modeling now lets in engineers to simulate cord binding performance underneath severe conditions, allowing extra predictive and dependable reinforcement techniques. Computational analysis helps decide most suitable cord placement, anxiety, and fabric interactions.

Performance Benefits of Strategic Wire Binding

Implementing superior cord binding techniques gives multiple overall performance blessings:

Enhanced Structural Resilience: Improved capability to face up to mechanical stresses.

Longevity: Reduced cloth degradation and extended infrastructure lifespan.

Cost Efficiency: Lower upkeep requirements and progressed sturdiness.

Adaptability: Versatile packages throughout diverse production environments.

Selection Criteria for Wire Binding Solutions

Professionals choosing twine binding technology have to don't forget:

Material composition.

Tensile energy ratings.

Corrosion resistance capabilities.

Environmental performance characteristics.

Compatibility with precise production methodologies.

Industry Applications and Innovations

Wire binding techniques discover important programs throughout more than one sectors:

Infrastructure improvement

High-upward thrust creation

Bridge engineering

Industrial facility design

Seismic-resistant structures

Emerging Trends in Wire Binding Technology

The future of twine binding promises groundbreaking advancements. Researchers are exploring innovative materials and techniques on the way to revolutionize structural reinforcement:

Nanotechnology-more advantageous binding wires.

Self-recovery cloth compositions.

Smart sensors included without delay into twine structures.

Advanced computational modeling for precise overall performance prediction.

Making Informed Reinforcement Decisions

Selecting suitable twine binding techniques calls for a comprehensive expertise of unique project necessities. Professionals must compare multiple elements, which include environmental situations, mechanical pressure profiles, and lengthy-time period overall performance expectations.

Each creation mission provides precise challenges that demand tailored twine binding solutions. Understanding the nuanced interaction among binding cord, production rings, and structural dynamics turns into important for accomplishing ideal performance and protection.

Structural reinforcement represents a complex interplay of materials, strategies, and scientific concepts. Wire binding emerges as a vital technology that bridges theoretical know-how with realistic engineering answers, continuously pushing the boundaries of current construction.

[angelofrainfrogs]

Just an Attraction: Ch. 1

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: The first thing Gregory knows is the place he landed gives him the creeps. A rundown building with crumbling walls and a generally unkempt appearance, only the blinking Fazbear Fright’s sign belies this is indeed part of the mega corporation slowly taking over the world. Even the night guard seems to match the ambiance, with his body all wrapped in bandages. This doesn’t stop Gregory from recognizing him though, and he can only hope this iteration of Michael is a bit less crazed than the last one he encountered.  

Rating: T

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[sleepberries]

how i sleep praying for a shark in your water or journey to the center of the multiverse update in the morning

[g4zdtechtv]

THE PILE PRESENTS - X-Play - Less Creativity and More Filling | 8/8/05

There’s no "Bitching About Gas Prices" game on this episode.

(4GTV - WATCH NOW!)

[queernarcissus]

"So, whats on the agenda for todays scene zeddyyyy?"

She rolls her eyes, "Well, I thought I'd do something new, but blindfold you so you don't know what I'm going to do."

"Sure, I'm down for that!"

It lays down on the lab table into a jokingly seductive pose. "How do you want me miss scientist?"

Zed giggles a little but tries to stop it by biting her tounge between her teeth. She clears her throat, "Ahem well, bottoms off but, you can do whatever you want with the top."

It starts taking off the shorts it opted for today, wiggling a bit to get the tight latex over it's hips.

"Oh I can do whatever I want with the top hm? Well you better come over here then."

Zed rolls her eyes again, "Be serious! Or I'll gag you."

Bunny smirks, "Oh noooo, how terrible that would be."

"Oh shush," Zed says as she walks over with the blindfold. She holds it out for Bunny to look at, "It's got a custom curse of binding, if I put it on you, only I can take it off you, you okay with that?"

It nods eagerly, "That sounds so fun and so interesting, you'll tell me about how you did it after?"

"Of course! I've been dying to tell someone about it but I also wanted to keep it a surprise; I didn't know who I was going to use it on first so you'd be hearing about it even if you didnt want to honestly."

"Right I'll put it on you, and then get you layed down safely okay?"

"Got it."

Zed is gentle as she places the blindfold on, mindful of Bunnys ears and hair, ties it securely, takes a step back to admire and smiles before gently pushing Bunny to lay down.

"Now, where do I even start," Zed starts talking out loud to herself, part of why Bunny likes scenes with Zed, she speaks a lot, like it's just a subject of an experiment, which in most cases, it is. Honestly it's probably had more sex with Zed on the lab table than in a real bed.

It feels Zed pushing it's legs apart, "Oh! both today hm? Well thats more fun for me!"

Theres a moment and then Bunny can hear Zed clattering around with, something, it's not entirely sure, could be several things - or Zed just forgot where she put whatever it is shes looking for.

The noise stops and then Zed is petting at the base of its ears, Bunny practically melts at that, shes done enough experimenting that she knows exactly where to pet to make that happen.

Zed stops after a couple of minutes, deeming Bunny relaxed enough to get on with the next stage, reaching to trace the hidden seam she knows is along its chest and abdomen.

Bunny shivers at the touch, finally getting a vauge idea of what today might be about.

Its chest is open, machine guts fully on display, Zed poking at a few wires, and - Bunny thinks - taking notes about it all.

The anticipation and clinical behaviour has had it half hard this whole time and prpbably wet enough for a couple fingers straight away. Bunny shivers, arm twitching as Zed touches a certain wire, theres a pause, then she touches another wire. The specific wire shes identified as controlling some sort of pleasure (shes not exactly sure yet but more testing will be sure to help) drawing a small groan from Bunny.

Bunny feels a strange sensation on the wire, then a lot. All at once. And it's all it can focus on.

By the time it stops, Bunny is drooling slightly, and is sure its dick and hole are both leaking.

It hears Zeds voice, "This next bit might hurt."

Bunny lets out a breathless, "Bring it on."

The next thing it feels is so much more than before, it wants to grab and pull away whatever is doing this but. It can't move, it struggles. Realises it's restrained.

Fuck, tears start falling, but they're hidden by the blindfold as the panic starts to set in.

"Red red red, Zed please stop I can't, get these off please, I can't red."

The sensation stops as soon as it says the safeword, but the restraints dont come off.

"Zed let me go, let me out, I can't-"

Its still struggling, trying to fight out of the restraints.

"Hey, hey Bunny I'm trying to get them off but you need to try and stay still yeah?"

Fuck, Bunny is sobbing now, the panicked fight dissapearing as it just lays there.

The blindfold coming off is the next thing it registers, realises its free of the bindings, Zed is gently holding its hands and had coaxed it into a sitting position.

"Hey you're okay, c'mon lets get you somewhere nicer than this."

Bunny doesnt speak, just follows as zed guides it through her base to the cozy bedroom thats shared with her husbands.

Bunny still feels unsure what to do with itself and just stands in the doorway as zed busies herself with who knows what.

Bunny comes back to itself again and its sat next to Zed in the large bed, a pair of colourful boxers on - probably skizz or tangos - and Zedaph, fussing over it.

Bunny pulls its legs up to its chest and lays its head on its knees, arms wrapping around the legs.

"Sorry."

It's the first thing its said since the scene - or well the ending of it.

Zed has a slightly uncomfotable look on her face, "No, you don't need to apologise at all, its on me," she pauses, holding out some water for Bunny, which it takes.

"Was it the pain, or the restraints?"

Bunny holds up two fingers, sipping at the water.

"Right okay, is this an everytime thing or?"

"Pretty much." It shrugs.

"Can I ask why?"

Bunny doesnt really want to share but, Zed looks so earnest, so worried, it caves. But only a bit.

"Trauma stuff, y'know how it is."

Zed looks down, nods, "Yeah, I do."

She takes a deep breath and blows it out before looking up again, "Is there anyone who knows more that you'd rather be here than me? or be here as well?"

Bunny shrugs, "Not really, I think Etho vaugely knows something but I've not said anything, and from what I've heard Etho is not great at aftercare anyway."

Zed grimaces a little at that but nods, "Yeah, Etho tries but, not the best."

"Just more people in general being normal might help though? You could ask the guys to come over?"

Zed nods, pulling out her communicator, "You sure? They're pretty noisy sometimes."

Bunny smiles a little, "Yeah, I'm sure, noise is a good distraction sometimes.'

Zed sends a message and puts her communicator down, ignoring the immediate pings of responses, "They'll be here soon."

Skizz bursts into the room a fraction of a second later.

"Bunny! And Zed! I hope you're ready for cuddles!" He smiles wide, sharp teeth on display, but so unintimidating."

Bunny cant help but smile a little more as Skizz bounds over.

