#VR Lab

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Th353u5 and the Appraiser [FNAF, Renegade AU]

Published: Dec 22, 2024

Artwork: https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/1139778192 AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61762993/chapters/157894480

The Renegade AU reboots the Fazbear Frights and Tales from the Pizzaplex books so that they fit into this AU's timeline whilst also following my primary theories on the material.

TFTP gets a more heavy reboot and follows the TalesVRWorld theory, putting those events into a VR environment due to 1 - how a lot of it is incompatible with how the rest of my AU runs due to my more compact timeframe, and 2 - I personally believe that TalesVRWorld is more likely than talesgames. The Renegade AU also uses the FrightsSlander theory, and that gets elaborated on quite a bit here.

The TalesVRWorld theory stipulates that the TFTPP stories are in a VR environment that is run by Fazbear Entertainment. This system is likely linked to both the MOE system and VANNI network.

The Renegade AU  follows a diegetic TalesVRWorld+FrightsSlander combination where the events of TFTPP are literally lab reports turned into marketable stories. The real megaplex is far too underfunded for even a quarter of anything in these books, and a 3D model costs infinitely less than a building, let's just say.

Also, following FrightsSlander, the regular Fazbears Frights books exist in universe too and are Faz Ent's attempts to slander many of its victims, painting the victims as the bad guys; not everyone depicted was as bad or did half the stuff Faz Ent claims they did.

Frights = slandering Faz Ent's real world victims. Tales = cover-up stories for experiments in the VR environment.

This Renegade series starts with Frailty.

More specifically, the events in the real world that lead up to Faz Ent publishing a specific incident from their VR environment that they could have just as easily swept under the rug.

Faz Ent had made a digital clone of Sarah using the remnant from her original body. Faz Ent also gave this virtual clone the fashion sense and post-incident personality of Millie. This virtual clone was then put into Faz Ent's VR environment and put through the same 'experiment' that Eleanor Talbert had put Sarah through.

Whilst Faz Ent was preparing this experiment to be run in the VR environment, people were moving on with their lives in the real world.

In the aftermath of the half-truths that Faz Ent had chronicled and published in 'To Be Beautiful' and 'Count The Ways', Millie and Sarah had begun to repair their reputations.

Sarah, whilst scrap metal, has come to terms with her new form and has mastered it. She feels like parts of herself are missing, but she feels like that's normal given her situation. And Millie had also survived her own ordeal, losing a hand in keeping her life, and also finding love from someone in the 'normie' crowd, branding her as a hypocrite in the public eye, but never regretting surviving.

The only thing that Faz Ent had left at their disposal to hurt Sarah and Millie was this digital clone that lived in the virtual world. So Faz Ent published that experiment report in hopes that it'd further damage the girls reputations again, but the fate of Sarah's remnant fuelled virtual clone, the aftermath of Faz Ent's publication of the experiment, and the reconciliation between the girl and her virtual clone will be for another day.

Note: ghost induced paranoia, ghost induced chronic pain, and other ghost induced medical conditions mentioned in this story (and others) are legitimate medical conditions in the world of the Renegade AU. It's just that there are only two or three psychologists and doctors worldwide who will diagnose someone with a ghost induced variant of a condition. So due to not being in contact with anyone who  would diagnose them, the characters in this story only have a half understanding of thier conditions, and that understanding is 'a ghost is making me experience this physical/mental condition to an amplified degree'.

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"Teen survives getting hit by a car unscathed after pushing a child out of the vehicles path," a newscaster said with no particular emotion, "gets up, and walks away. Onlookers said she momentarily looked like a pile of scrap metal-"

Millie Fitzsimmons, Antiques appraiser, turned down the volume on the television that sat mounted up on the wall in view of the main desk as she heard the bell on the door to her antiques and thrift shop ring.

"Care to explain why you're on the news again?" Millie huffed as her metal prosthetic hand drummed on her desk. "You know Faz Ent has already dragged our names through the mud."

