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Five Nights at Freddy's: Salvaged, Night 22: Machinations

''These Machinations carry on, for years beyond the trauma. It's haunted us, for 30 years, still waiting for the karma. These Machinations near the end, our souls will find their rest, now, it's time to pray, it's time to judge, and say good-bye old friend.''

– Machinations by StardustLegend ft. Eleanor Forte (Five Nights at Freddy's)

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Sam and Springtrap were standing in silence for a few seconds, waiting for the entity to speak again, but there was no follow-up to the earlier comment. Springtrap then looked at Sam.

''So, you heard them too,'' he said, with Sam nodding. ''It seems like your near-death experience with the remnant had another effect on you.''

''It's not a bad thing,'' Sam replied. ''If someone has a problem with you, they will have to deal with me first.''

''That's kind of you, but you shouldn't have to deal with every issue I have to deal with,'' Springtrap told her.

''I don't have a problem with that,'' Sam replied, with Springtrap sighing.

''I should've known you'd say that,'' he said. ''In any case, you should go and rest.''

''Okay,'' Sam said as she sat back on the bed. ''But we're not done with this conversation.''

''Of course not,'' Springtrap said sarcastically, but then gave her an affectionate pat on the head. He then frowned as he thought back to his mental breakdown.

''What's wrong?'' Sam asked, noticing his concerned look.

''I hate to admit it, but I feel like I'm losing myself,'' Springtrap admitted, sitting down next to her.

''I hope you don't mean that you're losing your sanity like before,'' Sam said.

''No, don't worry,'' Springtrap told her, glancing at her. ''I mean, it's not like before, when I decided to just give into my bloodthirst. I'm actually torn between whether to continue like this or just leave.''

''I understand that it's hard, but you have my support,'' Sam said. ''I don't want you to leave.''

''I know. That's why I'm still here,'' Springtrap said.

''Of course you're here because of her. Only not for the reasons she thinks.''

''You're wrong about that,'' Springtrap replied in an annoyed tone. He then glanced at Sam, who nodded.

''Okay, I can hear you too, now,'' Sam told the entity. ''Could you tell me why you believe that Springtrap is here to harm me?''

''Isn't it obvious? He's a murderer and he'll kill you too!''

''No, I won't,'' Springtrap replied. The entity chuckled.

''Keep telling yourself that.''

''Wait,'' Sam interrupted the two. ''Before we continue, who are you? Why are you here? What is your reason for tormenting Springtrap? How come only now I can hear you too? Why don't you show yourself? Do you know-''

''Hey, stop with the questions! I can't answer them all!''

''I'm curious as well,'' Springtrap said, a smug grin on his expression as he realized that that entity was in distress. He also felt relieved now that he didn't have to deal with that entity alone anymore.

''No!''

''Fine,'' Sam said, with Springtrap being a little surprised that she didn't press on. However, knowing her, he was aware that she wouldn't let it go so easily and find another way to get her answers. Sam crossed her legs, leaning over. ''Could you at least tell me why you're targeting William? I mean, I don't mind his presence here.''

''But, you should! He's a bad friend and an evil man.''

Sam glanced at Springtrap, who had a look of guilt on his expression. She tilted her head.

''That may be true, but you're completely ignoring all the times he showed remorse for his actions and actually tried to be a good friend,'' she said, then gave a sour smile. ''Although, he does have issues.''

''That's why he needs to leave! Or do you want to be his next victim?''

''Listen, I appreciate your concern, but you and your friends are not helping at all,'' Sam said, waiting for the entity to answer. They didn't, although Springtrap did gave her a strange look. ''I understand why you hate him, and I'd probably too if I were in your situation. Sorry, Will,'' she added with a look of guilt. Springtrap shook his head.

''It's fine.''

''In any case, you cannot force people to change their mind, or at least, you cannot force me to change my opinion of William,'' Sam continued. She then frowned. ''Also, in case you meet up with your friends again, tell them that I didn't appreciate their offer of me leaving along with them. I get it that you're kids and don't know better, but that was the wrong thing to say, especially to someone who still has the choice to come back.''

''I have no idea what you're talking about,'' the entity replied. ''I'm just here to protect you from him! He isn't honest with you at all!''

''If that's true, then how come that I always explain everything I can to Sam?'' Springtrap interrupted. He then frowned. ''At least, I try to…''

''You don't tell her everything. Besides, you are hiding behind a mask.''