"Hey buddy! Ooooh you're wearing a Skizz special! The paint zags!"

"What?" Zed beats Bunny to the question.

"Well, those specific pair, those are the paint zags."

"Do you name all of your underwear?"

"No! Don't be silly! Just the ones that aren't a clear design. And I mean those *are* paint zags."

Bunny tunes out the details as it finishes off the water, waving at Impulse as he steps into the room, completely unnoticed by the other two who are either still bickering about naming underwear or the conversation has devolved because of 5 different tangents, Bunny doesn't really have the energy to care or to figure out which it is.

Impulse sits himself down next to Bunny, offering it a cookie, "From Scars, still warm."

"Still warm? You spoil me."

He gently nudges it with his shoulder, "Well, maybe you're secretly my favourite, don't tell them though." He nods his head at Zed and Skizz, who were now holding hands and she was seated in his lap, still continuing their conversation.

"Yeah, they're a bit too weird for you huh?"

That gets a laugh out of Impulse, "Yeah, maybe, at least you're normal huh?"

That gets a scoffed laugh out of Bunny.

"I mean compared to most of you hermits I probably am pretty normal, although, not sure this is normal aftercare."

Impulse shrugs, "Aftercare doesn't have to be anything specific, as long as all people involved in the scene end up feeling okay then its fine, even if it is a little unconventional."

"Mmm, I suppose," It finally takes a bite of the cookie, groaning at the wonderful tase and flopping into Impulse slightly, "Thank you so much for this."

Impulse gently puts an arm around it, "No worries," Before turning his head, "Tango stop lurking over there, and come over here."

Bunny feels the slight heat from tango as he approaches, "Hey." She waves at it.

"Hey." Bunny waves back, very halfheartedly, energy waning a lot

Tango smiles at it, you should get some sleep.

"Mmmm only if you keep my pillow warm."

"Sure."

Bunny watches through half lidded eyes as Tango snuggles himself into Impulses other side.

"You've got youre very own podcast background noiseificator to fall asleep to as well huh." She says, gesturing at the other two, who seemed to now be talking about... eggs?

Bunny nods slightly, "They're pretty good at it honestly."

"Zeds voice has always been quite soothing." Agrees Impulse.

Bunny mmms in agreement, falling into the arms of sleep.

[kapilasteel]

How Binding Wire and TMT Bars Create the Backbone of Modern Construction

A steel pipe company that produces components knows something essential about modern-day building practices: the invisible elements regularly determine a shape's integrity. While concrete might also seem like the hero of creation tasks, the fact is it's a ways more complicated. The fusion of binding twine and reinforcement bars creates the hidden framework that allows concrete structures to face up to the test of time.

When employees pour concrete around a carefully built skeleton of metal rebars, they may be collaborating in a production method that has revolutionized structure and infrastructure improvement globally. But how precisely does this system paint, and why is the connection between binding wire and substances from TMT bar manufacturers so essential?

The Critical Role of Binding Wire

Binding wires serves as the unsung hero of this creation symphony. This especially thin, malleable cord performs the essential feature of securing reinforcement bars in their designed positions before concrete placement. When construction people tie rebar grids or cages, binding wire ensures that the reinforcement continues the right spacing and alignment all through the concrete pour.

Proper positioning is non-negotiable due to the fact that the effectiveness of reinforcement relies absolutely on unique placement in the concrete matrix. Even minor displacement can considerably lessen structural capacity and sturdiness. This is in which the relationship among binding twine and materials from TMT bar producers will become crucial.

The Science Behind TMT Bar Manufacturing

TMT (thermo-mechanically treated) bars constitute a widespread development in reinforcement technology. Unlike traditional steel bars, products from TMT bar manufacturers go through a complicated production system concerning managed heating, speedy quenching of the surface layer, and self-tempering of the center as residual warmth flows outward.

This method creates a completely unique micro structure: a sturdy outer layer with martensite formation providing high yield strength and a ductile ferrite-pearlite center that ensures flexibility and weldability.

The Binding Process: Where Precision Meets Craftsmanship

The connection among binding wire and reinforcement from TMT bar producers requires both technical information and practiced talent. Workers usually use specialized tools known as rebar stages to create steady connections at intersection points. The binding pattern follows engineer-specific requirements, with different styles (parent-8, saddle, or wrap-and-twist ties) used depending on structural demands.

Binding cord itself is available in several sorts, with black annealed wire being the most not unusual for popular packages. For specialized tasks, galvanized or PVC-coated binding wire prevents corrosion in aggressive environments. A legit steel pipe business enterprise regularly components the entire range wished for numerous programs.

Industry Integration: From Manufacturing to Construction

The journey from uncooked fabric to finished shape demonstrates extremely good supply chain integration. A steel pipe agency that still materials binding cord and collaborates with TMT bar producers represents an evolution closer to incorporated cloth answers that make sure compatibility and performance.

This delivery chain integration matters because inconsistencies among reinforcement elements can create unexpected weaknesses. When materials come from assets with coordinated pleasant requirements, builders gain confidence in long-term structural overall performance.

Looking Forward: Innovation in Reinforcement Technology

The binding cord and TMT bar production industries retain evolving collectively. Recent improvements consist of self-connecting reinforcement systems that reduce binding cord requirements, corrosion-resistant alloys for severe environments, and digital tracking technology that files reinforcement placement for fine guarantee.

For developers and contractors, staying knowledgeable about these improvements through relationships with a complete metallic pipe company gives competitive benefits in terms of creation efficiency and structural performance.

Final Thoughts

The next time you walk past a production web page or input a concrete construction, don't forget that beneath the gray floor lies a cautiously orchestrated community of materials operating in harmony—concrete, TMT bars, and binding twine growing systems that define our built environment.

[yeahivegotanaccount]

People tend to vastly underestimate their ability to pick up a new hobby/skill. Like, being bad at a subject at school doesn't mean being as bad when you're adult 'cause at that point you have more awareness of your body and mind. Ironically, because of this awareness learning to slightly bend to the left of your usual patterns feels frustrating, but that's what you do when you learn! And adults don't have to bend as much in the beginning. There's so many people that say that they cannot draw at all but if you ask them to draw a scheme of the body the strokes would be straight and proportions would be rougly correct. There's so many people that say they're have no musical ability when they have relative pitch and a good sense of rhytm. Being bad at making clay figurine at 6 is vastly different from doing it at 34 'cause 6 year olds cannot even hold a pen reliably.

The flip side is when adults blast through the beginning lessons at a machspeed they may get bigheaded.

[wizardnuke]

"how do you hit thee most DEVIOUS shot and then whiff on someone right in front of you" the valorant experience

[truebuggy]

I have to decide if I want to just bind off this bucket hat or add a wire brim...

[angelofrainfrogs]

Break My Mind: Ch. 6

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: Gregory must be dreaming this time. No sooner had he come to accept this strange reality where everyone is alive and well, than he’s sent back through time and space to the weekend he got trapped in the Pizzaplex. He’s supposed to help his family get on track for a better future, yet… didn’t he already succeed in his own timeline? Confused but relieved, Gregory drops back into his new life in the mega mall. In fact, who should be waiting for him but Michael, clad in a security uniform and searching for his missing family! Only—the night guard seems a bit more withered than when Gregory last saw him. Not to mention that cold look in his silver eyes…

Rating: T

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And here we go again…

As soon the heavy fog cleared from Gregory’s mind when he hit the floor, he knew he had to get up and hide from Mike. There was no reasoning with this one, despite his initially worried tone that called to lure him closer. Gregory turned and nearly fell over trying to sprint away from him. He knew what he had to do—

And as long Gregory wasn’t an idiot about things this time, he wouldn’t risk his friends being damaged from protecting him.

Gregory could hear the zombie shouting after him with false concern as he made it into the employees’ entrance of the arcade. He needed to get to the basement—or lose himself trying again. He passed by lockers, finding them too easy of a hiding spot. Michael would know right away. He had to keep running no matter how bad the burning was in his lungs. Running until he found the cold, dark comfort of the depths below…

***

The kid was smart, Henry had to give him that. Regardless of his reason for disappearing, he was confident that Gregory would at least know to avoid Mike like the plague. After all the stories they’d told about the psychotic night guard and what he’d done, surely Gregory wouldn’t think of Michael as anything more than bad news.

As it stood, Henry and Will were wandering through the back rooms looking for the child in question. They were debating whether to head for the security office when a scuffling caused them to freeze. The noise was too light and quick for animatronic feet, so that left only two options…

“Gregory!” the old bear hissed, eyes widening when he spotted the boy dart around a corner. He kept his voice low, figuring their enemy was nearby if he was running like that. Gesturing for Gregory to come closer, he added: “We’ve been looking for you; why the hell did you run off—you know what, never mind. We’ve got to go!”

