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Curiosity Killed the Cat (7)

Hello everyone, I'm back! Sorry for the long wait to those of you that stuck around. I am currently working on getting my bachelor's, I made a crappy short film for class, and I got a job! So much to do so little time...T-T. Your favorite waffle is suffering from burnout lol. I am proud of this chapter, even though it took so long. Hopefully, you guys will like it as well. PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS! This chapter is far more graphic than the previous ones, and I want to ensure everyone is okay. Sorry for the grammar issues and over usage of words. I'm not the best editor.

WARNINGS: Graphic Violence, Blood, Gun Usage, Stabbing, Implied Death, Inaccurate Depictions of Mental health Issues and Treatment, Possessive Behavior, Stalking, Kidnapping, Implied Abuse.

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The boys’ patience was long gone. Warehouses, apartments, companies, and even secret locations that the police forces didn’t even know about all came up empty. You were nowhere to be found. Even Soohyun didn't know where you were; the elderly woman was so overwhelmed with panic that she surrendered all the information she could, begging the men to find you. Whoever had taken you, had covered their tracks. It was a plan that was clearly years in the making, and Namjoon had no doubt that the mole was behind your sudden disappearance. The seven men were becoming more and more desperate each day. Were you okay? Were you safe? Did you manage to escape? Were you even still alive? The thought of your lifeless body being dumped in a random ditch made Namjoon sick.

None of the men were faring well. The hyungs of the group spent countless nights monitoring any security camera they could get their hands on while the maknaes wandered the streets, sometimes disappearing for days at a time. But they refused to stop searching. You were their angel, their soulmate, their entire world. No one was going to lay a finger on their princess and get away with it.

Currently, the men were combing through the evidence of the kidnapping, hoping they had missed something. Namjoon stares at the empty gas canister for what feels like the hundredth time. Engraved on the side of the can was you're calling card, a bloody rose. It was strange, though. When did you start making sedative gas? Namjoon knew every single product you produced and distributed, but this type of gas was never one of them. Someone was clearly trying to throw them off, and the men hated to admit that it was working.

“Maybe it was someone from the outside? Her kidnapper must have known we were following Y/n’s every move and wanted to send us on a wild goose chase?" Jimin felt like his suggestion was a reach, but he was desperate for any solution. Taehyung nods in agreement; it’s plausible that the mole was nothing more than an extravagant ploy. Yoongi doesn't say anything, but it's clear as day that he disagrees. The evidence they had gathered when discovering the mole was too real. No one would be that thorough if it was supposed to be a simple distraction.

Rubbing his thumb over the lighter he had managed to steal back from you (though it was yours originally), Seokjin merely hums acknowledgment. He couldn't bring himself to care who took you or how they managed to do so. He only hoped that his angel was alright. He had spent many nights combing over the same evidence they were looking at now and had long given up on finding anything new. Jungkook was no better, the youngest currently lying on the eldest lap, your leather jacket held tight in his arms. He had given up on investigating and searching for evidence. Instead, he spent his time looking for you by brute force. He burst into buildings, interrogated anyone he found, and beat the answers out of them.

With a frustrated huff, Namjoon tosses the canister back onto the table. "So, what is it? Was it a mole or not? Because if we can’t even figure that out, we’ll never find Y/n.” The room is silent, the concept of living without you slowly starting to sink in.

“What if it was both?”

All the heads in the room snap to Hoseok. The detective had long ago drunk himself into a stupor, and no one expected him to be much help. Namjoon didn't care, he needed a lead, and Hoseok was a great detective, sober or not. Raising an eyebrow, the commander silently urges Hoseok to keep talking. Slowly lifting his head up, Hoseok forces the words out as best he can and manages to slur only slightly. “Clearly, whoever kidnapped Y/n had to have constant access to her. The only people who’ve had access to her are those who worked for her and us. Maybe someone wanted her behind bars, and one of her underlings was all too willing.”

Seokjin nods, suddenly understanding Hoseok's thoughts. "Y/n may not have produced or used sedative gas, but the police force uses it all the time. They could have gotten some from the police and placed her calling card on it to throw us off.”

“But only her high-level subordinates get the privilege of using her calling cards. Why would anyone so close to Y/n want to betray her? It makes no sense.” Taehyung was ready to dismiss this theory as drunk ramblings from Hoseok and move on.

“Maybe the two rats in question are siblings and have been plotting this for much longer than we thought.” Everyone turns to Yoongi; his theory seemed too far a stretch to make sense. Turning the laptop in front of him around, he presents his findings to the rest of the men.

Patient Name: Donghyun Lee

Symptoms: Obsessive, Violent, with Narcissistic Tendencies

Commitment Reason: Stalking, Threatening, and Kidnapping Y/n L/n (female)

Notes: The patient has become increasingly violent since being taken into custody after removing him from Miss L/n's residence. Stronger treatment methods, including medication, are recommended.

Emergency Contact: Haeun Lee

Relationship to Patient: Sister

An eerie silence settles over the room. None of the men took their eyes off the screen. The puzzle pieces were all starting to fall into place. Soon they'd find you, and you would be safe and sound in their arms.

“I can’t wait to kill that pig.”

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Six months. It had been six months since you had gone missing, and no one had come for you. You had lost weight, your feet were blistered from the heels, and the chains had rubbed your skin raw. You had stopped talking long ago, knowing your mouth would only get you into more trouble. The only human interaction you had was provided by Haeun and Donghyun. The latter would spend hours upon hours talking to you and his dolls, meticulously cleaning each case like it was his life’s purpose. Haeun, on the other hand, would only stop by to bring you your meals, never speaking. Not that you had much to say to her anyway.

In your moments alone, you had plenty of time to think and reflect. Often wondering what would happen to your syndicate while you were gone or what would have happened if you hadn’t started a syndicate in the first place. Maybe you could have gone to the police and had Donghyun arrested again. Maybe you would have never met Haeun. You probably wouldn’t have met the men on the task force, seeing as how it was only created to take you down. In the dead of night, when you let your thoughts wander, you think about the seven men who claimed they’d never leave you alone (even at your own request). Perhaps your lack of presence has given them time to reflect as well, possibly even overcome their obsession with you. Though deep down you hoped not, you wanted them to still be obsessed with you. No, you needed them to still be obsessed with you. Because if they truly are as madly in love as they claim to be, then maybe there’s a chance they’ll find you. They’re your ticket to freedom. Or maybe you just liked their attention. You shudder at the thought. Get it together, Y/n. You’re only using them to your benefit.

“Doll, I understand that you’re not happy with the current arrangements but honestly, would it kill you to smile?”

You don’t even bother acknowledging Donghyun’s sudden appearance. He no longer scared you like he used to, becoming nothing more than a mild annoyance. The gangly man enters the room with a tray of food, stopping in front of your case. The confusion on your face must have been clear as he continues to speak. “I sent Haeun out for errands. Afterall, we must keep your syndicate running or else people will start to get suspicious. So, it is just you and I for today.”

Fumbling with the keypad, he manages to punch in the code that opens a slot on the case. It was large enough to fit the tray but too small for you to even attempt to escape from (though you did try). Donghyun slides the tray into the slot, presenting you with some indiscernible food that tastes even more unappealing than it looks. You scrunch your face in disgust, and Donghyun chuckles at the expression while placing a fork on the tray. He turned to leave, knowing you preferred to eat alone, and it was the one thing he would allow you.

Wait…he gave me a fork.

Haeun never gave you any utensils to eat with after you tried to stab her in the eyes with chopsticks. She was well aware that whatever you got your hands on immediately became a weapon, and she wasn’t going to give you a second chance to kill her. Donghyun either didn’t know about that incident or didn’t care. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he sometimes truly believed you were a doll.

Gripping the fork in your hand, you cautiously make your move, "Wait, Oppa, don't leave!"

Donghyun whips around so quickly that you flinch. A splotchy blush taints his face, creeping up on his neck and ears. While you hated those moments alone with Donghyun, they did provide you with some benefits.

His weaknesses.

Donghyun immediately rushes back to you, getting himself as close to the glass as he can without smudging the freshly cleaned glass. “Yes doll? What is it? What do you want? Just keep calling me that and I’ll give you anything you want.”

Reaching out your free hand through the slot of the case, you caress Donghyun's face. His skin is rough and oily under your fingertips, and the skin-to-skin contact makes you want to vomit. Slowly you trail your hand down to his chest and grip the collar of his shirt. His breath hitches at the contact.

SLAM!

Fighting against you, Donghyun breaks away from your grip, panting. Blood drips from his nose and mouth. His chest is covered in small punctures and scratches from where you managed to stab him with the fork. Grinning Donghyun spits, the blood hitting a nearby doll case.

Yanking him forward, you slam Donghyun’s face into the glass case while simultaneously stabbing him anywhere you can reach with the fork. Slam. Slam. Slam. Over and over until there’s blood dripping down the case.

“You’re going to pay for that one doll.”

BANG!

With a yelp, Donghyun collapses to the ground clutching his shoulder.