"Not my fault people don't notice me. It was a zebra crossing! And they'd have hit the kid if I didn't dive in the way," Sarah rationalised as she set her arm - or more accurately the scrap metal that represented it - back into place, "besides, nobody was hurt in the end. And after that dead girl's family sued the pants off of Faz Ent for depicting their dead daughter's ghost like that, it's not like they'll drag ME through the mud using my real name again."

"But the whole town now has a hunch that you're not human." Millie pinched the bridge of her nose in sheer bewilderment. "That is bad."

"Yeah… But do you have any scrap?" Quick to change the subject, Sarah shifted the topic to why she came in through the front door instead of chilling in the back, "I kinda lost some in the crash and other parts got broken, so I need some replacements. Any scrap will do."

"You left proof that you're not human. At the scene." Millie replied, dumbfounded and concerned.

"Not the first time."

With a disappointed huff, Millie stood up and walked out from behind her desk, black and purple dress swishing, almost brushing the floor, as she walked. "I've got some old crap that would have gotten tossed out otherwise." She came to a halt near Sarah and sized up what scrap she'd need. "It's in the back. I have a box with what you need."

"Cool." Sarah smiled as she followed Millie into the familiar back of the shop. This place was like Sarah's second home. After all, when your secondary education is interrupted by a robot replacing every part of you with scrap, people don't seem to want to hire you as an adult, so it's hard to find a place to stay, so why not bum off your goth girlfriend's hospitality.

"The only reason I keep all this scrap and don't melt it down myself is because I know you'll need it," Millie said as she scoured the shelves for the scrap box, mumbling about how she should probably label the boxes better.

"Awwww, that's so sweet!" Sarah smiled as Millie located the box and placed it on the floor.

"Take whatever you need," the gothic appraiser stated before she stood back as Sarah rummaged through the scrap box, swapping and changing metal parts, tossing broken bits out of herself, and rearanging components.

As Sarah set her shoulder back in, the conversation shifted from scrap metal to the ornate canister that contained a seemingly ordinary plastic ball pit ball.

"What's that?" Sarah asked, pointing at the canister, readjusting the scrap in her hands as she did so.

"My ball." Millie replied. She thought that she'd had it hidden under her desk, but she'd accidentally left it in the open.

Sarah looked at Millie as if she had two heads, so she knew she had some explaining to do.

"You know how sometimes I get phantom pains and seem to have a split personality? It used to be worse. This ball contained the side of me that died in Funtime Freddy's stomach hatch that day. According to this detective and ghost duo, L and J… or something, a robot named Eleanor bound the souls of her victims to these balls. It was no wonder I was drawn to the ball pit. I managed to reunite my physical body and the dead half of my soul, and found myself able to now see which balls belonged to who." Millie looked over at the boxes on the shelves and the other canisters she had made. "Honestly they were surprised to see me alive. Then again, the detective ALSO shouldn't have been alive, so the first five minutes of explaining what happened was just two should-be-dead's staring at eachother. He hooked me up with a line to the station, and I wound up being in on something that wasn't actually over my head."

"So why do you have the others?" Sarah asked.

"Well, the detective must have relayed our entire conversation back to the station, as the police paid my store a little visit. They wanted my help," Millie smiled, "Being a victim of one of those incidents that was tied to the ball pit, and being one of the few people able to see what's inside each orb, and all that. During our conversations, one of the other victims walked in, unsure of why they came into this store but they just had a feeling like they should be here right now."

"Ooo, spooky!"

"Quite," Millie continued with a smirk, "Well, when they stepped through the door, the orb linked to them started to glow, so I handed it to them, and basically, the energy from the ball transferred back into them, like the energy from mine transferred back into me. The police figured that leaving the balls with me was the best way of getting them to the right place, as people are more likely to walk into an antiques store than a police station. But they do regularly visit to make sure things are going well."

"So, that's what this is," Millie said as she patted the top of the ornate looking canister, "a part of my soul. I've made canisters for many of the other balls based on what I've seen within them. It makes them easier to sort."

"Do you have any kind of plan on getting them back to their owners?" Sarah asked, noting that there were more balls than she could probably count.