Run and hide first, then they could grill the kid.

Gregory didn’t even stop, barreling towards them in the corridor to take the lead—only to be snatched up by the back of his shirt. He gasped, first thinking his friends weren’t the ones to grab him, on edge now that he knew what would happen if he got caught. In reality it was William, raising him up by the scruff of his neck. He wasn’t about to let Gregory out of his sight again. As William began to run in his loping gait, Gregory thrashed in his arms.

“No! Head for the basement!” the boy tried to command, though the rabbit holding him shook his head.

“Bad move—you don’t know what’s down there,” William countered, moving swiftly until Gregory started to box his shoulder. “Hey, quit that! What’s gotten into you?”

He stopped in a storage space between the last utility hall and a gift shop. Will put the exhausted Gregory down, watching him sway on his feet and taking stock of two things: the vomit on Gregory’s shirt, all nervous stomach acid and bile; then those glowing, haunted eyes staring at him in the dark.

“Shit… You must be really scared, Gregory; I… I didn’t mean to make it worse,” he murmured sympathetically, feeling his heart fall as he realized Michael stuck the boy with Remnant when his guard was down.

“Oh, shit...,” Henry murmured, pressing an oversized paw to his mouth as he noticed those eyes a moment after William. Shaking his head, he tried to reign in his rising panic. “No, no, he couldn't've—god damn it!”

Breathe. The kid is clearly terrified, and you're going to freak him out more.

They could deal with the Remnant later. They'd just keep an eye on Gregory for now and make sure he didn't have any immediate after-effects. God, did the kid even know what'd happened to him?

“...Sorry,” Henry apologized after a moment, leaning down to offer Gregory's head a gentle pat. “Just stressed—as are we all. So, uh—yeah, basement's not a good idea.” He stood, briefly shifting his worried gaze to William; the kid sure seemed determined to go there. “I know it seems like a solid hideout, but... it's not. Maybe we can head for one of the attractions and hole ourselves in there for a bit?”

Either way, they needed to make a decision soon. It wouldn't be long before Michael and/or his lackeys caught up and tried to snatch Gregory away again.

Gregory shook his head and lurched forward, capturing both Henry and William’s paws in his own to ground them. They weren’t going anywhere, even if they pulled his arms from the sockets trying to escape his tiny grasp.

“It’s overrun upstairs. They’re all too aggressive—” the boy panted, still catching his breath from his mad dash. “—Michael already saw me. He won’t go to the basement!”

Gregory seemed to have worked this out in his mind, though he could see his behavior was worrying the both of them.

“Sport…,” William began, feeling worse by the minute. They’d left him alone to fend for himself, and now they’d all face the consequences. “—Fine; we’ll go. But you’re not to let go of our hands this time.”

He didn’t care if Gregory may be a little too old to hold someone’s hand in an unknown place. While his life was no longer at stake, losing him would prove a harder time for him and the others.

“Henry?” William glanced over to the bear, wanting his input on the situation.  

“I—” Henry’s first instinct was to protest, as they would not be welcomed down there... but Gregory was making valid points. Besides, at least they knew the “threats” the ghost children posed, and that was more than they could say for the capabilities of the infected Glamrocks. With a resigned huff, Henry nodded and cinched his grip on Gregory's hand. He wasn't about to let the kid go either. “...Yeah, let's go.”

Taking the lead, since Gregory had never been to the basement before, he tried to explain their hesitancy. “Look, Gregory, you've got to prepare yourself because unfortunately we're not going to be alone. There are other ghosts down there—three, technically, and… something else.” He grimaced internally, not really sure what to categorize Ennard as. “They’re… not nearly as friendly as us. In all honesty, we don’t feel very welcome so we tend to stay away from them.”

Henry's words echoed eerily similar to ones Gregory heard during his first go-round. Slightly different context, but the same intent—to warn him of the restless spirits down below. At least Henry hoped they'd be a little more lenient to another kid than they were to the adults that'd failed them...

Gregory’s panting reduced to a slight shake. The conversation was familiar to him. For whatever reason, these versions of the ghosts had some long-standing grudge against the founders. Gregory… didn’t exactly blame them. But maybe helping mend the bridge could be the key to saving this broken timeline.

William gently led them back where they came, agreeing with Henry. “They hate us, sure. But how mad could they still be?”

Even if those kids thought he was their murderer for years. He probably wasn’t the nicest to all of them when they were alive. Then again, he didn’t exactly know what was going on inside Henry’s and his business at the time… What he failed to realize was that’s why they were so angry to begin with.

As they started their travel, Gregory offered a suggestion. “Maybe I could talk to them? They might listen to me, as… as another kid, you know?”  

“Maybe...” Henry's voice was distant, mulling over similar thoughts as William. They certainly had more of a grudge against the man trapped in the rabbit suit than Henry overall, although Cassidy and Evan had mixed feelings about Henry unintentionally ejecting them from their decades-old home in the bear suit. “Oh, god... Evan.”

The wince was clear in Henry's voice as he said the name. They'd already told Gregory he and the youngest Afton could be clones with how alike they looked—but that's where the similarities ended. Whereas Gregory was strong-willed and had a good conscience, Evan was just... angry. Being killed by his brother for some stupid “prank” already set him on a bad track, and years with Cassidy's vengeful spirit hadn't helped his psyche.

In another world—most, actually—Evan could've resisted her influence and kept his kind demeanor despite it all once he saw how hard Michael was working to make things right again.

But not in this timeline.

With Michael turning into a murderer and no one around to even try to stop him, Evan had completely fallen into the red-haze of hatred. His prior sweet affect was twisted into biting ire that no one wanted to be on the bad side of.

William winced at the name, springs creaking as he turned his head in visible recoil. He hadn’t been able to speak with his son for a long time. And how could he? William failed to protect him. It was his fault that Michael didn’t know to do better as a brother. It’d all gone to shit at that damned party…

“Maybe… Maybe the others will like you, Gregory. You all have so much in common after all,” William murmured somberly. It took everything in him not to remember—even the good memories of his children would put a deep depression in his very soul. Something so heavy that William found he couldn’t move when paralyzed by the thought. His sweet sons and daughter were gone. Corrupted by death the same as him. Only his wife had the privilege of a clean death, no restless spirits involved….

“I have faith,” Gregory replied, swallowing as his mouth felt dry from his long-winded run.

The flood lights from emergency generators downstairs kept their semi-illuminated path manageable. Gregory knew exactly where they were going; he’d walked this way many times before to visit his friends. It was a path he knew now like the back of his hand.

They were getting close, though Henry was too distracted by their impending encounter to notice that Gregory seemed to be leading the way. The bear looked all around, gaze even wandering up to the ceiling at times. He didn't put it past them to be watching from the shadows...

***

In the diner, it was dark and still. Everyone was doing their own private sulking as was the norm these days, split up throughout the building so they didn't have to be near each other. The only ones remotely close were the old suitemates, and Evan had chosen to linger by the door while Cassidy was sitting on the stage. As Evan stared out through the glass, he caught sight of movement and let out a little gasp.

“Cas!” he called, keeping his eyes fixed to take in the approaching figures. “Get over here—someone's coming...”

“Evan,” Cas said, trying to draw on some old stained construction paper she found. “If I come over there and it’s another lost security bot, I swear…”

Her eyes trailed to the dusty, ash-smeared window and she dropped what she was doing right then and there. She was pressed into Evan’s side in an instant, her stare one of disbelief and curiosity.

“That… Oh, shit—Evan that’s your dad and Henry!” she pointed out, poking the glass as her voice pitched up an octave with anger.

How could those guys show their faces around here?! She was seething. The list of their sins was a long one, but Cas has had a long time to ruminate on all the hardships Evan and her faced due to their negligence.

“I’m doing it—I’m going to kick their asses this time!” Cassidy shouted in vexation. She moved to the door, attempting to knock in the dented metal with her shoulder as she didn’t even wait for Evan’s opinion on the matter.

Outside, Gregory peeked out from behind William as his guardians looked around on high alert. When the knocking from the front of the old diner began, William once again pushed Gregory behind him and Henry.

“Henry!” Will called, as if he too couldn’t also see that they woke something up simply by being there. "They've already spotted us..."

Evan's eyes narrowed as he stared at the old, decrepit suits. Why couldn't these two just leave them alone? They'd already caused enough trauma because they weren't around, and now that everything was said and done they kept trying to “make things right again.” That was never going to happen as far as Evan was concerned, so he crossed his arms with a huff and watched Cassidy lose her shit on the door.

“Oh god...,” Henry groaned, recognizing the two little shapes. On the one hand, they'd encountered the ones without physical bodies, so they couldn't do as much damage as the others should their tempers snap... but they could still do enough to severely inconvenience the trio if they wanted to.