Seven familiar faces barge into the room, and you can’t help but burst into tears. All of the anger, fear, and resentment was too much to handle, and no matter how strong you were, you were bound to break down after all that you had been through.

Seokjin Immediately rushes to your aide while the other six restrain Donghyun. “Y/n thank god you’re alive. Jesus Christ, look at you. What did that sick fuck do to you? I swear I’ll tear him limb from limb.”

You ignore the hypocrisy of Seokjin calling another person sick, choosing to focus on getting out of the case you've been trapped in. "Jin, I can’t deal with your yandere bullshit right now! Get me out of this case. Get me out! Get me out, get me out, get me the fuck out!” Panicking, Jin scans the room for something to break you out with. Stumbling upon a crowbar, he picks it up and runs back to you.

"Stand back, Angel; I don't want you to get hurt," swinging as hard as he can, Seokjin shatters the case. Quickly undoing your chains, he gathers you up in his arms. "Shit, Jin, I can't feel my legs. I can’t feel my legs!” Gently shushing you, Seokjin sits on the floor with you in his lap. He rocks you back and forth, slowly instructing you to breathe to prevent you from having a panic attack.

From your spot on the floor, you watch as the six others beat Donghyun into a bloody pulp. In your panicked state, you didn't realize it, but now you can hear the psychopath's screams and wails. Using Seokjin as support, you push yourself back on your feet. Grabbing the discarded crowbar, you stagger towards Donghyun. Hoseok calls your name, but you don’t hear him focusing on the man in front of you.

“D-d-doll help me,” Donghyun croaks. He reaches a shaky hand toward you as if you were his guardian angel. Raising the crowbar above your head, you steel your resolve, images of the hell he had put you through since the day you locked eyes. Thwack. You bring the crowbar down with full force, adrenaline and rage fueling you. Over and over. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Donghyun screams and cries, but you don’t stop. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. No one was going to save him anyways. Or so you thought.

BANG! BANG!

You don’t feel the first bullet striking you. But by the time the second one hits you’re already falling to the floor. Namjoon catches you calling your name. Your vision is starting to blur but in the distance you see a familiar female figure running away. Groaning you move to chase after her but the searing pain in your abdomen keeps you from moving.

"Angel? Shit, there's so much blood. Angel, focus on me and stay awake okay?” Turning your head, you look at Namjoon, your vision going in and out. There's pressure on your stomach as one of the boys tries to stop your bleeding. You think it's Jimin from the voice, but you can't tell. To your left, you hear the sound of strangled whimpers. Despite the beating he took from you and the boys, he's still alive. How unfortunate, you muse. But you weren’t worried. Whether you died or not, Donghyun's death was certain.

“Y/n look at us. Stay with me princess,” you hear Yoongi’s voice, but you can’t pinpoint where it is coming from.

“Hyung, is she going to be alright?”

“Don’t worry Jungkook. She’ll be alright. She has to be alright,” Hoseok watches as your body slowly starts to shut down. His face gave away no expression, but his heart was pounding in his chest.

“And if she isn’t alright? If she dies?” Taehyung questions the other men angrily. Despite the panic in the air, the other men were far too calm for his tastes.

“Donghyun and Haeun will pay,” Jimin responds, desperately pressing his jacket against your wound.

“And even that will never be enough,” Seokjin adds.

You were fading fast, and at this point, you had resolved that you wouldn't be making it. Pointing a shaking hand at Donghyun, you try to get the boys’ attention. “G-guys, D-Donghyun…s-still alive," your voice is barely a whisper, but all the boys hear it anyway.

"Hush, angel, you need to save your strength. He won't be alive much longer,” Namjoon reassures you, cupping your face so that you focus on him. You nod the best you can, but you still feel it isn’t enough. Gripping the collar of Namjoon's shirt, you whisper your last command.

“Make it hurt.”

Your grip loosens, the hand that was once gripping Namjoon falling to the floor. Your shaky breaths are now quiet. The expression on your face was peaceful, and the men would almost find it endearing if it wasn't for the fact that you were unresponsive to the world around you.

“Y/n. Y/n you need to wake up. Just open your eyes for me, sweetheart. You don't have to talk or do anything you don't want to just open your eyes for me,” Namjoon gently tries to rouse you to no avail. Taehyung drops to his knees next to you shaking your shoulder harshly, "Angel, you need to wake up right now. You need to wake up so I can see those pretty eyes of yours. So, you can glare at us and cuss us out. Just wake up please!”

Yoongi pulls Taehyung away, “Careful Taehyung, you’ll hurt her.”

“You can’t hurt a dead woman.”

The voice is ragged and scratchy, but the malice and insanity it holds is crystal clear. Wheezing, Donghyun sits up, his eyes scanning your body. "Oh, my sweet doll. What have they done to you?”

Jungkook snaps; grabbing the fallen crowbar, he hits Donghyun across the face. Donghyun only laughs in response, pissing off Jungkook more. Again and again, Jungkook beats him until his face is unrecognizable. But it wasn’t enough. For hours the men took turns beating the pathetic excuse of a man while one would sit with your body, whispering reassurances that no one would ever hurt you again. Soon Donghyun's laughs turn into cries when he realizes Haeun isn't coming to save him a second time. His pleas to spare his life went unheard, and the beatings continued. But true to their word to you, they made sure he felt pain unlike any other. They were cruel enough to keep him alive and even give him time to recover. His death was going to be slow and painful.

“You pathetic slug. If you truly loved her, you’d be begging for us to end your life so you could see her in the next life,” Jimin throws a swift kick into Donghyun's stomach, and the man only whimpers in response.

“Not that we’d ever let that happen though. Y/n is ours in this life and the next. She ours for all eternity,” Taehyung taunts from the older officer’s side.

Taehyung’s words must have triggered something in Donghyun as, for the first time in hours, he protests. "No! She was my doll! My precious doll to take care of! And you bastards killed her!” He drags his beaten body toward yours, Hoseok pulling you even closer to his chest. As if he’d let him touch you.

Seokjin slams his foot down on Donghyun's spine, a satisfying crack resounding throughout the room. Crouching down in front of your kidnapper Namjoon slaps him across the face before speaking, “You know what her final wish was? She wanted you to hurt. She wanted your death to be as painful as possible." Donghyun shakes his head vigorously at Namjoon's words. The commander continues anyway, "Now, I'm not a cruel man. If she was still alive right now, you’d be put out of your misery this instant.”

Standing up, Namjoon walks around as if admiring the many dolls Donghyun has collected, "Unfortunately, your sister ruined that for you. Now we’ll drag your death out for as long as we can.”

“Namjoon!”

The commander quickly turns around at the frantic tone in Hoseok’s voice. The detective has his finger pressed against your neck right on your pulse point.

“I have a pulse! Oh my god Joon she’s alive!”

The room immediately springs into action with the boys rushing to get you to the hospital, leaving Donghyun on the floor in a pool of his own blood. He grunts trying to crawl after you. Reaching out his hand, he grips Namjoon's pant leg. "G-give me my doll back, you fucker," his voice is laced with venom, but it wavers.

With a chuckle, Namjoon pulls out his gun and gestures around the room, “I think you have plenty.”

He pulls the trigger without waiting for a response.

BANG!

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DBH Rarepairsweek: Nightmares (Sixty & North)

@dbhrarepairs DBH rarepairsweek 6, Day 3, prompt: Nightmares

Words: 2,303 Relationships: Sixty & North Additional Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Developing Friendships, Bonding through Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, Friendship is Violence, DBH Rarepairs Week Summary: Sixty has nightmares, and one night North takes him to CyberLife Tower to let out all his anger—Friendship is Violence.

Nightmares

Normally, North was assigned to patrol outside of New Jericho, but on this night, Connor, their head of security, also assigned her to guard the prisoners.

The one prisoner they had—RK800 Mark 60.

He didn't talk much, except for the few threats he made. Verbal attacks were his form of defense. He also vehemently insisted that he never wanted to be called 'Connor'. So he chose to be called Sixty—the last digit of his serial number—which distinguished him from Connor. But it was his own choice. North was the last to judge androids for their own choices.

They had found his body in the warehouse, shot and trampled, but his body could be repaired. His processor had been damaged, but after the first major repair he was able to reboot, and he lived.

Because of his hostility and his still poor condition, he was kept in the medical ward. He was constantly under observation because of his failing system; it was slower than usual, he would have seizures or his system would freeze. This was also the reason why he needed more stasis.

Tonight it was North's turn to monitor his condition and see if he tried to escape. It was her first time alone with him and she wondered how hostile he would be. She watched him on a monitor or live feed on her HUD while she patrolled, but she could never get too far away in case she needed to help him quickly.

So she watched him sleep and noticed that he suddenly tossed and turned violently in his bed. She even heard him mumbling unintelligible words, but his cries made it clear that it was no good.

When he suddenly screamed, she had to act. She unlocked the door, stun gun at the ready, as she entered his room.

North called his name, but he didn't answer. She moved closer, but the moment she placed a reassuring hand on his arm, Sixty's eyes snapped open—glassy and unfocused—and he threw her to the floor.