"I don't really have a plan outside of my overarching objective. I just hope that they stumble into my shop. That's my plan for how I will find who these orbs belong to. If they are alive like me, they may finally feel whole again. If not, it goes to thier next of kin, and searching for next of kin is a police matter." Millie turned around to take inventory of some old Fazbear Entertainment merchandise that sat nearby, "But it's not all waiting and seeing. To find these people I make them find me instead. I collect legacy Freddy's hardware in hopes it'll draw in those I seek. It had already worked for some, but some of the balls are yet to be ID'd. Some are only able to be ID'd when the person or thier next of kin walks in. Some even glow with the hardware, like the freaky clown or the little Freddy doll… now seeing a sapient Freddy doll touch the orb, go limp, then less than an hour later seeing a panicking young man and his younger sibling run in and learning that the elder sibling had been body swapped with the doll and had been swapped back after the doll touched the orb… That's something you don't forget."

"What about the clown?" Sarah asked as she pointed to a photograph of a clown animatronic. She assumed this was the freaky clown Millie had mentioned, but wanted to see if she was right.

Millie went silent and shifted her gaze away from Sarah. "It went to his next of kin."

Realising that the clown was probably linked to a tragedy Millie didn't want to speak of, she didn't press any further and awkwardly looked away. A bright flash quickly caught her gaze, and it was coming from the box of unidentified balls.

"Millie, look!" She exclaimed, pointing at the box.

Millie's jaw dropped and instantly, she rushed over to the box and procured the one glowing orb that was in a case made up of mechanical parts.

"This one hasn't been fully ID'd, but I now think it's yours."

As she carried the case to Sarah, the orb glowed brighter, plastering the shadows of the case's frame as pitch black streaks across the room, leaving what was not cast in shadow to be engulfed in gold.

After taking the orb out of the casing, the only darkness in the room was cast by the shadows of the two women.

Millie held out the orb, and Sarah held out her hands so that the orb could be handed to her.

With the orb now in Sarah's hands, Millie placed her own hands around Sarah's so she wouldn't drop it, and slowly, the light from the orb dimmed as the energy contained within returned to Sarah.

Once the light faded, the ball returned to its normal plastic form.

"All I could gather from this one was a vague sense of machines and a want to be cute and not get picked on. Odd how it hasn't reacted until now." Millie said as Sarah stared at the plastic ball.

"Honestly, I'm both surprised and not that I have an orb." As she spoke, she subconsciously brought the orb to her chest, and the mechanical parts that made up her torso pulled the orb in, "It's just weird to think that I'd been missing that big of a part of myself."

Before she was entirely sure what was happening, scrap metal begun falling to the floor.

Before Millie coule begin to panic, she heard Sarah talking to herself.

"Don't need that, move that there, and done!"

The back room was in silence as around Sarah lay a pile of scrap up to her ankles, yet she looked the same.

"What … Happened?" Millie asked.

"Oh! After absorbing the orb, the scrap that makes up my body begun to move around. At first I was a bit worried, but then I realised what was happening: I'm able to maintain my form more efficiently now! So my body was just ejecting any parts that were too rusty or otherwise too broken or just not needed." Sarah looked around at the pile of scrap whilst stretching her arms. She sounded a lot less rusty than before. "Some of the ejected parts are still good though, so I'd keep hold of them. And what's odd about it not reacting until now anyway…. I still feel like something is missing though, like there's still a part of me out there somewhere that doesn't know I exist out here."

"You're just here so often I thought it would have reacted by now," Millie replied as she picked up and sorted the shed scrap into 'keep' and 'broken beyond salvage', "Then again, a pair of my regular customers - a father and son who come here for the cheap thrifted goods - came into the store the other day, and the father started having a migraine. At that moment, the orb that I could only identify as a normal domestic family who were somehow linked to the ball pit the orbs came from directly, started to glow. It was only then when I was certain that the pit orb was his. You see, whilst I can see into these, faces are impossible to distinguish, so ultimately, 'does it light' is the only real means of being certain on whose is whose, and the orb doesn't always belong to the involved party that you'd think it would."