“H-Hey, you two, uh... we know you probably don't want to see us—”

“We don't. Go away.” Evan's tone was cold and harsh—an echo of the infamous attitude that could lead any Afton down a path of destruction should they live long enough to get the chance. So focused on Henry and William, Evan hadn't yet noticed the extra visitor hidden behind the rabbit's leg.

Henry sighed, stopping in his tracks a few feet from the door. “Look—we wouldn't be here if it wasn't desperate. But...”

He paused, debating whether to tell them Michael was on yet another rampage. Instead, he decided to present their guest first and see how they reacted—then they could deliver the bad news. “We've got someone for you to meet. He's... well, you'll see.”

Glancing to Will and Gregory, Henry nodded for the boy to step forward.

This boy wasn't afraid of them—that’s what Cassidy noticed first. Their spirits had been known to wander when the Pizzaplex was still open for business. Eventually the kids that were able to see them found something wrong quickly. Their vision was haunting, just how Cassidy liked it.

Yet this kid looked at them and... smiled?

“Who the fuck are you?” Cassidy asked. Her tone was brash, but not exactly attacking. Now that her anger was redirected, she didn't even want to notice the corpses in those old suits.

Gregory tilted his head and chuckled. Fucking chuckled at her. It was classic Cas, after all. She was always so flighty with people she didn't know—and for good reason! It just made Gregory realize how much he missed the mischievous spirit.

“I'm Gregory... I'm new here,” he said, as though he just moved in to an apartment upstairs. Cassidy shared a look with Evan before turning her sight back on Gregory.

“Are you dead?” she asked bluntly.

“No.” He replied quickly, wondering if that was an issue with her. “But—I almost died. Like... A lot. Never fully kicked it, though...”

There was an uncomfortable beat before William broke it, trying to lighten the mood despite how anxious being around these kids could be for him. “He's in a bad place right now. Figured you all could use a new friend, too.”

Cassidy pointed a sharp little finger at him and enlightened: “We're all in a bad place right now, if you didn't notice...”

She gestured, making Will actually lean away from her as far as possible. He would really rather that one didn't come near him. He scooted closer to Henry, as they seemed to be more hostile towards them than Gregory.

Meanwhile, Evan was just staring at this kid. Cassidy was clearly too pissed at the world as usual to notice that he looked almost exactly like him, if not a few years older. In an astonished whisper, Evan murmured: “What the fuck...?”

“We don't know why he’s got your face, Evan,” Henry said gently, and the ghost's eyes snapped to his. Henry winced, feeling that cold stare bore straight through the metal and mummified remains to his soul. He pushed on, calm and collected—at least, that's the image he hoped to convey. “But... Michael noticed it, too. That's why Gregory's involved in all this. He got stuck in the building and your brother is on another mission to destroy even more people's lives.”

Evan's face ran through a range of emotions as Henry spoke. Suspicion turned to confusion, which turned to surprise and then anger.

“...I knew he was back,” the little ghost snapped. He uncrossed his arms, only to ball his hands into fists at his sides. “Damn it, why can't he just DIE FOR GOOD?! SHIT!”

He slammed one of his fists against the glass, the sound echoing through the dark room. This sudden burst of anger was no surprise to Henry and William, though it was a far cry from the relatively chill Evan that Gregory was used to.

Gregory was taken back by it, but really he felt for him. It hurt to see someone he was once close with in so much mental anguish. It was an impotent rage, the kind where he couldn't do anything about it.

Cassidy's tune only changed when she finally looked Gregory over, not just glancing at him then ignoring. He was a clone; that had to be the only explanation. The boy came come a little closer, sharing his rage.

“It's the Remnant,” Gregory explained, pointing to his eyes. “He used it to stay alive, and now I have it—and I want to help you guys.”

This thought hooked Cassidy in, and as she gently coddled Evan's arm to try and ground the poltergeist, she stared at this strange boy and waited for him to continue.

“I'm going to kill your brother, Evan—for good,” Gregory promised.

Cassidy recognized the quiet rage in Gregory's dead eyes; the way one twitched when he said that he was going to kill their attacker. It was a nice sentiment to know someone out there still cared. But to her, it just seemed like William and Henry were just using Gregory as a means to an end. Did he really understand what he was getting into?

“How? You're just a kid...,” Cassidy said, her voice full of a defeatist attitude. Clearly the topic of Michael was upsetting Evan, and she would rather he didn't break anymore of the shitty diner they had to live in forever now.

This was where Gregory faltered. Really, he didn't have a plan past getting all the ghosts on his side. “That's why I need you and everyone else's help. From what Charlie made it sound like, everyone always tried to face him alone. We need to act together if we're going to destroy him for good.”

“No... It's not enough. I want that bastard to suffer for what he did to us,” Cassidy insisted, not willing to rest until she knew for certain that Michael would regret the day he was born. Then, just when he thought that the sweet release of permeant death would come, she’d rip that promise away. Just like he ripped her life away.

Evan could see Gregory's point, but the rage at Michael's reappearance after everything they'd been through was too much to ignore. He leaned into Cassidy physically and emotionally, hooking his elbow through hers while nodding at her sentiment.

“I'm not letting him go easy,” Evan said, deep brown eyes hardened with determined rage. “In case you didn't know, Gregory—” He spat the name as if mocking the boy's existence. Truthfully, he was peeved this lookalike not only got to live, but was immortal, too. “—on my tenth birthday that fucker I unfortunately call my brother shoved my head in an animatronic's mouth and killed me.”

His gaze flicked dully towards Henry, who physically cringed back. Henry swore he could feel the jaws of this death-trap suit chomping down, locked into position and refusing to let go of Evan's skull until it was far too late. If he could throw up, he'd definitely be retching in a corner right now.

“...Just thought you'd wanna know what you're really up against,” Evan finished in a scarily soft voice, eyes rolling back to his doppelgänger. “Even if we do work together to take him down, I want him to suffer first.”

Gregory had figured out the morbid details of Evan's death in his own timeline due to context clues, but never had he heard it stated so blatantly—especially by the victim. The way Evan spoke about his demise so casually was chilling, and that alone added more credence to why this version absolutely loathed Michael.

Cassidy smirked at the attitude Evan copped with Gregory. Who did this kid think he was? The hero? They were all fucked. Gregory was, too, he just didn't know it yet. But what he said next made her furrow her brows in confusion. It’d been so long since she’d seen empathy; Gregory didn't look offended, he just looked sad.

“I'm sorry that happened. You didn't deserve it... That's why I want to help you guys,” he asserted calmly. It took every ounce of Gregory's being to remember that these guys were hurting just as much as him. They just didn't have the outlet to direct that rage at yet. The grip on Evan's arm relaxed some, and Cassidy shook her head incredulously. “He was going to do things to my head—I know his plan now. He wants to mess with my brain and turn me into his puppet. He's a fucking monster and you guys can do whatever you want with him. I just don't want any more kids to get hurt.”

“How noble...” Cassidy drifted around Gregory some, circling him like a shark as the boy stayed perfectly still, awaiting their impending judgements. “And how do we even know we can trust you? We could just kill you right now and then we don't have to worry if you're lying or not.” She spoke with a smug grin, looking to Evan to see if he was onboard, but Gregory made a noise of disinterest.

“Try it. I dare you. You won't be able to do anything,” Gregory challenged, and William had to intervene.

“Could we all just relax for a second?” he attempted, only to flinch again when Cassidy raised her fist threateningly at him. Will grasped onto his former business partner's shoulders and scooted further behind the shorter bear. “—Please?”

Evan hadn't really paid William any mind, but now he turned that scathing look onto him. His face twisted into a mix of anger and hurt, which soon quelled into what could only be described as extreme annoyance.

“Oh my god, Dad, you're such a fucking coward,” he snapped, cold and ruthless in the way only a destroyed child's spirit could. This caused Henry's frayed nerves to spark and he let out a huff, reaching back to give William an empathetic pat on the arm.

“Curb the attitude, will you?” he remarked, pressing on when he saw Evan puff up to yell more obscenity-laden things. “Despite how you feel about us, we're trying to help. That's what we've been attempting to do this whole time, but like Gregory said, we've all been going at this the wrong way: separately. I think this really is our best bet; regardless of what we do to him, we need to take down Michael together. So can we just have a civil conversation for five minutes?”

Evan's initial reaction was to lash back, letting his useless father and uncle know just how he felt about them. However, they'd already spent enough time tormenting William and Henry. Honestly, with the sad states they were in now it wouldn't be much fun, anyway. After grumbling something under his breath, Evan turned to Cassidy and shrugged.

“Honestly, Cas—even if Gregory is lying, what's he gonna do to us?” he pointed out bluntly. “I say we go along with this dumb plan for now, and if anything's fishy... we kill him, too.”