He wasn't really there, his body was acting on program as he attacked her.

North was able to defend herself because she trained regularly with Connor, and she also benefited from Sixty's broken system. When her voice and fists couldn't break his state, she saw only one solution before she had to stun him and risk damaging his body further.

She wasn't a fan of it, but she had to try.

North grabbed Sixty's arm and opened an interface—

—that snapped Sixty out of his nightmare.

His gaze became clear and focused, but when he realized the situation and North, he pushed her away violently.

Sixty noticed the open door, but realizing how weakened his system was after this incident, he slumped back on the bed, facing the wall with his back to the world.

“You want to talk about it? I hear it's supposed to help,” North said.

“No.”

“Okay, suit yourself.” She picked up a few things that had fallen in the fight. As she left the room, she heard Sixty grumbling.

“You didn't use the stun gun.”

“You were caught in your nightmare and didn't do it on purpose,” she said. “Besides, I hate those things.”

“I…” but Sixty didn't finish his sentence.

“Yeah, yeah, just say the word if you need anything.”

“You're the first one to help me out.”

North had her back to him, but she knew he was looking at her, so she just nodded. It made her angry and sad to hear that. Even if he had been uncooperative and hostile so far, he deserved to be treated well. Through the interface she had sensed what he was feeling. So much shame, anger, fear and helplessness he felt made North's heart heavy.

She knew all too well.

She left him to rest and immediately demanded that Connor continue to assign her to this shift.

From then on, she visited him every day. She brought him things to keep him occupied, like books she found in New Jericho, or even board games she encouraged him to play. He didn't talk much, but she could tell that his body was more relaxed around her and his stress level stayed low.

At first he was a little annoyed by her persistent nature, but he got used to her, and somehow he even began to look forward to the evenings. The animosity towards her disappeared quickly. Only Connor was still a difficult topic, since neither of them could trust the other.

But on bad days, after more exhausting repairs had to be made that taxed his system, he would be slightly aggressive and North would leave him alone.

One day, however, the repairs were so bad that Sixty couldn't get out of bed when North came to see him, but he asked her to stay, knowing that his dreams would not be pleasant. And it turned out to be the worst nightmare he ever had. North was able to get him out of it quickly, but Sixty had had enough of the nightmares and his failing system.

He stumbled out of bed and had to brace himself against a chair, but the next moment he grabbed it and smashed it against the wall.

“I don't want this anymore,” he roared. “I don't want to feel! I don't want to be locked up! Why did you save me in the first place?” North stood at the edge and let him vent.

“And I can't stand Connor's accusing looks anymore! I'm everything he hated about himself, everything everyone hates and now fears.” He went to the shelf and threw all the books across the room.

“I am defective, a cripple! I have no control over my body when my system is overloaded and my damaged processor can't handle all the input. I wish you would have thrown me into the junkyard!”

He stood in the middle of the room, seething with anger and glaring at North. “Or are you just keeping me for spare parts for Connor?”

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” North shouted at him, shoving him so hard that he stumbled back. Now she was the one seething with rage.

“You don't know what you're talking about!” She followed him, invading his personal space as she rebuked him. "So many of us didn't get the chance you got! So make the damn best of it!"

He took another step back and she took another step forward.

“There's finally a safe place for us, and—” she stopped suddenly as an idea struck her. She looked up at him, wondering if this was really a good idea.

Sixty slowly raised his hands in defense and took another step back.

“Come with me,” North ordered, taking his hand in a firm grip to pull him with her towards the door.

“Won't Connor kill me the minute I leave this room?”

“Are you really afraid of Connor?” She frowned at him. “And didn’t you want to die just seconds ago?”

He opened his mouth to retort, but closed it again when her gaze discouraged him from continuing.

A self-driving taxi waited for them outside the building.

“You're taking me to a secluded place to get rid of me, aren't you?”

“I will if you keep crying like a baby.”

He gasped. “I don't—”

“Shh!” North silenced him with a raised finger and a deadly stare.

Sixty returned the stare before turning away and looking out the car window as the streets of Detroit passed him in a blur.

It calmed him, feeding his system with new information and a new environment, since he had only known the outside world through Connor's experiences or his brief trip when he had lured Hank into the Tower. All he'd seen since then was his room and the repair room, both without windows.

But his calm vanished as the cab turned onto the MacArthur Bridge—North was taking him back to the Tower. The idea was worse than being shot by her in the middle of nowhere.

“Stop the car,” Sixty ordered.

“What?”

“Stop the damn car!”

“What's the matter with you?” she asked, but let the car pull over when she saw his bright red LED and the fear in his eyes.

“I don't want to go back.”

“Why? You know the tower will be our new headquarters,” she said.

“I'll stay in New Jericho, or better yet leave Detroit so I won't be in Connor's way, but I won't go back there.”

“Whatever you want,” North said. She suspected it wouldn't be easy for him, but she tried a suggestion. ”But what if I give you the opportunity to destroy the inside of the tower right now?”

As much as Sixty hated to see the place of his death again, he liked the idea of tearing it down.

“But why destroy it if you want to live there?”

“We're going to renovate, so the old stuff has to go, especially some rooms that no one needs anymore.”

Sixty stared thoughtfully at his hands, still digging into his knees.

“It's great to blow off steam,” North added, but didn't press him further.

The decision would have been easier if he hadn't had that last nightmare, in which, for the first time, not only his past but also his present had come under attack.

But North was at his side, and after the way she had helped him in the last few days, he had begun to trust her.

She gently placed her hand on his and waited for him to accept the interface.

When he did, images of her happily demolishing some rooms in the tower flooded his mind, and he felt the joy and relief she felt.

A smile crept across his face and Sixty told her to start the cab.

Inside the tower, North led him to the elevator and down to floor -47—Research and Development. This floor contained laboratories, test chambers and experimental fields to test the capabilities of androids.

“Go wild,” she smiled as she handed him a metal rod already at the ready.

Sixty took it, testing its weight and handling before moving to the nearest glass wall and smashing it with a wide swing. The glass shattered, and the shards flew sparkling through the air as Sixty went straight for the next blow.

He felt better with each blow, and North laughed with delight, for her idea was truly perfect. Watching him, her fingers tingled as well, and she grabbed another bar to join him.

They smashed the glass walls, computers, monitors and other furniture and let out all the frustration and hatred they still felt.

Sixty and North had a good time—until Sixty hit a control panel.

This must have caused a malfunction in the system and the sprinklers accidentally went on, soaking them both.

When the initial shock was over, they looked at each other, their hair clinging to their faces, and burst out laughing.

“You're crazy,” North laughed.

“And so are you,” Sixty countered.

They laughed some more, so much tension had dissipated. When they had calmed down a bit, North went to a security panel and hacked it to stop the flow of water.

Sixty walked back into the hallway and sat down on the floor to inspect their work.

“Now are you going to tell me what you see during stasis?” North joined him.

Sixty turned to her, her tone of voice, her open eyes, and her honest look told him that she really wanted to help him. He knew he could trust her. He guessed that's what friends are for. So he told her his nightmares.

“My re- and pre-construction program is always running wild. I usually get shot over and over again… trapped in my body, and no one hears me scream. But I hear the freed androids whispering around me… I feel them looking at me, their red eyes glowing as they come for me... Trampling me and tearing me apart.”

He felt the fear creep back into his body as he thought of his latest nightmare. North felt he needed to say more and waited for him to speak again.

“But tonight... Tonight was the first time anyone else got hurt.”

“Did you kill Connor?” North asked, remembering that he had raged against him again after his nightmare.

“No…” Sixty hesitated, looking everywhere but at North. “You got hurt.”

“What?”

“You're the only one who's nice to me, and Amanda took that away.”

North knew about Amanda through Connor, but she didn't know what to make of that statement.

“So you like me and you're worried?” she joked.

“Fuck you, North,” Sixty hissed, stumbling as he stood up too fast—his system was too slow to catch up. She grabbed his arm to steady him.

“I hate this damn body…”

“We'll get you fixed up,” North said. “Just try to make Josh and Simon less scared so they can work on the problems more often and faster.”

“Where's the fun in that?” he chuckled, and North jokingly jabbed her elbow into his side.

Sixty never thought anyone would accept him like this after what he'd done and how damaged he still was. And he never thought anything good would come out of his nightmares.

But after that day, a wonderful, close bond formed between the two of them. A chaotic, deep friendship full of mischief and a unity that no one wanted to reckon with.

The other leaders trusted their opinion, and North convinced them that from now on Sixty should not be locked up to help his recovery.

His nightmares diminished after that night. Knowing that North would always be there for him and that he was not alone against the world helped him tremendously.