"So who do you think the dog ball belongs to?" Sarah said as she looked at the orbs that were sitting on the shelf, sorted and in what she presumed were appropriate containers.

"I had to do some digging, but I found the names of the involved parties. Greg, and a girl whose family requested anonymity from this whole tragedy."

"Greg?" Sarah questioned, "Gregory sr? The comatose man with the dog bites? Didn't he have a kid about a decade ago? How old is that ball?"

"Yes, it is indeed that Greg: the comatose man with the dog bites." Millie replied with an objective tone, "It was the only one I could get a certain ID on due to the dog animatronic. Managing to ID this orb was very important, as whilst Greg grew up, he's almost thirty now and has a ten year old son, the shard in the ball is still 16 years old in a world that'll forever be 2007. And given that nobody has come forward and Gregory jr is currently missing, we are hoping that this orb may draw in the child."

Sarah was rather perplexed.

"Why would it draw in Gregory jr?" She asked, "Gregory jr wasn't born until like, so many years after the incident that made this ball."

Millie nodded. After all, why would it? The facts were simple: 1 - the dog ball was among the oldest, alongside the underground guard ball and the original balls tied to the mass murderer at the Freddy's location that once surounded the pit, and 2 - it was not confirmed which of the two were actually in the ball: Greg or The Girl?

And if it is a part of Greg, how do you even get something like this through customs?

"We don't know, but it's a long shot. There are only three options: it reacts to Greg, his son, or The Girl"

"What if it's The Girl?" Sarah questioned, "and how will you know it's them if they requested anonymity?"

"The orb will go to her family. And just because they wanted to remain anonymous doesn't mean I don't know them; they just don't want thier name tied to this incident," Millie said as she examined the orb as if it'd yield more answers that it had thus far, "Usually, when the one with a part of their soul stolen is dead, we'll want to reunite it with the family, as the rest of thier ghost usually lingers around there."

Before the conversation could continue, Millie heard the door bell ring: she had a customer. "So let's deal with this later, ok?"

At the front desk, Millie and Sarah watched as a duo of regular customers walked in: a pair of rookie film directors. One average height and slightly athletic, the other tall and lean. She mentally went over her stores incident procedures, as it was always best to be on the ball in the event of a customer experiencing a paranoia induced panic attack or collapsing from chronic pain, which these two often did to the point where it was practically routine.

"Looking for anything specific, directors?" Millie asked, knowing that those two usually look around for things that would make good props. Whilst a normal antiquarian would likely be adverse to such shoppers, her store was as much a thrift and Fazbear's junk store as it was standard antiques. Though Fazbear Entertainment stuff from the Fredbear era still counted as antiques.

"Nothing really. Just browsing, seeing if inspiration will hit," and hit was probably an ironic word as the taller directors words were cut short by him collapsing to the ground, hissing in pain.

The shorter director stared at the taller one, saying nothing. And it was clear why: the shorter director was shaking, his breathing patterns were abnormal, and he looked as if he too would soon wind up a heap on the floor.

As the shorter directed started screaming about a blackbird, Millie realised that she'd have to remedy the situation fast. She knew what he was screaming about: she had saw the newspapers, read about the taller director going missing on the train tracks, the feathers that were found, and how the taller director then was found injured but alive in a ditch a few days later.

He had also disclosed his hallucinations in passing.

She had also read the scathing and inaccurate hit-piece Faz Ent put out afterwards, even though that company didn't seem to be involved with the situation at all. The fact they tried to cover it up at all was suspicious.

Millie didn't know how, but she had a gut feeling that Eleanor was behind this too; she had to be if Faz Ent got involved in a situation where they could have had plausible deniability. But gut feelings only got you so far: she knew that a pair of aspiring directors were some of the victims with shards of themselves trapped in the balls, but without a positive ID from the orb itself, all it was was a gut feeling that maybe this duo and the duo from orb were the same, even if every other detail lined up. As she tried to manage the situation, micromanaging trying to ascertain as to where the taller one kept his medication whilst trying to mentally ground the other, Sarah stared off into the back storage room.