“Evan...” Henry sighed, though he knew it wasn't his place to try and persuade an Afton once they'd made up their mind. Even their own father couldn't do such a thing, so he didn't stand a chance.

“That torture you reserved for Michael was so kindly blessed upon me. Do forgive me if I'm a bit jumpy,” William said in a crotchety manner, hugging himself despite the lack of feeling voiding the gesture of any comfort. The first time William and his youngest had really spoken in years, and that was what he chose to say.

“...Whatever. I'm bored anyway. But first, I wanna talk to Gregory without the geezers.” Cassidy jutted her thumb over her shoulder at the rotting suits looming over them.

Gregory shrugged. Whatever it takes, he thought. Hopefully as long as they were down here, Mike and his goons wouldn't dare to try and find them.

Bad idea, Henry thought, but he forced himself not to say this aloud. Gregory had a point—with the Remnant in his veins, he couldn't really die... Though the ghosts could certainly make his existence hell if they wanted to. Still, it didn't seem like they had much of a choice—not if they wanted Evan and Cassidy's help.

“...Five minutes,” Henry said eventually, pointing an oversized finger at the ghosts. “No more.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Evan waved away Henry's concerns. “We just wanna talk; stop freaking out.”

Henry huffed, but again decided not to argue. Instead he turned to William, not having the energy to be annoyed when used as a shield in the face of yet another one of his angry children. He was just tired and wanted this to be over as soon as possible. “You and I can go find Lizzie and Ennard; I'm sure they're around here somewhere.”

“Good luck—wherever Lizzie is, Ennard's gonna be on the opposite end of the diner,” Evan remarked with a snicker, the only remotely helpful thing he'd said all night.

William was dreading to see Elizabeth. He wasn't sure what was going to happen when they met again for the first time in forever. A part of him thought maybe it would be better if he just butted out of the afterlives of his kids; still, a part of him was curious. He did miss them, after all—but he really missed the versions of them he could reminisce about in his mind.

“Thanks for the heads-up,” he said to Evan, neutral and calm. There wasn't a need or a want to speak with him right now. So he encouraged Henry with a nudge to go towards the diner, their first foray to search for his daughter...

Gregory to Cassidy and Evan, both who were skeptically scanning him and causing him to sweat under his collar. “Uh... So I was wondering—”

“Shut up.” Cassidy said, coming over and looking over Gregory with a sordid skepticism. She lifted one of his arms, trying to see if the kid was even strong. Surprisingly, he had a small bulge of muscle at his bicep, though she knew it wouldn't be enough to fight off a guy like Mike—the man without psychotic strength and at least a foot and a half over Gregory's height.

“So... I don't get it. Are you going to try and fist fight him?” she asked, smirking at how he just let her move him around. He must be some kind of pushover.

“Fuck that,” Gregory responded quickly, surprising Cassidy with the way he snapped a look at her. “He's got a taser and that thing fucking hurts. I was wondering if you guys had any ideas because you've all dealt with him before...”  

Evan and Cassidy shared a look, before the boy gave a noncommittal shrug.

“Honestly? Until he so rudely shoved us out to make room for Henry, we've been stuck in the Fredbear suit forever,” he explained, crossing his arms again. “We couldn't really do much to him 'cause that thing fucking sucked, but we scared him shitless a few times...”

He glanced at Cassidy, both of them snickering at the memories. Once they'd come to a mutual understanding over their hatred of Michael, they'd gotten along quite well. Evan thought for another moment, a more serious expression crossing his features. Eventually, he spoke in a slow voice. “...He's too full of himself. He's gotten away with so much over the years, he thinks he can do anything—that's how us and the others have been able to trick him so much. He's smart in some ways, but he's really fucking stupid in others.” 

Gregory knew this was a dangerous game that they were playing, though the best part about everything was that he could simply reset the moment his watch detected an anomaly in the timeline. Not that he even realized it was an option to reset until it was forced upon him...

Gregory nodded at Evan, scratching his shaggy head with his previously broken hand and mentioned: “We could trick him into thinking he has the upper hand. I’d say use me as bait, but if the plan goes south and he brainwashes me, a lot of people are going to die.”

Cassidy was about to call him out on his exaggeration, but the measured way he spoke made her think twice. Coupled by the long look in his gaze, she assumed he knew things about Michael's plan that would only hurt him to recount.

“Well... What’s he using to brainwash people? If it's technology, I have an idea.” Cassidy’s lips curled into a soft but dangerously unhinged smile. “If we can get him to use it, I could create a brand new hellscape for your brother.”

Gregory's eyes widened with interest. “It's a virtual reality headset! That'd be perfect! But... The trick would be getting it on him instead of me.”

He pointed out the plan’s only flaw: no matter how excited Cassidy was to torture Mike, she needed to stay realistic as far as their goals went. The smallest Afton’s face was twisted in deep thought. Cassidy’s plan was brilliant, but the problem with it was just as prominent. Unless—

“Maybe… I could pretend to be you?” he suggested tentatively. “I mean, we’re not like a hundred percent match—”

Damn Gregory for growing up when he never got the chance.

“—but if we rile him up enough, we might be able to trick him. He can’t brainwash me if I’m already dead… and when he tries, that’s when you guys can come out and attack.” Evan grinned wickedly, then glanced down at his grey-striped t-shirt. “We just gotta make sure he somehow sees us wearing the same clothes or it’s not gonna work…”

“What if we swapped clothes?” Gregory asked, pinching his shirt and holding it out and away from his torso. 

“Ew, yours has gross stuff all over it,” Cassidy replied with her tongue stuck out between her teeth, making Gregory roll his eyes on instinct.

“Yeah, well, you’ve been wearing the same outfit for forty years, so…,” he said defensively. Cassidy crossed her arms at that, but had no way to dispute the out the hypocrisy in her logic.

“Yeah, well—” Cassidy began mockingly, “— I don’t even know if we can change. I haven’t tried before.”

Evan seemed to mirror this train of thought, cringing at the dried vomit. “Yeah… I dunno if I can take this off, but since we can touch stuff I bet I can put a new shirt over it.”

The little ghost pursed his lips, looking out the dirty glass doorway into the dim hall. Then, his gaze shifted once again to Gregory and his mouth curled in a determined grin.

“So how soon are we gonna get this done?”

***

Further in the diner, Henry was cautiously leading the way towards the employee only rooms. He knew the place like the back of his hand—he’d built the thing after all, and it was simply a copy of the original location with a few added features. He and Will had their eyes peeled for movement, hoping to catch the circus-themed scrapped animatronic before she surprised them unawares first.

William was getting a deep-seated queasy feeling by just being in this place. After being locked into one of the backrooms for decades in a similar location, he really didn’t want to return. However, they had no choice in the matter; he’d put himself through hell to find his daughter again.

As they glanced around the party rooms, on high alert for any noises, William spoke to his former friend.

“Henry… Am I a coward?” he asked, apparently deeply affected by what his son had said to him earlier. Maybe he wasn’t ready for Henry’s answer. Either that, or changing was harder than William had first anticipated it to be.

Henry paused and slowly turned his head, his scoff conveying the incredulous expression he wore internally. “Do you really want me to answer that, Will?”

William Afton was a coward. To not be able to just open up and talk to your best friend about your hardships, let alone strangle his daughter in a drunken rage because of this… Henry couldn’t think of many acts more cowardly than that.

Looking at William now though, he was quite literally a shell of his former self—physically and figuratively. The years in his personal prison gave him time to think, and while he’d never be forgiven for what he’d done, he had come to terms with it and apologized. Henry didn’t doubt at this point the words were genuine, though they were too little too late.

Heaving a sigh, the old bear moved to place a paw on Will’s shoulder.

“Don’t let it get to you, okay? They’re dead and pissed, just like the rest of us. And you…” He trailed off for a moment, then gave Will’s shoulder a rough pat and moved back to searching, adding in a low voice: “You’re doing your best to protect everyone, and I… appreciate that.”  

“I don’t deserve it…,” William rasped out, sighing when his lackluster search was already showing up fruitless. He gently set down a bench to the ratty old booth and pulled away. It wasn’t like he wanted to; it was a knee-jerk reaction. Before Henry could question what he meant, William told him: “I don’t deserve your kindness after what I did. You helped me and I didn’t deserve it, Henry…”

If Henry wanted Will to open up before, now was too late. William shut his mouth and kept on moving for the back of the diner now. His son ripped apart a terrible wound with one simple phrase, and it was utterly deserved.

There was a distinct scratching sound coming from the back that William began to follow. It caused him concern, though it couldn’t be anything Michael was cooking up for them. It had to be a spirit.

“Elizabeth…? Are you back here?” he beckoned gently, cautiously glancing around the counters.  