#dbhrarepairsweek #dbhrarepairs #dbh #dbh sixty #dbh north #sixty & north #prompt: nightmares #dbh fanfic

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nightpool · 11 months

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This analysis breaks down, though, for agricultural commodities. You can just plop a few tons of nickel into a warehouse, leave it there forever, and trade futures back and forth referencing that nickel. But if you plopped a few tons of pork bellies into a warehouse and left them there forever, the warehouse would start to smell really bad. Eventually the pork bellies in the warehouse would not be reasonably substitutable for the pork bellies available from meat processors, because they would have rotted. Perishable commodities cannot remain abstracted in warehouses indefinitely; there needs to be constant rotation between the abstract commodities in warehouses and the useful commodities in commerce. Still the system of permanent abstract commodities in exchange warehouses really is very convenient, so it tempts agricultural commodity traders too. Here’s a story about coffee:

> "Stockpiles of premium coffee beans on the world’s biggest arabica exchange have plummeted to their lowest levels since 1999 as some sellers race to take advantage of a closing loophole one last time.

> > "Although dropping inventories held in global warehouses monitored by Intercontinental Exchange Inc. would normally signal soaring demand or a crimp in supplies, the more than 20% plunge seen in the past month appears to be a strategic move ahead of a crucial Dec. 1 rule change. > > "For years, some sellers looking to avoid an ��age penalty” meant to discourage lengthy coffee storage have pulled their older beans off the exchange and then resubmitted them for a new round of certification, thereby making the coffee appear fresh. That legal but misleading practice, which has led to roasters receiving older-than-expected beans and obscured the true volume of coffee in the market, will be prohibited as of next month." “Just plop coffee beans in the exchange warehouse and leave them there forever” obviously does not work, but “plop coffee beans in the warehouse, leave them there for a respectable amount of time, take them out, walk them across the street, bring them back and plop them in again, repeatedly” worked surprisingly well. In December it will stop working, though everyone gets to do it one more time first. In some ways the simpler solution would be to replace all the coffee beans with pebbles but I guess that would cause problems.

#which problems? hard to say #your stock options look gnc af

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ukrainenews · 1 year

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Daily Wrap Up April 13-17, 2023

Under the cut:

Poland has reached an agreement on restarting transit of Ukrainian grains through its territory as of Friday, Polish Agriculture Minister Robert Telus said on Tuesday, adding transits would be monitored and sealed.

Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelenskiy visited troops in the small eastern city of Avdiivka on Tuesday, thanked them for their service and was briefed by commanders on the battlefield situation, his office said.

Germany has delivered a Patriot air defense system and missiles for it to Ukraine, according to the German government’s weekly update. In addition, Berlin has reportedly handed over 16 Zetros trucks and two border protection vehicles.

Russia shelled the village of Richky in Ukraine’s northeastern Sumy Oblast on April 18, killing an 83-year-old woman, Prosecutor General’s Office reported.

Poland's Development Minister Waldemar Buda added a ban on imports of Ukrainian food products to Poland would remain in place.

Pressure has been mounting on Brussels to work out a European Union-wide solution after Warsaw and Budapest announced bans on some imports from Ukraine at the weekend, with other countries in eastern Europe saying they are also considering action.

Farmers say cheap imports from Ukraine, which has faced difficulties exporting by sea due to Russia's invasion, have lowered prices and reduced their sales.

In Poland, the issue has created a problem in an election year for the ruling nationalist Law and Justice (PiS) party that relies on rural areas for much of its support.

Ukraine had said its priority was to reopen transit through Poland.

"We managed to create such mechanisms that will ensure that not a single ton of grain will remain in Poland," Telus told journalists after two days of talks in Warsaw.

-via Reuters

~ Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelenskiy visited troops in the small eastern city of Avdiivka on Tuesday, thanked them for their service and was briefed by commanders on the battlefield situation, his office said.

Avdiivka has been one of the main targets of a Russian winter offensive which was intended to reinvigorate Moscow's full-scale invasion, launched in February 2022, but has made only small territorial advances in the east.

Video footage released by Zelenskiy's office showed him addressing troops in combat gear and handing them awards in what appeared to be a large industrial warehouse with sandbags packed against at least one of the high walls.

"I have the honour to be here today, to thank you for your service, for defending our land, Ukraine, our families," he said. "I wish you only victory - this is what I wish for every Ukrainian, this is what is very important to all of us."

Zelenskiy also visited a hospital where he met wounded soldiers and handed out awards.

The video footage also showed heavily damaged high-rise residential buildings in Avdiivka, where officials say about 1,800 civilians remain.

Zelenskiy has visited troops several times in recent weeks before what is widely expected to be a Ukrainian counteroffensive.

The Kremlin said Russian President Vladimir Putin also met troops this week, during visits on Monday to Russian-occupied parts of the Kherson and Luhansk regions.

Zelenskiy was accompanied in Avdiivka by Andriy Yermak, the head of his office, who said Ukrainian troops were preventing Russia encircling the city.

He said fierce battles were under way elsewhere in the region, and that "successful defence" was key in these places.

"Our army has already broken the enemy's plans to break through the (Ukrainian) defences and advance in the east," Yermak said on the Telegram messaging app.

-via Reuters

Germany has delivered a Patriot air defense system and missiles for it to Ukraine, according to the German government’s weekly update.

In addition, Berlin has reportedly handed over 16 Zetros trucks and two border protection vehicles.

Germany promised to provide Ukraine with a Patriot battery in January following Washington’s commitment to send the American-made system. The Netherlands later joined the efforts.

The Patriot system is the most advanced air defense weapon in the U.S. arsenal that Kyiv has been long pleading for. One Patriot battery has four to eight launchers designed for four missiles each.

Patriots aim to significantly improve the defense of Ukrainian cities and critical infrastructure against regular Russian missile attacks.

Pentagon spokesperson Patrick Ryder said on March 30 that 65 Ukrainian soldiers had completed training on Patriot systems at Fort Sill, Oklahoma, and returned to Europe.

-via Kyiv Independent

Russia shelled the village of Richky in Ukraine’s northeastern Sumy Oblast on April 18, killing an 83-year-old woman, Prosecutor General’s Office reported.

The Russian artillery troops fired at the village from Russia’s territory, hitting the woman’s house, according to the report.

Sumy Oblast is located at Ukraine’s northeastern border with Russia. It has been the target of daily Russian attacks across the border since parts of the oblast were liberated from Russian control in early April 2022.

On the same day, Russian forces also struck Donetsk Oblast’s town of Ukrainsk, injuring at least eight civilians, said Governor Pavlo Kyrylenko.

The Russian shelling of Ukrainsk damaged three high-rises and 18 pavilions of a local market, according to the oblast governor.

“Not a day goes by without Russian war crimes in the Donetsk region,” added Kyrylenko.

-via Kyiv Independent

#Daily Update #Ukraine #Russia #War in Ukraine #Sumy #Germany #avdiivka #poland #black sea

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ezraspiderwick · 2 years

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Red Glimpses Ch. 2

In a world where soulmates are believed to be extinct, Reader has a podcast following her journey in trying to find her perfect match. Marcus loves listening to it because it gives him hope that one day he’ll find his…

Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: soulmate au, changing pov (Marcus/Reader), slow burn

A/N: Thanks to the wonderful @nothoughtsjustmeds for beta reading! And thanks to everyone for giving so much love to chapter 1, this adventure is just starting 😌❤️

MASTERLIST / SERIES MASTERLIST

The thief had done exactly as Rowand and Marcus expected him to. He led them straight to the buyer and to the warehouse they hoped all the missing artwork was in. Once there it had been only a matter of waiting for backup to go in. Numerous art pieces had been retrieved and were going to be rightfully returned to the museums they belonged in all over the world after being categorized. Marcus’ job is done. But for the first time since he became an FBI agent, he doesn’t feel as proud and happy with the accomplishment, and this is probably the biggest of his career. If anything he feels anxiety and frustration blooming in his chest, unlike anything he had ever felt before.

He's assigned another case but there's no room for work in his mind, not when his soulmate is out there. Not when all he has been able to focus on since he last saw you were your eyes. Their color had become his favorite color, yet he couldn't find it anywhere but in his memory, in real life, the shades were never quite right.

“I’ll call you.”

He cringes at the memory. He is an FBI agent for god’s sake, he was trained to think under pressure. He should have asked for your name or given you his. Anything to help him find you. But looking at you and at the glimpses of red wrapped around your finger, his mind had gone blank. He reaches for his pocket to take out his phone but his hand bumps into something else and takes out your phone.

Your phone.

He completely forgot he had kept it. He sends a silent prayer to anyone who is listening before trying to turn it on, to no avail.

He takes a deep breath. This is no time to feel overwhelmed, he needs to think of solutions. And for that he has to be rational, emotions kept at bay.

The conclusion he reaches is that he could use some help. So he takes the phone downstairs to Lexa, the woman who is in charge of techs hoping she can work some magic in it and bring it back to life.

Lexa starts examining the phone as Marcus recounts the story of what happened to it. She doesn't seem to believe him but nods along anyway. “I may be able to fix it but it’s going to take a while, Pike.”

A glimmer of hope.

His heart leaps at the now real possibility of seeing you again.

“That’s okay, thank you.” Marcus turns around and starts walking away from the office when his coworker calls behind him.

