#07. help wanted verse — * abel dawes.

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some people say that, but, you know, it’s just a theory. ( abel and tape girl ! )

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"okay . . ." abel speaks, finger coming along with the minute shake of his head to try &. rid his face of long, brunette locks. "so what are you going to do about it?" his face scrunches slightly, his lunch sitting in front of him as he sits in the cafeteria with gabriella. she's been filling him in with her findings, &. everything looks screwy any way you slice it. "i mean, do we report an anomaly &. try to have them reevaluate the code?" he asks, scratching his nose. "do you think they'll even do that? i mean, it might save them bad pr down the line."

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there's a distinct part of abel that sees her crying out for help. that's frankly worried about her health, &. not just mentally. she had quickly become obsessed with this anomaly in the game-files, to the degree in which it has become the bulk of what she talked about. bags under-eye, hushed like a paranoid meth-user. but of course he didn't blame her. nor did he think she was crazy. he believed her -- he's been a pseudo fazbear investigator for years, with a mile of red thread.

abel's restless leg is battering away beneath the table, pursing lips while tucking hair behind his ear.

"gabby, of course they will." he says. "this is fazbear entertainment we're talking about. if it costs money they'll look for any excuse to give it the ol' kibosh." he continues. though he does think about her question for a moment. "i'll tell you this much. if you wanna talk to the big wigs i'll back you up on this one. but if you wanna know what i think, i think this has fazbear's past written all over it. a killer rises again, perhaps?" he makes a face as if to say 'eh? eh?' his arms raising. "only time will tell what kind of horrifying shit is on the horizon." there's a beat. "we are beta testers after all. isn't that the kind of shit we're looking for?"

you  never  know  who  is  listening  ,   so  as  she  reveals  her  findings  to  abel  ,  it's  in  a  low  tone  &*  almost  rushed  .  part  of  her  expects  him  to  call  her  crazy  ,  to  make  her  think  she  were  just  seeing  things  &*  that  she  were  lying  .   but  he  doesn't  ,  surprising  the  quality  tester  as  she  pushes  around  some  pasta  with  her  fork  .   ❝  i  don't  know  ,  abel  .   ❞  there  is  a  touch  of  resignation  in  her  tone  ,  but  she  is  just  unsure  of  what  to  do  .   ❝  &*   if  we  tell  them  ,   they  might  drag  their  feet  even  to  fix  it  .  ❞  the  more  she  talks  she  more  she's  talking  herself  into  actually  talking  to  her  higher  ups  about  this  .   ❝  the  least  i  could  do  is  report  it  ,  right  ?  ❞  this  was  the  real  world  ,   where  she  sits  with  abel  now  ,  she  is  safe  from  the  virtual  world  they  are  looking  to  release  .  so  why  is  she  still  uneasy  about  it  ?   ❝  the  client  is  the  one  who  was  specific  about  wanting  their  own  circuitry  .   you  think  they  implanted  it  ?  ❞