''Ironically, I actually became the mask,'' Springtrap said sarcastically, with Sam looking quite amused.

''I don't think that's funny.'' The entity sounded quite annoyed. ''Don't say I didn't warn you once he hurts you.''

Sam didn't reply, with her and Springtrap waiting in silence in order to see whether the entity had anything else to say. They didn't, with the two feeling that, after their warning, the entity decided to leave the alone. Springtrap then glanced at Sam.

''I had already told you that I don't want to hurt you,'' he said, his ear lowering. ''However, I can't say that they aren't right about me being a bad friend or not quite honest with you.''

''Will, I am aware that there are certain things you hate to talk about. That doesn't mean that you aren't honest with me,'' Sam replied. ''I mean, if I asked you directly about it, would you just shrug it off and lie to me or actually try to explain it the best way you can?''

''Of course I would try to explain it the best way I can,'' Springtrap told her, now a little more confident. However, the confidence crumbled as he felt that whatever he said or did, it just wasn't enough to prove that he was different from his past self. ''Nevertheless, you still have to force an answer out of me and even then, you do it based on an assumption.''

''True…'' Sam muttered. ''Is there something you want to tell me? Don't worry, I won't get angry at you if you wanted to keep it a secret.''

''It is not exactly a secret, but I actually never specified how I discovered remnant. I mean, you, and now Emma, know that I found out about it because of the murders,'' Springtrap explained.

''However, there's more to it, right?'' Sam said. Springtrap nodded.

''Of course, this is also partially speculation on my part, but I do believe that there's some evidence behind my theories,'' he added. ''After all, it was already proven that remnant does tie a soul to a body.''

''Yeah, like with Mike,'' Sam said, only for her expression to darken. ''Or what happened to me.''

''Sam, you died…''

''I don't think I really did die,'' Sam interrupted him. ''I mean, it's not like my heart suddenly stopped beating, else the hospital staff would've been alarmed. I believe that, while my body didn't cease to function, my soul probably did detach itself from it, at least for a brief time.''

''That's where you met my former victims, right?'' Springtrap said, looking rather anxious. His eyes glowed purple. Still, they had left, didn't they. Why would they even want to come back? Unless…

''Considering that they knew I was friends with you and hated you, yeah,'' Sam said. ''However, that's not the issue here.''

''You mentioned that they wanted you to leave and that you refused…'' Springtrap's eyes flared purple as he realized something. ''You had the opportunity to come back, didn't you? However, they wanted you to leave with them, meaning you would've died for good if you had agreed.''

''It seems so,'' Sam said, leaning back against the pillow on her bed. ''While remnant did cause me entering that state, it was also the only thing tying my soul to my body. I mean, imagine a soul as a balloon. The string you're holding is remnant.''

''Still, why would they even tell you to leave? It's not like you were trapped or anything like that,'' Springtrap said.

''I guess that they consider being friends with you a fate worse than death,'' Sam replied, with Springtrap frowned. She gave him a sympathetic look. ''Well, the only experience they had with you was death, while I got introduced to an animatronic who is a dork with some serious psychological issues and haunted by the soul of a broken man and murderer. I got the opportunity to know you, and they're not happy about that.''

''Why would they? I don't deserve any sympathy,'' Springtrap said, glancing at Sam curiously. ''Still, you refuse to give up on me.''

''That's the main reason why I didn't want to leave with them,'' Sam replied. Springtrap felt warmth spreading through his chest, glad to hear that. ''However, that doesn't mean that one of them didn't follow you back.''

''So, you think that that entity we just spoke to and who was tormenting me the whole time was a kid I had murdered before?'' Springtrap asked.

''It would make sense. I mean, who else would hate you so much that they would want continue with the torture, whether you deserved it or not,'' Sam said.

''Believe me, Sam, I did deserve it,'' Springtrap said, then sighed, lowering his head. ''Even if they only had their souls trapped inside the animatronics, I still put them through torture.''

''Yeah, and you payed for that,'' Sam said in a stern tone. Springtrap looked up at her, noticing the determined look on her expression. ''It would've been understandable if your former victims, not even those children, but someone like Henry as well, went after you because you refuse to change, but that is not the case here. You have shown remorse and the desire to at be a better person. It frustrates me that they are still clinging to the idea of a murderer in a bunny costume trying to gain my trust only to kill me in my sleep.''

''The only problem with that is that I nearly killed you while you were asleep,'' Springtrap pointed out bitterly. Sam rolled her eyes, looking irritated.