Henry fell silent at Williams’s words. Even if he did want to debate him, now wasn’t the time. They could go over past wounds as they’d done so many times before once this was all over.

He heard the sound in tandem with Will, shifting close to the rabbit again so whichever metallic-based entity this was couldn’t catch both of them by surprise. Hesitantly, Henry called out after his former partner’s questioning: “Lizzie? Hey, if you’re here, we really need to talk to you...”

Maybe she’d respond a little better to him than her father? Out of all the ghosts, Elizabeth had the least personal beef with the Emily’s—Henry included.

At Henry's pleading tone, there was a loud crash in the back that made William jump. There was a tall and uneven figure looming in the hall going towards the party rooms. William had to crane his head to look into the darkness...

“Elizabeth!” William called. The hope in his heart was that she'd come to him openly, but he scolded himself for thinking so optimistically on it.

The sound of rusty gears whirred with every step the giant took. When it met whatever spare lightening was available, the broken and worn down face of Circus Baby stared back at them both. She was quiet, holding her mangled hands in front of her as scrap-wire hair bounced with the tilting of her head. She stared at them from the threshold, too stupefied to move for a moment.

It was like she didn't recognize them at first, the last memory of her father a distant and terrible one. The day of his side business opening, and subsequent closing was the last day she was lucky enough to spend with her family and friends. What little of both she had left...

“...Daddy?” Liz called eventually, broken and hurt.

Why now? How were they even here?

Something was either wrong, or maybe her spirit had finally released from this mortal plane's grip. Charlie told her that might happen eventually. It takes a long time to let go of a grudge, after all...

At the pathetic sound of his daughter's scared voice, William moved for her. He almost wanted to ask what on earth happened, but knew better. He instead trapped her in his arms, feeling the broken and jagged pieces of her frame poking into the outer stuffing of his molded suit. She was shaking.

“I'm here—” Will soothed, holding the back of her head gently. “I'm here now, don't be sad...”

“Where were you? You just left!” Lizzie would be sobbing if she was physically capable. “I-I waited. You just left me...”

William couldn't answer her like this. He didn't have the strength to continually disappoint her so.

God, this was painful to watch. Henry had to look away, reminded far too much of his own first reunion with Charlie once he realized her soul had been lingering behind all along. He'd faced a similar line of questioning:

“Where were you? Why weren't you there to stop him? You and Puppet were supposed to protect me...”

Although to Charlie's credit, she didn't hold the grudge for long. She knew her father was in no way responsible for her death. He'd done his best to be there for William, and it was the other man who simply couldn't take the help and fell down a dark path stained with drunken rage.

Watching Will try to comfort yet another obviously confused, angry child, Henry cast his mind upstairs to where his own daughter still roamed. Her android body was an improvement, but with a busted arm from their last encounter with Michael she could only do so much... and since they hadn't gotten a chance to recommission the Puppet—who knew where that thing even was at this point—Charlie was left to fend for herself yet again.

All alone... just like Lizzie had been for so long.

At some point, Liz attempted to beat against William's chest with her hands, emotional and completely convicted in her feelings as she simulated a sniffle. “I can't believe you never looked in the stupid robots...”

“I'm an idiot,” William agreed. “I have to live this existence with the knowledge of what I did—what I let Michael get away with. I failed you and Evan...” He held Elizabeth out to see her, but she glanced away. “Look at me—I wasn't there for you then. Let me be there for you both now.”

Even if he could make right by just one of his children, he knew that would be enough for him to bare. Liz seemed hesitant to trust anyone. She herself became quite the untrustworthy person over the years while she was in search of the person who killed her. How could she put faith the man who never found her when she became just as bad as them?

Her answer was finally allowing her head to fall against her dad’s shoulder without violence or protest. It's not like her punches seemed to really register with William anyway.

“I'm sorry, Lizzie... My sweet little girl...” Even with her demented appearance, William knew the person inside. The scary anger she put up as a defensive wall couldn't trick her father.

Please, Charlie, you'd better be alright up there, Henry thought, casting his gaze to the crumbling, scorched ceiling. The touching scene made his hands itch with the desire to bring his own daughter into his arms and never let her go again. He gave William and Elizabeth a moment before speaking up, retaining his place a few feet away as he gently cleared his throat.

“Lizzie... I'm sorry, too,” he told her softly, unbothered when that deranged clown face turned to him. He'd seen far worse during his life—and afterlife, to boot. Henry shook his head, the self-directed anger apparent in his voice. “I could've checked the animatronics as well; I could've done a much better job tracking Michael down and finding out what happened...”

It wouldn't have stopped her fate, though. Only how long it took for someone else to realize she was still hanging around.

“But like your dad said, we're here for you now,” Henry added with a measured gaze. “We promise.”

“Us, Charlie, our new friend Gregory. You have all of us again,” William said, the crumpled snout of his rabbit nose bumping the top of her head as he held his daughter in a comforting hold.

“Charlie? She's okay...?” Lizzie questioned tentatively.

“Yes love, she's just fine. We're going to find her. You two can play just as you used to...” William looked over to Henry, inviting him closer with his hand.

They needed to tell her about Michael, the one condition standing in the way of their happiness. They would never be able to forget everything that happened, but god damn it they could at least try to heal once he was gone—even if it hurt William to think about the inevitability of his eldest son's demise.

“You mentioned another...,” Liz said, looking now to both her father and Henry with those wide green eyes. “Who is Gregory?”

“He's a new friend; he's helping us with a few things,” Henry responded, stepping over to the pair to place a paw on Elizabeth's back. He rubbed a soothing up and down pattern, ignoring the occasional snags as a jutting piece of metal met his fuzzy outer casing.

“Gregory's a little spitfire—I think you're going to like him,” Henry encouraged with a smile, and god did he hope that was true. His eyes met William's, then he glanced over his shoulder. “...And he's also alone with Evan and Cassidy right now, so we should probably go and check on him. Will you come with us, Liz?”

She was more fragile than either of the guardians had realized, so it would be best to ease her into the Michael thing. Introduce Gregory first, then when they were altogether they could reveal their true motives for disturbing the peace of the diner.

“Oh no...” Liz murmured, now worried in a totally new way. Her head swiveled to look back and forth from her father and honorary uncle. “Those guys are little gremlins sometimes. We should definitely see what they’re up to.”

Her relationship with the others was... interesting. Elizabeth wasn't as outgoing as she used to be, as she found her own appearance more off-putting as the years went on. Despite the other's dismay, Liz would often talk to them through the doors, only ever coming out when Evan was having a total meltdown or when Cassidy threatened to go above and make more "friends" for them.

She followed William and Henry through the front doors, the first time in a long time stepping out into the dry basement air. Gregory was sitting down, his hair in the hands of Cassidy as she was making tiny braids with industrial elastics they found. The boy didn't look particularly happy about it, and Liz thought this might’ve been some kind of peace offering to the girl in exchange for her not ripping his heart out through his chest. The strange boy was talking with Evan as he was having his hair done in a casual manner.

“—No it's super over-powered for a laser-gun. I think it'd be a good idea to pick up a Fazblaster. If you hit them in the eyes just right you can stun the animatronics,” Gregory explained, clearly in the midst of plotting.

“Whoa, for real?!” Evan was sitting cross-legged in front of Gregory, listening him to explain all the stuff going on upstairs with rapt interest. It'd been a long time since someone caught his attention like this, and Evan was pleased to find out that not only were Gregory's looks intriguing, so was his personality. In another lifetime, Evan thought they could've been really good friends...

But he wasn't so sure he knew how to make friends anymore after his years of being tormented and jaded by the horrendousness of human nature. At least he was trying, though.

The definitive stomping of heavy animatronics directed his attention back to the door, and he perked up even more when none other than his sister stepped through with their father and uncle in tow. “Lizzie! You came outside!”

Gregory looked behind Evan, watching as the clunky old animatronic clown raised her makeshift claw hand to wave at the group. It was a little embarrassing being called out in such a way, but Liz would survive. Her little brother was just happy to see her, much to her own surprise.

“I heard we were planning something. I want in, too,” she replied with a smile in her tone of voice. “I’m glad you all decided not to hurt the new kid. Very proud of you.”

Cassidy was quick to finish the twin to her original braid on Gregory’s head. Rushing to Elizabeth, she punched the junkyard clown’s leg playfully.

“Yes! We’re going to fuck up Michael!” she proclaimed happily. Although she hated the fact she was still here in the first place, Cassidy would be anything but helpless in her eternal prison.

“Oh no…,” William remarked, looking down at Gregory as he approached. Pointing to the, in his opinion, abominable hairstyle, a fraction of William’s old humor snuck through the raincloud that'd become his personality. “We’re too late. Look, she massacred him.”