“You’re buying lunch once I fix it.”

He sits down at his desk, fidgeting with a pencil and wondering if he could pull some strings and get video from security cameras nearby, or perhaps get the sketch artist to draw you and search the image on the FBI database, which hopefully you’re not in, but he’s running out of ideas. There's so much he could do but with it not being a real case he would need to ask for permission to use the FBI's resources on it. A tenth of the budget had been slashed last year, and as a result of that, the way each agent spent money and resources had to be closely monitored.

His mother's words echo in his mind.

It has become impossible for people to find their soulmates .

Maybe his mom is right. Maybe he's putting too much mental energy into this. He doesn't even know if what he saw was a trick of the morning light. It could have been anything, it would make sense for it to be anything else but the red string.

Still, he needs to talk to you and discover the truth, and for that, he needs to find you. He turns on his computer ready to do some research when a notification from earlier today of a new Red String podcast pops up. There isn’t supposed to be a new episode today, it’s three days too early. Curiosity gets the better of him and he clicks on it, only to be redirected to a page that says “Sorry this does not exist.” The most likely reason for this is someone made an error and uploaded the podcast on the wrong day and upon noticing their mistake it was deleted.

But perhaps someone managed to download it before it was deleted, out of all days, today he needs your optimism about soulmates. So he searches the web.

To say he’s shocked by the numerous articles that pop up would be an understatement. As he opens Twitter he notices it’s trending, and everyone is tweeting either the news or their reaction to the news. The whole internet is talking about one thing and one thing only: Red found her soulmate.

Apparently, she had told the news during a live podcast that had since been deleted from all official platforms. However, when it comes to the internet once something is uploaded, it will remain there forever. All it takes for Marcus is a simple search and results start popping up left and right.

PR stunt or real soulmates?

Red needs our help!

Is she stringing us along? Red says she’s found the One!

You’ll never believe who Red’s soulmate is… Click the link to see the pic!

The Red String search is over

There are hundreds of reuploads of the original podcast, and he clicks on the first result, his attention dragged away by the drama. Red’s familiar voice comes through the speakers, but it sounds different this time, speaking fast as if she fears someone would stop her at any moment. She starts by saying that she couldn’t get his name and asks for the listeners’ help to locate him.

She met her soulmate today and so did he. Perhaps there was something special to this summer’s day.

As Red recounts the story, the podcast is relegated to the background as Marcus turns to his own search for answers. It’s not until she mentions the spilled iced coffee that he stops typing and turns his full attention to Red. He rewinds to the beginning and a shiver goes through him as she recounts the meeting. THEIR meeting.

Red saw the glimpses of red too.

Red is you .

Before you finish the story, Marcus’s already jumping into the DMs of every single social platform you’re in. He writes and rewrites a message until he’s left with a perfect retelling of the meeting, with details only he would be privy to.

He rubs his face with his hands, while he feels the beating of his racing heart in every part of his body. He hopes this is enough. He needs this to be enough.

He sends it and waits for a response.

How naive of you to think this would be like the fairytales you were told as a child. There is no happily ever after that comes as easy in real life as it does in stories. If this was a fictional tale, your soulmate would send you a DM and the whole process would be magical. In real life, there were thousands of DMs flooding all your social media. People claiming to be him, others asking for advice on how to find their soulmates, and some calling this entire thing bullshit. There was no way you could get through all of them, not alone.

Your phone rings. Camila has been insistently calling for the last ten minutes but you don’t answer. You know what she is going to say and you don’t care to hear it. Your phone is put on silent as you lay on your bed trying to find a solution for the mess you now find yourself in. Perhaps you could ask some friends to help you go through the messages? But that would mean revealing that you're Red, and you're not sure that's something you're ready for.

After about fifteen minutes of thinking, your doorbell is ringing. Peeping through the cameras you find Camila waiting outside, her arms crossed and looking like she came in a rush, her hair disheveled and her clothes not matching like they usually would. You don’t want to open the door but how worse can this get? You open the door to be faced with a woman who is barely keeping her anger contained. Before you say anything she is already inside your house and pacing around your living room.

“Why would you say that, Red?” she gives you a cold stare. “Do you know how many people will stop listening now that you told them you found your soulmate?” She lets herself fall on your couch with a heavy sigh. “Who are we kidding? The damage is done. All that's left is to go with this little fantasy of yours. We’ll figure something out and make this work in our favor.”

“It’s not an invention, Camila. It’s real. I finally met him.”

“So you say, honey, but do you really think soulmates can exist?” Her condescending tone makes anger bubble inside you. “It’s naive to think that." She shakes her head and laughs. "But I guess that exact naivety is what makes you charming. We’ll solve this, just let me handle this.”

You sit next to her, hands folded neatly in your lap to keep you from fidgeting.

“He’s out there, Camila, and he’s looking for me.”

“How do you know that, darling?”

“Because I’m looking for him ." People in the past, including your grandma, used to say that once your connection with your soulmate increases you'll eventually be able to sense some of the emotions they're feeling. Whatever connection you have with your perfect stranger is extremely weak still, but you can feel some intense feelings from him. You're not able to pinpoint which ones but you know he's searching for you too. "And finding each other is what soulmates do.”

She stops dead in her tracks and it’s as though something changes because the next second she’s smiling. “Okay, darling, I have an idea, we’ll find this man.” The sudden emotional change unnerves you. But the rational part of you screams that this is exactly what you want, with Camila on your side, this will be a lot easier. “After all, your followers deserve to continue with you on this journey, don’t you think? They have been with you during the search, you are even asking for their help, you need to give them the ending. Show them that all of this was worth it.”

As much as you hate admitting that Camila is right, it makes sense. You do owe your listeners, they have been loyal for a long time, and they have the right to see how this ends. And you will give that to them but not right now. This is something that you want to be just yours and his at least for a little bit.

“Okay, you can help me but when I see him again it’s just going to be the two of us. Alone,” you remark before she has a chance to say anything else. “I’ll tell my followers about it in the next podcast, but I’m not sure I want to ever reveal my identity or his. If I did, the possibility of having a normal life would be gone forever.”

“Of course, darling, don’t worry,” she assures you. “Just tell me what he looks like, and any other details you remember and I’ll call you as soon as I know something.”

It’s early in the morning, the team is having a briefing on the latest art robbery that has happened in the city when Marcus’ phone rings. He takes it out of his pocket and upon seeing it’s an unknown number he excuses himself in order to go outside and answer it. His heart is doing somersaults in his chest at the possibility of you being on the other side of the line. He presses the green button and holding his breath he takes the phone to his ear.

“Hello, is this Marcus Pike?” It’s not your voice.

“Yes,” he masks his disappointment with neutrality. “Who am I speaking with?”

“I’m Camila Burbano, Red’s agent.” At the mention of your name, he perks up. “I am calling to ask for details about the message you left on Miss Red’s Instagram. Can you tell me more about your meeting so I can confirm whether the details match with what she has told me?"

Although she cannot see it through the phone Marcus nods eagerly. He goes on to describe what you look like, the clothes you were wearing, and the type of phone you had. His job has trained him to have an eye for detail so he has an easy time recalling this information.

Camila hums on the other side of the line. “Lastly, can you send a picture of yourself to this number so Miss Red is able to confirm if it’s you or not?”

He does as he is told. His fingers shaking and his heart going a thousand miles per hour at the possibility of meeting you again. “I’m sending your picture to her. Hold the line, please.”

Marcus’ anxiety grows with each passing second. What if she says it isn’t him? What if he said something wrong about their meeting? Had she been wearing a turquoise or a green top? What if-

“She says it’s you.” Camila's words stop his racing mind. A wide smile appears on his face, those cute dimples showing up

He found her. And she found him. They are going to have their happy ending. The wait would be worth it, love is going to win.

“But before you meet her, there’s something else," Camila pauses briefly as if she doesn't want to deliver the following words, "she wants to live stream the meeting if that’s alright with you. I know it might be a bit too much… but Red wants to do it for her followers, so they don’t lose hope that one day they too can have your luck and find their perfect person.”

Marcus doesn’t need to be asked twice. “Of course, whatever she wants.”

“Great, I’ll send you some papers for you to sign just for legal reasons, and then I’ll text you the place and the time for your meeting.”

When the document arrives later that evening, he quickly scans over the words, something about filming your whole love story. If this is what Red wants he’ll sign it, whatever it takes to see her again.

Once he sends back the papers, Camila texts him that he needs to be in the place where you first met, tomorrow, and that you'll meet him there. Additionally, they are going to be sending him some outfits that will match Red’s so you two will look amazing together. Marcus isn’t too sure about putting on such a show, he’d love nothing more than to meet you as you truly are and show you his authentic self. But he also knows that he’d move heaven and Earth for you. If you want to broadcast your meeting and you want it to look perfect, then he’ll do whatever he has to to make you happy.

You’re meeting your soulmate today.

Despite your initial wariness and distrust, Camila had come through and found him for you. Your soulmate is Marcus Pike, an FBI agent working in the Art Crimes division.