"I think one of the balls is glowing."

"What?" Millie exclaimed before turning around to see that indeed, one of the balls was glowing. And it was the one in the casing themed after film production. The one she had suspected to be theirs the whole time.

And that was the true positive ID she needed.

"Just stay put, ok?" She said before rushing into the back of the shop, picking up the ball, and rushing back, glowing case in hand.

"Ok," she sat in front of the two directors and opened the casing, "if you can, extend a hand."

Both of them obliged, albeit shaking. With too much practice behind her, Millie placed the glowing orb in the taller man's hand, and placed the other man's hand on top. She kept her hands around thiers for the sole purpose of ensuring that they wouldn't drop it - she didn't want to know what would happen if they did and it wasn't worth chancing it.

Nobody was certain if seconds or minutes had passed until the ball finally stopped glowing.

"It looks like it was equally both of yours. That may pose a logistical issue," Millie mumbled as she let go of the men's hands, and as predicted, thier grip on the ball pit ball immediately failed, so she simply put the ball back in its case. "Does anything feel different?"

"Well, I'm slightly less in pain than before. This would be the first time the medication has actually worked." The taller director said.

"And I don't know what you did, but it really helped ground me, thanks." The shorter one added.

They didn't have a clue, did they.

"Maybe that you now have the part of your souls back that Eleanor stole, you'll find that you're a lot more… 'normal'? That's probably the wrong word. The pain you feel is no longer unnaturally amplified by her, which is what she was doing to mine suffering, after all. It's somewhat like how before the balls were brought into my shop, I was an emotionless husk with non-stop phantom pains."

"And that's different to how you act now in what way?" The shorter director chuckled in a way where it was obvious he was trying to diffuse some kind of tension in the air.

The reply made Millie laugh, but she remained serious, "I had a whole half of my soul ripped out and that half believed that I bled to death. If anything I've just exchanged lacking half of my emotions for constant nightmares. But it's better than being dubbed a medical anomaly, having lost too much blood yet still living. Taking his hand to replace the one he took was all the revenge I could get," She glared at her prosthetic hand with a bitter mix of rage and regret; it was clear that her prosthetic was made from funtime Freddy's hand, "but enough about me. Let's get back on topic: you two."

"Wait… So you think the pain was being amped up by Eleanor?" The taller director asked, "And that's why my medication wasn't working before?"

"Effectively, yes. You had ghost induced variants of your conditions. That's the short version of it, unless you want me to go into detail and explain how that detective fellow found out about Eleanor and how she was using the suffering of us and the parts of us she stole to power herself," Millie replied, "You mentioned a while ago that your doctor said that scans showed that your pain should just be in your leg and not all over, and that your medication should work but just doesn't, am I correct?"

"Yes…" The director replied, "But they just waved me off with some medication after I told them that it wasn't just in my leg."

"Well, whilst I too don't trust doctors for… obvious reasons," Millie waved her prosthetic hand as she spoke, "Where is your pain?"

"My… Leg!" The tall director smilled and appeared to be incredibly excited about this, "the pain is just in my leg! I can finally look into getting treatment for it again…" His voice mellowed out a little, "I had given up after the first few checkups… Nobody knew what was wrong, and nobody except us really seemed to care. So I just gave up after they kept on just giving me medication and sending me away with a 'come back in a month'. But now I might actually get answers… But the damage is probably done by now and I'll probably be limping forever more, but better late than never."

"Honestly the extra beta waves should have given it away, but regardless," Millie sighed, paused, then smiled, "whatever she was doing to you won't be happening anymore. Though you might want to mention the phrase 'ghost induced chronic pain' if you want to get anyone to apologize for not taking your ghost induced chronic pain seriously."

"It's odd though, isn't it," the shorter director said, "I thought it would have just been him if either of us, seeing as before this I thought it was just the dead ones or almost dead ones who wound up linked to those balls."