“Yeesh...” Henry reeled back dramatically, shaking his head. “So sorry, Gregory—we didn't make it in time to save your look...”

A tiny giggle sounded in the dim, echoing hallway. To everyone's utter shock, Evan had raised a hand to his mouth as if to physically stop another laugh from squeaking out. He couldn't help it—he hadn't been in this good of mood for as long as he could remember. And he had always thought his dad and Henry were hilarious when they wanted to be...

“Yeah, Liz—” the littlest Afton piped up, loudly as if to deflect from his slip-up. His face melted into another expression of cold determination, the tinniest, dull smile quirking up his lips. “—Mike's back and he's trying to start shit again. Gregory's been helping us make a plan to get rid of him for good.”

“Have you... come up with anything?” Henry asked tentatively, not wanting the children's good moods to turn sour again if he asked the wrong questions. Evan's gaze briefly landed on the old bear, though the child didn't make any other snide comments his way.

“Sure have,” he responded simply. “Cassidy's gonna make another hellscape to trap him, and I'm gonna be bait to lure him in.”

“We already look so much alike.” Gregory filled in, pointing to his hair. “Evan can alter his appearance. I can’t do that so easily, so Cassidy’s making me a disguise. Is it… working?”

Gregory asked, shaking the shortest Dutch braids on his head. Liz was covering her mouth, determined not to laugh, but with the way Gregory looked expectantly at them she was finding it difficult.

“I think she was just messing with you, sport,” William said bluntly, picking up the short braid at the back of Gregory’s head and letting it drop down again as he chuckled. “You look like a proper debutante now.”

Gregory groaned at this, swatting away Will’s hand. “—ANYWAY! We’re going to Fazerblast and Evan’s going to steal the gun they keep there. That way I can shoot any of the animatronics around the Pizzaplex!”

Will raised an eyebrow at this prospect and turned to Henry, arms crossed. “You call me irresponsible—your son is leaving guns at the attractions now?”

“Oh, don't even start,” Henry griped, his eyes rolling to the sky. Though, admittedly, it did unnerve him that Sammy would leave such powerful “weapons” where anyone could reach them...

Flashlights already did a number on older animatronics, but he and Sam had worked hard over the years to assure such weak light didn't temporarily fry their circuits as much. But to make laser tag guns that could stun even the Glamrocks? What had Sammy been getting up to in his father's absence?

“We're tired of waiting around,” Evan remarked, looking between the group. “Mike always came to us, but now we're going to bring the trap to him. Gregory and I wanted to go up as soon as we told you the plan, so... now we're ready. Who's coming with?”

Despite his outward confidence, Evan was nervous to go up top after such a long time. He had no clue what this “Pizzaplex” would look like, let alone the “Glamrocks.” Gregory had described the place as a mall, and the animatronics had a retro 80s look... which didn't mean much to Evan who was still a bit stuck in the 80s. All he knew was along with the old classics, there was an alligator and a wolf that he did not want to make contact with if at all possible.

Cassidy floated by Evan’s side, bumping him out of his thoughtful stupor with her shoulder.

“I’m going if you’re going,” she stated, refusing to leave her friend. Half because she couldn’t leave him alone, half because she herself didn’t trust being by herself without Evan after all this time stuck together. She happened to notice Liz moving in on the other side, trying as gently as she could to kneel on the cold ground besides them.

“I haven’t been out in a while. Could be nice, especially if I was with you all,” Elizabeth tried earnestly, playing with her broken claw as she spoke.

William was surprised at how they turned around to the idea so quickly. He figured it might have taken Elizabeth some convincing, but she was must have missed them severely. In a sad way, it warmed his cold and long-still heart.

“Of course I'm going with you!” Evan replied, giving her a shove not unlike Cassidy had done to him. He had no ill-will towards his sister. Honestly, she and Charlie had been the only one protecting him from Michael's ire when they were alive, and even in death Lizzie never raised a threatening hand to him. “It's like a little family vacation, except... to another Pizzeria instead of somewhere fun.”

It was then that Evan's head turned, that wizened gaze locking onto the man he called “father.” For a few long, tense seconds he simply stared, as if figuring out what exactly he wanted to say to the decrepit rabbit. He eventually settled on remaining silent, though he gave William a small nod before looking away.

Was the old man suddenly forgiven for his neglect?

Absolutely not.

But could this be a small step to reconcile with the son he'd lost far too young?

...Perhaps.

“Well, Will and I are obviously your backup,” Henry spoke up, giving William a pat on the arm. He'd caught Evan's look as well and knew his former old friend's mind was probably going in circles trying to figure out what it meant. Henry tilted his head slightly in thought. “We've got to find Charlie, though—I have no clue where she is, and she needs to get fixed up before things get crazier around here...”

Will would remain nervous about his son's approval, but he was wise to know that it would only do him harm to look too far into it. At Henry's reminder, Will's threw his hands up and grasped his asymmetrical ears.

“Charlie! Shit, Hen, we have to go!” he exclaimed, grasping onto Gregory's hand and gently pulling him to his feet. Just as Evan compared, William led their party like a father trying to get everyone out of the house to finally start a long-anticipated vacation. “Come; Charlie's been looking for the Puppet and she's probably worried sick about us!”

He wasn't exactly worried for the restless spirit. She’d grown so resourceful over the years and didn't doubt her ability to hide from the others. Yet there was still some base level of concern, same as for the others despite their deceased status. Of course, even partially alive now, Gregory was included in this group. The boy used to be a fighter, too cagey to be touched and always wiggling from people's grasps. He had seemingly calmed down, in William's opinion.

“Where do you all think she went?” Gregory asked, looking over his shoulder to Henry, as he was presumably running around and having the shit scared out of him during Charlie’s disappearance. Or rather, he’d been ejecting contents of his stomach from that Remnant injection...

“Knowing Charlie, she's either looking for us and Puppet, or trying to fix herself up. Oh—” Henry noticed their newest three companions looking at him with a mixture of alarm and confusion, and realized not all of them would know about his secret android project. Honestly, at this point it was hard to remember who he'd told what to over the years...

“—looong story short,” Henry went on, speaking quickly as they walked. “Before Mike trapped me in this suit I was working on a... passion project, let's call it. I made Charlie a new body that looked like her old, human self, and she was able to transfer her soul to it, so she and the Puppet are separate now.”

“What?!” Evan asked incredulously. What a strange concept, having a robotic body that would look just as his ghost appeared now. He wasn't entirely sure he'd like it. “Wait, so Charlie's just... running around like she used to?”

“Yup, and your bastard of a brother nearly tore her arm off when she was protecting Gregory.” Henry's tone went cold for a moment, before he let out a little sigh. The past was the past—time to move forward. “So, reasoning that she has no clue where we went and wouldn't want to spend all her time searching... I bet you anything she's in Parts & Service patching up that limb.”

“We'll go there first then,” Liz agreed, following their lead. She’d been inside the diner for so long, this whole warehouse-like structure was all new to her. The lonesome sanctuary where she spent her time had sheltered her from the construction of the entire Pizzaplex, though she’d heard rumors about it from Cassidy's wandering around.

“That's so crazy to me. I honestly can't imagine her and the Puppet as two different people now,” Cassidy remarked. Her first time meeting Charlie—that she could recall—was while she was already in the lanky jester.  

In agreement, the group began the trek back up to the surface of the Pizzaplex. Soon, they were bathed in the dim fluorescent lighting of the backrooms after entering in through the unmarked, heavy metal door. The low, persistent hum of the lightbulbs buzzing would put anyone on edge, and for Gregory, he couldn’t help but shudder. The ambient noise did well to give Gregory flashbacks of hiding to nothing but that sound and the footsteps of murderous robotic animals hounding for his blood.

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Impact of Industrial Wires in Modern Manufacturing: Real Success Stories

INTRODUCTION

In today’s highly industrialized landscape, wires play an essential but often overlooked role in streamlining operations across various sectors. From packaging and publishing to infrastructure and electrical work, wires form the backbone of connectivity, durability, and productivity. Among the many types, stitching wires, galvanized iron wires, and MS binding wires have seen a massive rise in demand due to their versatile applications and performance under stress.

As reputed Stitching Wire Manufacturers in Maharashtra, we’ve worked closely with multiple industries, offering customized wire solutions that have significantly improved their operational efficiency. This blog highlights real-world success stories and how our wire products have helped reshape productivity standards across sectors.

Categories of Impactful Applications

To provide a structured overview of how wires impact modern manufacturing, we’ve segmented the success stories into the following categories:

Packaging and Publishing

Electrical and Utility Installations

Construction and Infrastructure

Automated Production Lines

Each category illustrates how the right choice of industrial wire has resulted in measurable improvements.