You are so happy that you don’t even care when Camila comes in with outfits you’d never actually pick for yourself, arguing you had to look good. After all, you were gonna want to have pictures you could show your followers if you decided you wanted to show them your face. Her words make sense, so you change into one of the outfits, and at your agent’s insistence, you get your hair done by a professional. When it’s done you look in the mirror, the person staring back looks like you but isn’t quite you. Before you can overthink it any further Camila is behind you, her usual big smile plastered all over her face.

“You look beautiful, darling, Marcus is one lucky guy.” She hugs you. Well, if you can count her approaching you and surrounding you with her arms without actually touching you a hug . “Now smile, because today is your big day.”

Camila offers to drive you there, and with you being a mix of nervousness and excitement, it seems wise to accept her offer. As you travel through the city, people continue to live their lives not knowing that the possibility of soulmates is about to come back after being gone for two decades. Your meeting with Marcus has the possibility to change not only your life but the whole world. There is a lot of pressure for this to go well.

Sweat has accumulated on your hands and you sneakily wipe it away on the side of your clothes. The song that the radio is playing says something about finding the one you’re looking for, very fitting. Camila parks in front of the coffee shop, and standing in front of it, looking at his watch, is Marcus. He’s dressed in a completely different style than the last time you saw him, perhaps this is how he dresses when he’s not working. There’s so much you can’t wait to find out about him. You feel a pull to him and as you exit the car you don’t stop to wonder if it’s something soulmate-related or your own excitement.

The second his eyes spot you walking towards him, he gifts you the brightest and cutest smile. You can’t help but walk to him a little faster, and he mirrors your actions closing the space between you with swiftness. When you arrive in front of each other, not only can you see the red thread going from your finger to his, it’s definitely there this time, as if someone had tied a piece of yarn between you, but you can also feel its presence around your pinky finger, a slight tug that pulls you to him. He takes your hand in his and looks at it, tears filling his eyes.

“It’s real,” he whispers, and you nod pressing your forehead against his. You stay like that, listening to each other’s breathing for what feels both like a couple of seconds and an eternity at the same time. “I’m so glad I found you, Red.”

“Me, too.”

As you open your eyes you notice a small mic clipped to his shirt and take half a step back, your hands still linked together. “What’s that?” you ask, trying to make sense of what is happening.

“It was Camila’s idea so everything is recorded just like you wanted.” A shadow settles on your face for a brief second as you process his words. But then a man who had been standing behind a car, approaches holding a camera and you carefully mask your expression with what you hope looks like a real smile.

“Anything you want to say to the one million people who are watching live?” the man asks. Your mouth feels dry, you need to get some water. You look at Marcus who seems to sense your uneasiness, and squeezes your hand.

“We did it, we found him.”

#marcus pike #the mentalist #soulmate au #bee castle writing #pedro pascal

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technowaveblog · 8 months

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sharpeagle-tech · 2 months

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SharpEagle: Enhancing Warehouse Efficiency with Forklift Camera Solution

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inventionvision · 11 months

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Spend the Night: Ch. 7

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

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

Description: The familiar melody of Grandfather’s Clock chimes through the echoing halls of the Pizzaplex…

Charlie wakes up in her Puppet’s vessel yet again with one goal in mind: to stop William Afton’s reign of terror for good. She enlists the help of Glamrock Freddy, the emphatic leader of the newest iteration of the Fazbear Band. But there seems to be more to this bear than meets the eye—and the same goes for the mysteriously familiar kid the duo find tinkering with animatronics down in Parts & Service.

With some help from friends new and old, Charlie’s journey into the bowels of the Pizzaplex will unravel mysteries none of them ever expected.

Rating: T

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It is just a glitch scattered in the system Tell me that it's wrong, never gonna listen World won't understand till they stand the vision Mayhem, mayhem, three, two, one

~Under Control by Tryhardninja, Ivy Marie~

“We must prepare to move,” Freddy announced, releasing Gregory and snatching the next access card from its little bear-shaped holder on the desk. Now they’d be able to get into higher-level areas than before—including another security office.

As Freddy grabbed for the card, Charlie reached for Gregory. Of course there was always another hurdle to overcome. With it barely even being 2:00 in the morning, they still had a long time before the main doors opened again. God forbid something else went wrong; Gregory could be trapped here with them over the weekend, too...

“Freddy? There's a place around here with unused characters right?” Charlie asked, bouncing Gregory soothingly in her arms and they readied to speed from the security room. “I think I have a solution for you and Michael's problem.”

“Hmm? Oh, yes, there is a basement warehouse near Parts & Service; I believe unused characters are stored there as well,” Freddy responded a bit absently, watching the monitor as Vanessa approached the door.

“Freddy?” the guard’s voice soon rang out and she knocked harshly. “I can hear you in there! What the hell are you doing?! I gave you instructions to stay put, and now none of the Glamrocks are in their rooms!”

Vanessa sounded well and truly angry. She’d been running around searching for this phantom kid for nearly two hours, and she was tired.

“Ah, I was… using the cameras to see if I could track the child down!” Freddy replied, refusing to open the door until they absolutely had to. Speaking of cameras—

Another glance revealed yet another threat: Roxy was prowling through the arcade, directly in their path to the exit.

Charlie had half a mind to just press her face up to the double-walled security glass and scare Vanessa away. She didn't exactly deserve to be frightened so badly, yet they couldn't afford her slowing them down anymore. It seemed that right after she showed up so did the other animatronics, and that bunny might not be far behind either...

Roxy looked worse than before. What was she doing? Rolling in the left over oil at the Raceway? She normally held such pride in her appearance, reasonably grooming herself and making sure her model was in perfect, working condition before performances and “bedtime.” Now the cracks were showing—her metal chassis forming hairline fractures at stress points. Dirt and grime matted in the faux fur atop her head, smattering her cheeks and covering the paint-job makeup that the designers spent so long creating for her.

“You like playing games, Gregory?” growled Roxy, her voice heard past Vanessa in the arcade. “I know a game we can play—I'm a pro at hide and seek.”

The wolf was seething; her sharp maw would probably be dripping with drool if it could do such a thing.

Gregory held in his fearful sounds, choosing to close his eyes and bury his face in Charlie's thin shoulder. They knew he was there… but how?

If Michael had a body, he’d be shivering with fright at Roxy. Objectively he’d seen much worse over the years, but something about her tone, the way she was so clearly out for a child’s blood… that was utterly horrifying. Even the Funtime animatronics that were literally designed to capture children for William’s sick research purposes didn’t act like this. They behaved like relatively normal robots until a kid was close enough to grab, then they snapped and it was over in an instant.

But these Glamrock models… these were aware. And that made their actions so much worse.

“Bullshit!” Vanessa snapped as Michael fretted. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you guys, but as soon as I get in there you’re going straight back to your room and I’m putting you on extra-lockdown!” She wasn’t entirely sure if they actually had that protocol, but she couldn’t think of a better threat right now.

“Charlie, you must focus on getting Gregory out,” Freddy murmured. “Find somewhere safe—I will keep the others occupied as long as possible, then come and find you.”

“Are you talking to someone?!” Vanessa chimed in, and it was at that moment the door power failed. The distinctive sound of electronics shutting down could be heard as the lights in the security office went out. The door soon raised, revealing Vanessa standing there with hands on her hips. She let out a gasp, eyes widening at the sight of Gregory and the Puppet.

“What the—what the fuck are you?!” She shook her head with an annoyed growl, starting forward. “Whatever; hand over the brat. He’s caused enough trouble tonight.”

Charlie was aware that Vanessa had been in the dark about everything just like them. Really, the woman didn’t deserve most of the frustrations of tonight. Even so Charlie’s arms coiled around Gregory, almost constricting him as she let out an inhuman hiss.

“He didn’t do anything wrong! Leave him alone!” she warned, backing slowly away. She attempted to match Vanessa’s pace, planning to run out the opposite door. The goal would be to hightail it out of the arcade without Roxy catching either of them, but with the speed demon hounding for their blood she’d have to time it perfectly.

Gregory looked up to Vanessa, the fear in his face knotting into anger. “Hey! Who are you calling a brat, dumbass?!”

“Clearly you, kid.” Vanessa rolled her eyes. “Ugh, why do I have to find the one with the biggest attitude? Look, I just need to take you to a safe area so we can call the police and get in contact with your parents. You can even take your weird, clingy robot with you... What are you, anyway?” The guard paused, staring at the Puppet with a pinched expression of confusion. “Some knockoff Daycare attendant model? Or—oh my god, Freddy, get out of my way!”

The bear had placed himself directly in Vanessa's path, holding his arms out ready to physically restrain her if need be.

“I am sorry,” he said with a shake of the head. “But my child safety protocols indicate that, at this moment, Gregory is safest with me and Charlie.”

“What?!” Vanessa shrieked, clenching her fists so hard her knuckles went white. “There is absolutely no way your protocol would tell you that a kid is safer with a robot than a human! You're so malfunctioning right now; we’ve got to—ouch!”