Millie shook her head, "whilst a correlation, it's not entirely true. Some of the first people to come here were just as alive as you two, and another had been a victim of a digital consciousness transfer. All those linked to either Eleanor or the ball pit itself, dead or alive, were effected and have a fragment of themselves tied to one of those damn plastic things. It may take a while to ensure everyone gets back what was taken from them, but at least we're doing something to reverse some of the damage. Shame I can't say the same about our reputations… I still get called a shallow bitch in public, but that detective guy who dropped off these balls apparently knows a guy who knows a journalist. Maybe we should try and give Faz Ent a taste of their own medicine."

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Most is art that’s a bit older, some is more recent

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GUYS I PLAYED STEAM VR THE LAB. WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKK

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impromptu educational update time but a mf might have a first authorship by april (sexy, hot, powerful) and im gonna be applying to a conference in ottawa to yell abt research and read everyone else's wonderful work.

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Meta'dan Reality Labs'te Şok İşten Çıkarmalar: VR Oyun Ekipleri Etkilendi

Meta’nın sanal gerçeklik ve metaverse birimi Reality Labs’ten endişe verici haberler geldi: 🧑‍💻 Şirket, VR oyun geliştiren bazı ekiplerde işten çıkarmalara gitti. 🎮 Popüler VR fitness oyunu Supernatural gibi projeler etkilendi. 📉 Karar, Reality Labs’in son çeyrekteki 5 milyar dolarlık dev zararının ardından geldi. 🤔 Bu adım, Meta’nın VR stratejisinde bir yön değişikliğinin işareti mi? Meta’nın…

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Saboteur [FNAF, Renegade AU

Published: Jan 5, 2025

Artwork: https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/1142853205 AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61762993/chapters/158509858

The second of three stories that reboot Tales of the Pizzaplex through the TalesVRWorld theory to put in into a suitable form for the Renegade AU.

Here, we focus on the real world events that surrounded Faz Ent's failed attempts to bring experiments from their VR environment into the real world.

Saboteur may have specifically been written to be the real world scenario that drove Faz Ent to publish 'Lally's Game', but also acts as the real world counterpart to many other stories from the VR environment too, as this is far from the first time or last time Sean ensured that the plans that Fazbear Entertainment had crafted in the virtual world would fall through. And fire may not solve everything, but it sure does help.

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December 2021.

"I did what you wanted," an exhausted electrician mumbled as he dragged a refuse sack into a back room of the police station, "I sabotaged the construction of the new attractions and eliminated the robots they were going to feature."

"Great work Sean," an equally exhausted police officer, Mike Schmidt, stood behind his temporary desk in Carl's office, pouring over document after document, newspaper article after newspaper article, mole's report after mole's report, "the other moles are still alive and undetected. Some of them have even infiltrated a VR project of theirs, but the details are a mystery as I've not heard back from them since. I only have the vitals of Galaad, Luke, Ross, Cannas, and Sammy to go off of in order to confirm that they're alive. We know Fazbear Entertainment is running on borrowed funds, and thanks to them, I've already heard about what you managed to accomplish today." His face switched from serious to a gleeful smile, acompanied by a soft laugh, "After what you pulled, they're going to be forced to keep to thier original, simple plans. At this rate, they won't even be able to afford more than that at all! Not even tables or chairs! Even if they do keep pushing it."

"Then you'll be happy to know how construction is going around the rest of the Plex," Sean grinned, "After the 'stunt I pulled today', the bugs I planted managed to pick up that they will only be able to make the originally planned attractions; five based after a main mascot, two arcades, a prize counter, and a daycare. The only 'excess' thing they're adding is their replacement for what was going to be a saloon, which was a part of the Foxy attraction plan anyway. Also, from what I've seen from Foxy, they don't seem like they'll be a 'He' for long, but Faz Ent did already have plans for in case this happened. Namely, letting her be Roxy and giving her a Raceway and salon to take the place of the water ride and saloon. I just hope she finds out who she is soon so we can keep pilling on the delays, because turning that place into a raceway will either force them to open without Roxy's attraction, or stay closed for several more months. But hey. We don't have to worry about those extra plans I showed you the other day."