1. Packaging and Publishing: Enhancing Workflow Precision

Challenge: A leading packaging firm was facing breakdowns due to weak stitching wires that corroded over time. Machines jammed frequently, causing production delays.

Solution: We provided a premium stitching wire designed for high-tension endurance, smooth feeding, and rust resistance. As trusted Stitching Wire Manufacturers in Maharashtra, our focus was not just supplying wire, but engineering reliability into their production line.

Outcome:

40% improvement in workflow efficiency

Zero machine shutdowns for wire-related faults

Enhanced packaging aesthetics and consistency

This intervention redefined their operational stability and increased product quality assurance for end clients.

2. Electrical Installations: Galvanized Wires That Last

Challenge: An electrical installation contractor required robust, weather-resistant wires for securing utility conduits and supports in large-scale infrastructure.

Solution: As one of the leading Stitching Wire Manufacturers in India, we recommended our high-performance GI wires with advanced zinc coating for extended outdoor durability and tension handling.

Outcome:

Withstood varying weather conditions without rusting

Improved safety compliance of installations

Cut maintenance costs by 60% over one year

This success proved that a reliable GI wire isn’t just a material—it’s a long-term investment in operational security.

3. Construction and Infrastructure: Building Stronger Foundations

Challenge: During a high-rise development, the construction team struggled with inferior binding wires that snapped under pressure, compromising rebar structures and slowing down progress.

Solution: We delivered reinforced GI wires engineered for flexibility and strength, ideal for tying reinforcement bars in complex concrete structures. As recognized Galvanized Iron (GI) Wire Manufacturers in India, we emphasized both performance and ease of use at construction sites.

Outcome:

Accelerated structural tying operations

Reduced incidents of binding failure

Elevated structural integrity

This result underscored the importance of wire quality in ensuring safe and timely project completion.

4. Automated Production Lines: Precision Meets Endurance

Challenge: A consumer goods manufacturer using fully automated systems needed precision-grade wire to feed into machines without breakage or feed interruptions.

Solution: Our specialized binding wire was crafted for high-speed automation compatibility—resistant to kinking, uniform in thickness, and tolerant to operational heat.

Outcome:

Reduced machine calibration errors

25% boost in production line speed

Better synchronization with robotic components

Wire consistency directly translated into higher throughput and fewer product rejections.

Final Impact: Reinforcement in Every Strand

In another recent case, our product team partnered with a construction engineering firm seeking to standardize their procurement for MS binding wire. They had experienced frequent inconsistencies in supply and quality from multiple vendors.

As established MS Binding Wire Manufacturers in India, we provided a single-source solution with strict batch testing, documentation, and continuous support. Our wires offered consistent tensile strength, flexibility, and anti-rust performance.

Outcome:

Consolidated vendor management

Uninterrupted supply chain for multi-phase projects

Superior binding quality across structures

This case illustrates how choosing the right manufacturer can lead to long-term gains in cost control, compliance, and structural dependability.

Conclusion: Small Components, Big Results

Industrial wires may seem minor in the bigger manufacturing puzzle, but their role is anything but small. From improving workflow efficiency and machinery performance to ensuring structural safety and long-term cost savings, the right wire products elevate entire systems.

By focusing on quality, reliability, and industry-specific solutions, we continue to help businesses unlock their full potential. Whether it's binding steel at a construction site, securing cartons in a warehouse, or automating a production line, our wires remain the silent strength behind success.

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From Foundation to Finish: How Binding Wires Support the Strength of Super Rings and TMT Bars

Every structure relies on strength beneath the surface — and that starts with binding wires. Found wrapped tightly around TMT bars and Super Rings, these seemingly minor components play a pivotal role in reinforcing core elements and maintaining load distribution from foundation to finish.

While much attention is given to choosing the best TMT bar or high-performance Super Rings, the true stability of a reinforced frame depends on how securely it's tied together. Binding wires aren’t just accessories — they’re structural enablers, linking the skeleton of a building into a singular, high-resilience unit.

Awareness Stage: Why Binding Wires Deserve More Attention

Binding wires act as the invisible threads holding together the very framework of reinforced concrete structures. They tie intersecting TMT bars at junctions, ensuring no displacement occurs during the concrete pour. A poorly tied bar can shift even a few millimetres and compromise the structural geometry — a risk that multiplies in multi-storey and seismic-prone constructions.

These wires, when correctly chosen and applied, maintain the spatial arrangement of Super Rings and TMT bars, guaranteeing structural accuracy and load-bearing performance as intended by the design.

Technically, binding wires are made from soft annealed steel, allowing flexibility without compromising the grip. Their ductility helps them twist around the intersection of bars without snapping, which is crucial during dynamic movements like concrete setting, vibration, or formwork removal.

Consideration Stage: Binding Wires in Sync with Super Rings and TMT Bars

The introduction of Super Rings into reinforcement systems has transformed structural integrity — their high tensile strength and precise shape improve load transfer at critical junctions. But without precise binding, their advantages are diminished. Proper tying ensures that these rings remain in exact placement during installation, preserving the intended reinforcement density.

Similarly, the best TMT bar — known for its strength, elongation, and bonding ability with concrete — depends on its correct alignment and spacing. This is where binding wires silently take control, anchoring bars to each other and to Super Rings. Consistent tying maintains design clearances and ensures the cage structure doesn't distort under pressure.

Choosing poor-quality or inconsistent binding wires can result in slack ties, rust formation, or even structural failure over time. On the other hand, high-carbon content wires, correctly annealed, provide both the strength to hold and the softness to wrap efficiently.

Site engineers often note that stable reinforcement cages reduce errors during concreting. This directly improves the bonding between concrete and steel, enabling the best TMT bar to deliver its rated performance in terms of ductility and stress management.

Decision Stage: Why Quality Binding Wires Elevate the Entire Framework

In large-scale construction projects, every material must justify its presence. Binding wires, though inexpensive compared to TMT bars or rings, affect the precision, safety, and longevity of the entire steel framework.

High-quality binding wires resist early corrosion — which is critical since rust at the intersections can reduce grip and lead to premature degradation. Their uniform gauge and tensile strength ensure equal pressure across ties, reducing the risk of partial displacement during formwork handling or vibration.

When paired with the best TMT bar and trusted Super Rings, these wires enhance the lifespan and resilience of the structural skeleton. Projects that overlook their importance often face reinforcement misalignment, uneven stress distribution, or compromised seismic performance.

On sites where quality control is rigorous, binding wires are selected just as carefully as other reinforcement materials. Their performance under wet concrete load, resistance to environmental stress, and compatibility with various bar diameters directly contribute to the overall integrity of the build.

Binding wires may not carry the load, but they hold everything that does.

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Durable Binding Wire for Stronger Construction Work

Looking for reliable Binding Wire for your construction needs? Binding wire plays a critical role in reinforcing concrete structures by securing TMT bars and providing structural integrity. It ensures durability, flexibility, and rust resistance making it a must-have for any building project. Ideal for both residential and commercial construction, high-quality binding wire supports safe, long-lasting reinforcement. Whether you’re a builder or contractor, using premium-grade binding wire guarantees strength and stability at every stage. Choose trusted brands like Kamdhenu for consistent performance. Discover how binding wire supports the backbone of every concrete framework and enhances overall project safety and precision.

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In construction, using the right materials can make a significant difference in the integrity and durability of structures. Binding wire, TMT bars, and Super Rings are essential components that ensure structural stability. This guide delves into how to maximize the effectiveness of these materials in your construction projects. By understanding the synergy between binding wire, TMT bars, and Super Rings, construction professionals can ensure stronger, longer-lasting outcomes. Whether it's for reinforcing structures or ensuring high tensile strength, the right combination of these materials can enhance performance and reduce long-term costs.

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Another old project...

So, something I did a couple years ago, and came across the pics.

This is a do-it-yourself version of converting paperback books to spiral-bound. I used the metal spirals from a couple old, used-up spiral notebooks (the thick kind that had tons of paper that I used to always use for note-taking in classes)

One of the two was a book of Dilbert comics (Seven Years of Highly Defective People by Scott Adams) that, after suffering through many years of many moves, had a significant portion of pages that came loose. The other is my favorite book on bread-making (Classic Sourdoughs by Ed and Jean Wood), all about sourdoughs and including many recipes, which I wanted to be able to open flat and have the book stay open, flat.

See below for pics of my process...

...using some limited tools in my possession:

Good ruler with a cutting edge (and a cutting mat to go with)

Serious craft/box knife (to cut the pages from their spine)

plain scissors (cleanup edges when I goof with the craft knife)

wimpy 3-hole punch that can only handle a few pages at a time

additional hole punch that only does 1 hole at a time

needle-nose pliers (to bend and also cut wire)

(and of course, upcycled wire spirals from old notebooks)