Suddenly, Vanessa's face twisted into an expression of extreme pain and she doubled over, clutching her head.

“Officer Vanessa?! Are you alright?” Freddy asked, instinctively reaching out to help.

“Mmph, y-yeah... just... just a migraine...”

And major amnesia to follow, Vanessa thought, but there was no need to tell the robot about her chronic health issues. She remained hunched over, temporarily blocking out everything around her as she tried to get over this sudden attack. She couldn't afford to lose the kid again...

Gregory was ready to push Puppet aside just to fight Vanessa for her rude nature towards his friends, though Charlie held fast to the squirming child with her arms laced around his small frame. There was no room for arguing between them. With Freddy intervening and trying to talk some sense into Vanessa, Charlie put more space between the humans.

“Freddy—” she said, calm and collected as she watched Vanessa curl at the pressure building in her skull. “—Vanessa needs first aid. She doesn't look too good...”

“Who cares about her?!” Gregory snapped, eyes narrowed at the night guard. His sympathy was clearly thin for her right now, having been tracked down by her for over twenty-four hours by this point. “She's the weirdo who's been trying to kidnap me, remember?!”

“Gregory, please have some empathy. She's hurting...” Charlie remarked. All the while, they were completely unaware what was really happening inside of Vanessa's head.

Ẅ̴̛̪͍̽̑̈́͌͌̄͛̏̏̃̅͝h̵̻̉a̸̺͆t̶̬̿'̴̡́s̴̱͛ ̵̮̅ẃ̸̨r̴͔̐ō̷̖n̷̠͝g̵̦̑,̷̼̔ ̷̳̿f̷̰̽u̷͔̿n̶̝̿n̷̠͒y̷̺͂ ̸̲͋b̴̟͆ǘ̷͇n̵̺͝ṅ̸̪y̴͓̒?̴̡͝[1]

Ä̵͉́r̵̼͑e̶̟͐ ̸͉̓t̵͉͊h̴̜̓ë̶͎́y̷̞͊ ̷͎̒b̶̯̊ẻ̷̟į̶͑ǹ̶̜g̸̤̎ ̵̯̿m̸̝͝è̴͚ȃ̴̠n̶̳̂ ̴͚͒t̴͉̚o̷͉̽ ̶͎̔y̴͓̕o̸͇͌u̶̼̔?̸̻̈

Ș̵̢̡͉̘̊̆̈̎͆ḩ̵̓o̵͎̍w̸̨͒ ̵̮̽t̶͔͋h̵͉̆e̷̪̓m̴̙͊ ̴̻͝w̶̖̚h̴̯̕a̶̰̒t̵̝̂ ̵̼͑h̷̨̒a̴̩͘p̷͚̀p̷̥͌e̴̡͐ṅ̸̺s̴̛ͅ ̶͖̈́w̸͕̔h̸̛̜e̴̤͋n̶̠͒ ̵͖̋ţ̷̀h̶̞̓e̴̼̎ỳ̸̡ ̴͉̓ḏ̷͂o̶̫̚n̴̻͛'̶̤̓t̶͍̄ ̶̫̄p̷̥͐l̵͈͌a̶͈͌y̵̪͌ ̴͕̇n̶̯̓ỉ̵̲c̴̯̓ė̷ͅ.̸̣̊.̶̼̉.̵̨̇ ̵͖̓

The playful voice inside the guard’s mind tried to soothe her, pain increasing the longer she denied it.

“N-No, I... I don't... What...?” Vanessa was mumbling to herself, a nonsensical string of words for the nonsensical voice. The ache was so intense all she wanted to do was curl up on the floor and sleep for days. She resisted as long as she could… but as was the case nowadays, that wasn't more than a few seconds.

“Oh?” All of a sudden Vanessa perked up, releasing her head to stare at the little group in the office. An eerie smile stretched her mouth wide, and her gaze was somehow both vacant yet very sharp. She glanced down at her body, tugging at the crisp, white uniform shirt.

“Oh no, no, this won't do; these clothes are so stiff! She keeps misplacing that thing...” She let out a dramatic sigh, shaking her head for a moment before abruptly snapping her gaze to Freddy's. “I'll be riiiiight back~ But while I'm gone, you can play with a friend!”

Without warning she whipped around to dash away through the arcade, her goal known only to herself. For just a second, it seemed like Freddy and his friends' prayers had been answered. That is, until they heard Vanessa shout at the top of her lungs:

“Oh Roooooxyyyyyyy~ Gregory's in the security office, and the power's out! Better go find him before Monty does—you want to make sure you're the best, don't you?”

The mumbling had only raised more questions at Vanessa's strange behavior. But when her whole demeanor changed from agonizing in pain to practically frolicking away to alert the others, Charlie recognized what was happening. Scampering towards Freddy, she raised Gregory up to the bear.

“Put him inside your chest, now!” she begged. “It's her! I recognize the voice now—it's the bunny lady!”

The sound of stampeding, metal feet began to tear straight for them.

“What?!” An incredulous tone could be heard, Roxy flabbergasted that Vanessa would even imply that Monty was better than her. She was the best. An obvious fan favorite!

And she was going to make sure the others knew it. She barreled for the office, feral and growling even as she skidded and slid painfully into the walls.

“Gregory!” Roxy snarled, “Get over here, you snot-nosed punk!”

Freddy knew there was no time for questions, and Michael realized the same. The ghost resisted the urge to argue with Charlie’s instructions, sucking up his personal correlation with shoving a kid into an animatronic’s chest cavity to let the bear do what he needed to. Freddy was safe, and that meant Gregory would be safe, too. Without hesitation Freddy helped Gregory scramble into his surprise compartment, closing the hatch just in time for Roxy to slam into the wall outside the open doorway.

“Roxanne!” Freddy exclaimed, eyes wide at the sight of her in person. Along with the dirt she had a plethora of tiny dents and scratches, presumably from running into things during her frantic search. “What happened to you?!”

“Not the time, Freddy!” Michael reminded with an edge of panic to his voice. “Get Gregory out of here before she figures out where you hid him!”

Freddy stared at Roxy for a moment longer, his face twisted in an expression of genuine hurt and confusion. He hated to see his friends like this—it scared him. Until tonight, Freddy thought it was impossible for him to feel such things as fear…

But that existential crisis was for another time. Michael was right: they had a mission.

Slowly, Freddy began shifting around the wolf, trying not to make any sudden moves that would startle her or give any indication that the child was nearby. Roxy huffed, a simulated sniffing coming from her nose as she glanced around the room in a jittery nature.

“He was here! I just heard him…,” she said, pushing past the Puppet as she inspected the room, practically ignoring Freddy until all hope of finding Gregory had been lost to her.

“Freddy... Buddy, amigo...” She looked to the bear, clasping her paws together as she approached. “You've seen the kid, right? You have to by now. C'mon, help a girl out...”

Charlie already stood in the doorway, making sure the coast was all clear as she motioned just outside Roxanne's line of sight for Freddy to follow her. The wolf’s unsettling appearance, both out of character and alarming, became more apparent the closer she drew.

“Ditch the creepy Puppet! Come hang out with me and help me find that brat!” Roxy begged, yellow eyes desperate for help.

“I... I cannot do that, Roxy,” Freddy replied with a shake of his head. He’d been inching away successfully until the wolf stepped up to him—now she was a bit too close for comfort. Freddy knew she was much faster than him, especially in this virus-induced state, and the last thing he wanted was for her to somehow finagle his stomach hatch open in a frenzy. He just needed to move her a bit and then he could make a break for it.

“You likely will not accept this, but there is something wrong with you,” Freddy continued, gently putting his hands on the wolf’s shoulders. As he spoke he shifted her sideways, ever-so-slowly moving her out of his path. “Something is wrong with all of you—Monty, Chica, even Moon and Officer Vanessa. I am trying to figure it out and return you all to normal, and it would be a great help to me if you would stop trying to pursue the child.”

Freddy’s grip tightened on Roxy’s shoulders. He moved her a little more forcefully, tapping into his animatronic strength just enough to match her resistance. Just a few inches more, and the path would be free.

Roxy's expression turned from one of mild annoyance to complete offense. Her eye's flicked over Freddy's face as if looking for a sign that he was joking.

“What?! There’s nothing wrong with me! I-I'm... I-I—” She stuttered, not for lack of anything to defend herself with verbally, but literally shorting out as she was made to think about her and the rest of the Glamrocks’ actions.

She resisted Freddy’s shifting, trying to push back. But as she glitched, her strength faltered. She was pushed into the desk, a few loose bolts clattering as they toppled to the ground. Before she could explain herself, Freddy and the Puppet were already speeding away.

“W-Wait! Freddy, I'm sorry!” Roxy attempted to call after them. With the child momentarily out of sight and mind, she was granted a minute of lucidity and couldn’t help but feel disgust.

But this quickly faded, as everything did thanks to the malware infecting her very core.

She listened to the voice inside her head that told her to get the child. Her goal was to bring him to the basement without maiming him too much. The rest of the plan was so genius Roxy couldn't even comprehend why they were doing it in the first place.