"Perfect." Mike smiled as he pulled out a set of floorplans, "that keeps this version up to date. As long as we can keep them from expanding beyond an entrance, atrium, daycare, rockstar row, golf, laser tag, water ride or Raceway, bowling, mazersize, 2 arcades, prize counter, and various food stalls, then we can keep them under control. And hey! They're so close to being bankrupt, we're actually doing them a favour!"

Sean dragged a chair out from the corner of the room and collapsed into it. "What a relief."

"Definitely."

Mike followed suit and sat down. From how he too collapsed like a ton of bricks, Sean assumed this was the first time Mike had sat down in forever.

"Do you think they suspect that you're a mole."

Sean struggled to detect what tone Mike was using, but it sounded like a mix of concern and exhaustion.

"Nah." Sean shook his head, "But if they did, I don't think they care."

"Same as always I guess." Mike sighed. He couldn't rule out the idea that Fazbear Entertainment was still this incompetent in detecting police and those working with the police amongst their ranks, but he felt an aching pit in his stomach that he was leading those who relayed information from Fazbear Entertainment to him into a trap. "But be careful, ok? Luis and Anna have mentioned commands regarding a 'Pizzaplex' running over thier systems. We can assume this is from the megaplex. We fear that William may try to assume full control of Ness some time in the next twelve months. That's why I've been between home and all the way out here in the first place: because I'm better versed in mole missions. I come down to Carl's office once a month or if something important happens so I can check on things and deal with any sticky situations. Hopefully this also means I'll be up to date on both Adelaide and William's shenanigans on the east side of the country in regards to Ness, AND the big plans Faz Ent is cooking up over here."

"Noted," Sean nodded, "If she goes AWOL, call me and I'll feed back if she shows up at the megaplex. And on that note, here."

Sean then opened up the refuse sack he was carrying. It contained shredded parts of animatronic. Strange fabric, glass eyes, entire endoskeletons of various exotic forms that had been crushed underneath construction vehicle tracks.

"They're here. To make sure they wouldn't restart construction of those zones and WOULD convert them into extensions of the existing zones, I recovered the remains and brought them all here."

He passed the refuse sack to Mike, and the officer poked around the contents of the bag for a while before looking up and staring Sean directly in the eyes.

"Good. Now we dispose of what you've recovered in the incinerator. Make sure only ashes remain." Mike stated as he handed the refuse sack back to Sean.

"Incinerate them? Now?" Sean was stunned and perplexed as he was handed back the refuse sack, "Shouldn't we extract data from them? Give them to PI Fitzgerald to see if he has a premonition?"

"No." Mike stated bluntly, "We already have everything we need from them - thier destruction is enough, and I don't want to put Jeremy through that kind of strain." His gaze had become distant and hollow. Hunting down Fazbear Entertainment and preventing the company from getting out of hand was clearly getting to him. Sean kind of understood too: they were both several hundred miles away from home, dealing with one of the most scummy and deadly companies of the modern era. It was tough to not be stressed out.

"I see." Sean gripped the refuse sack with grim determination, "I'll burn it right away."

Sean rushed outside, ensured that the incinerator was empty, and tossed the refuse sack into the police station's incinerator. He didn't hesitate to lock the hatch and light the fire.

He was about to walk away, but a sense of dread crept over him.

He wasn't going to leave until he was certain that the machines he had demolished and smuggled out of the megaplex were naught but ash. Even if he had to wait out here all night.

His only company in the chilly winter air was the incinerator and a phone call from the service team lead, Desmond Anadem.

"Sean," Des had said, "you're a genius. Roxy's a lot happier with her new name and casing. Sure, the water ride was tested and ready to go, but I'm sure I can write off the change in attraction as safety concerns. Even if it doesn't delay the megaplex opening, it should cause enough issues to cut into their profits, given that one of their stars attractions won't see an opening day for a long while."

And as Sean watched the incinerator burn the shredded robots to ashes, he smiled, knowing that he was working to make a slightly brighter tomorrow.

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[almach748-evil]

someone should make superliminal into a vr game just to see what happens when the unstoppable force that is retinal disparity meets the immovable object that is interposition