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Freddy gritted his teeth as he ran, trying to forget that look in Roxy’s eyes. For just a moment she’d been herself again, trying to break through whatever was controlling her. Her apology echoed heavily in Freddy’s mind, and he suddenly had the strange urge to yell out in frustration. He resisted of course, not wanting to alert anyone to their position more than his heavy footsteps already would. Instead he pressed on, thinking of the best path to their next destination.

“The stage!” Freddy exclaimed, falling into step with Charlie. “It will take us directly to Parts & Service. But we need to activate the sound booth first—hopefully there is a showtime disk already in place, but if not we will have to locate one.”

“How hard could that be?” Gregory asked, relieved when he heard a plan coming from the outside of his little enclosure.

Freddy then took the lead, guiding Charlie back through the arcade and El Chips. Soon enough they’d re-emerged in the main atrium and made a beeline for the sound booth. Thankfully it was also on the third floor, not far from their current position.

“Is a showtime disk like a record?” Charlie felt the need to ask, her voice not above a whisper as they curtailed themselves into the booth. Overlooking the stage and all that sat before the concert area, they sat relatively in the open. With the strange sounds emanating from the third floor backrooms, Puppet wanted to get the show started and leave as soon as possible.

“Yes, it is a CD—like a smaller version of a record,” Freddy explained as he rapidly scanned the area. To his great frustration, there was no such item anywhere in sight. “It is not here—we must take the long way around, back through Rockstar Row. Follow me.”

Not wanting to waste time Freddy urged the Puppet to trail after him, adding in a hushed voice as they moved: “We can use Roxy’s service elevator for the time being, although once we return from Parts & Service we can rest in the security office near Rockstar Row—it is accessible with our new clearance level. From my recollection the showtime disks are often stored there as well, so hopefully we can pick one up in case we need to activate the stage lift later.”

Freddy was hesitant to jinx anything, but in a way it seemed like things might be turning in their favor, if only for a moment. Hopefully Charlie was onto something with regards to Michael’s predicament, and this task wouldn’t be fruitless. Although even if it was, at least it would keep Gregory moving. Freddy dreaded the thought of getting cornered again. If Roxy was already this bad, he didn’t want to know what the others were like.

Having watched the head of security change right before their eyes into someone so completely different than before only told Puppet one thing: this virus didn’t just affect robots. It’d been spreading through people as well.

It just went to show how they needed to work together to keep Gregory separated from whatever the hell was going on around the Pizzaplex. This virus, whatever it was, must have something to do with William's return. Should they make it to Parts & Service in one piece, Michael's experience with dealing in his father's villainy would help them immeasurably.

Again they moved, all too scared for now to let Gregory leave Freddy's chest. It would be bad enough if the robots were seen out and about—though to their benefit Freddy's bandmates only seemed interested in human blood and flesh, not metal and oil.

With Rockstar Row in sight and all its residents currently looking high and low in more complex places for their little gang, they snuck in undetected. Through Roxy's more inexplicably damaged backstage room they crept, right as Gregory broke the silence.

“Freddy? Is it safe to come out yet? My legs are cramping!”

Don't think about the meat pretzel..., Gregory mentally noted as a means of staying calm in the tight closed in space for so long.

Freddy winced as a barrage of images suddenly flashed through his mind in response to Gregory's innocent comment. Most flew by too fast to catch, but three kept repeating themselves over and over again:

A smiling little girl with long, red hair, green eyes, and a red bow in her hair...

A clown-themed animatronic Freddy recognized a Circus Baby...

The same animatronic standing exactly as before, though there was a distinct trail of dark, red liquid leaking from her chest cavity.

“Michael, stop!” Freddy exclaimed, jerking his head in an effort to quell the ghost's memories. Whatever those images represented were so painful even Freddy was starting to feel an ache deep in his core.

“O-Oh god, I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to—is Gregory okay?! I don't like the thought of him being uncomfortable in there w-with... with the cramps, and all,” Michael managed to say, reigning in his wayward thoughts. Clearly this wasn't the only issue at hand, but he didn't want to freak Freddy out and somehow cause exactly what he was afraid of happening.

“Yes, he is fine—Gregory, please come out.” Freddy heaved a sigh of relief as they entered Roxy's service elevator and closed the door. He opened his chest cavity and freed the kid while checking his power meter. “I must charge before we progress—there is a station just outside the main area of Parts & Service. We can stop there before going to the warehouse.”

Helping Gregory down from his spot inside of Freddy's torso, Charlie suggested he sit and stretch his legs before they left the lift. Safe Mode may not be the best way for Freddy to be traveling throughout the night in regards to the draining battery power, but it also still might be one of the only things keeping him safe from the virus spreading around.

“Don't worry you guys,” Charlie tried to comfort. “Gregory's a tough kid, right?”

Gregory plopped to the ground, stretching out his legs and reaching halfheartedly towards his toes.

“More like a kid who's about to have a charley-horse...,” he griped in reply.

He was still having a tough time moving past Vanessa's odd behavior from earlier. He knew she was weird, but that smile... It didn't even look like it belonged to her. It was uncanny—as if someone had copied an eerie grin and pasted it over Vanessa's mouth. Not to mention her words, and the way she said them.

It’d begun to hit Gregory too that something was controlling the minds of people along with the animatronics. That wasn't something he could fathom—the idea of losing his mind inside this nightmare was already becoming too real for him to feel comfortable.

Eventually the lift brought them to the hallway leading towards Parts & Service. If one were to peer into the actual workshop and the safety cylinder, the Map Bot Gregory attempted to reprogram was notably gone...

“The entrance to the warehouse is just around the corner from the charging station,” Freddy informed the group as he led the way out of the elevator. He frowned slightly upon seeing the empty cylinder, wondering who exactly moved the defunct robot. “However, I suggest that you—”

“Ehehehe...” A distinct cackle filled the air, and Freddy whipped his head to find a glowing set of red eyes peering out from a dark corner. Moon crouched low to the ground, swaying slightly as he slowly reached one hand up towards a nearby light switch. Before anyone had time to react, the room was plunged into almost complete darkness. “Nighty-niiiiight~”

“Go!” Freddy exclaimed, thankful that Charlie had already scooped Gregory up at the first sign of danger. As the others moved towards safety, Freddy hung back to distract Moon. However, when he turned back the Daycare attendant was already gone from the corner.

“Why the fuck can he crawl on the CEILING?!” Michael screeched as Freddy's eyes roamed up to find Moon literally scuttling upside-down over their heads like some sort of weird, lanky bug.

The bear simply shook his head at Michael's comment, calling out to the Daycare attendant in an attempt to distract him: “Moon! I... I know where to find another child! Come down here and let me tell you!”

Charlie hand to clamp her wiry hand over Gregory's mouth. The last time she tangled with Moon, she ended up in an unconscious heap on the ground with no way to protect anyone. Vanessa had followed them before, and if last time was forewarning then maybe she wasn't far behind.

As they rushed to tuck themselves safely in the recharge station, Charlie and Gregory could only watch in horror at the way Moon moved, lurching and crawling like something from a horror film. If he was made like this, how could any kid sleep with him around?

“Oh, Freddy, Freddy...” Moon paused to stare down at the bear, his static grin impossibly wider than usual. “Don't you know it's naughty to lie? And naughty ones must be punished...”

“What the hell is he—oh no, Freddy, MOVE!” Michael yelled as Moon suddenly released his grip on the ceiling. The animatronic dropped, twisting his body like a cat to land on top of the cylinder with eyes locked on to the bear.

Freddy, however, was starting to struggle.

“I am almost out of battery power,” he murmured as the LOW POWER alert flashed red and ominous across his vision. Apparently, carrying Gregory inside his chest cavity drained him more than he'd initially thought. He spared a glance to the charging pod, then back to Moon. Thankfully, the Daycare attendant didn't seem interested in Gregory at that moment—he was solely focused on Freddy. “Michael... I think he wants me. For what, I do not know, but... are you able to get out?”

"What?! Freddy, I'm not just gonna bail—”

“GET OUT!” Freddy shouted, stumbling backwards as Moon slunk closer. His vision was fading fast, and he knew it was only a matter of seconds before he shut down. As darkness closed in around him, the bear intoned in a sluggish whisper: “Please... You have to... help them... please...”

And then Freddy collapsed in a heap, Moon cackling all the while.

With both fists, Gregory hit the inside of the charging pod in an attempt to open it. He was quickly snatched backwards by Charlie, and they could only listen helplessly as Moon encroached upon Freddy. Charlie had to remind herself that, even if he got out of this in one piece, until the bear was recharged and with Michael attached to him, she'd be the only one to watch Gregory.

Trembling and forced to be silent inside Puppet's arms, Gregory strained to get out and help. Rationally though, he knew there was nothing he could do—and Moon may just in fact tear his new best friend apart.

[1] What’s wrong, funny bunny?

Are they being mean to you?

Show them what happens when they don’t place nice…

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