''It's not like you wanted to do that,'' she said in a dry tone.

''Still, this doesn't excuse my actions,'' Springtrap said as he stood up, walking over to the middle of the room and turning to her. ''When it comes to my past, I knew what I was doing. I knew what I wanted. Other people's lives meant very little to me, even that of my family. There's no way to sugarcoat it.'' He pointed at himself. ''Death was all I ever knew. I told you already that I wanted to kill because it made me feel better, as misery loves company. Only after I had took down that path had I discovered that there's a possibility for me to attain what is practically immortality. So, not only did I take people's lives, I also messed with their souls.'' His eyes flared purple. ''The remnant you're familiar with, it can only be formed when a soul has already attached itself to an animatronic. I don't know whether there's a way to artificially create it, but believe me, I didn't care. Brutal murder was the easiest way to achieve that.''

''You said that you used to be a technician…'' Sam said in a quiet tone. Springtrap lowered his head, with a look of disgust on his expression.

''Let's just say that repairing the animatronics wasn't the only thing I had done. I had figured that I could extract remnant and that I could use it to tie a soul to an animatronic much easier, or maybe even transfer the consciousness from one animatronic to another,'' he said. ''I don't know whether that process hurt them, but considering I had to often operate at higher temperatures so the substance would become malleable, and the fact that remnant breaks when heated excessively, I can only assume that it was agonizing.''

He thought back to the Fazbear Fright fire, as well as the inferno that finally managed to send his soul to Hell. While he could sense the heat chipping pieces of remnant away from him, eventually completely consuming him, he was more focused on finding an exit. He didn't want to part with the mortal realm yet. He looked at Sam, surprised that there was no look of hatred on her expression as he expected it to be. However, she showed no pity either. Instead, she looked just disappointed, not approving his actions.

''You know, if decided to turn up the temperature past the acceptable, you could've freed their souls,'' Sam said, turning to him as she sat on the edge of her bed.

''Which would've made the remnant completely useless,'' Springtrap replied. ''I told you already, people suffer because of my selfish desires, no matter whether I care about them or not. There's no way of escaping it.'' He walked over, crouching in front of her, his eyes glowing in a soft purple. ''Honestly, what I fear the most is that you'd hate me for what I had done, but I had expected that to happen the moment I decided to tell you everything. After all, you said that I need to do something terrible for that to happen, yet despite what I tell you, you never showed any sign that you loathe me. Hell, you even met my former victims who made it clear that if anything, I'm not the person you expect me to be. I have no disregard for human life, having coldly planned their deaths out and carried on with whatever I considered to be beneficial for me. So, why do you insist so much on defending me from others and from myself? Why don't you hate me?''

''William, let me make one thing clear – I had expected you to be much worse than this,'' Sam said.

''What do you mean?'' Springtrap stared at her in surprise.

''Considering everything you told me and everything I knew about you, I expected you to be some kind of predatory madman who lured children away from their families just for the sheer pleasure of taking someone's life. I expected you to be someone who deserves to be tortured for all eternity, someone who would never find any salvation. I expected you to manipulate and murder me the moment I showed any signs of trust towards you. I believed that you would eventually show just how much of a monster you are. You did not,'' Sam said, frowning. ''You were honest with me, you tried to explain to me what you did and why you did that, you told me that you wanted to change, at least a bit. You grew upset when I got hurt, because you were genuinely worried about me and because you cared about me. You showed remorse for what you had done and you tried to atone for it by becoming my friend and making me feel better. Even if I wanted to hate you, I couldn't because you completely failed to show me what a monster you are.''

Springtrap stared at her, shocked, while Sam smiled, looking quite satisfied.

''So, you are left now with two options,'' Sam continued. ''You can either live in fear that I would eventually start to hate you because of what you had done in the past, or you could accept the fact that, while the past will always have an effect on the present, it doesn't mean that it will affect everything. In this case, while it is true that I do believe that you deserved to be thrown into your own personal Hell for what you had done in the past, I don't think that you deserve to suffer so much because you are trying to become a better person.''

''You're so stubborn,'' Springtrap told her, honestly having no idea what else to say. ''Thank you.''

''My pleasure,'' Sam replied, smiling.

''Tsk, even if he failed to show you that he is a monster, he still is one because of what he had done in the past.''

Sam frowned, looking rather annoyed. She stood up, looking around, with Springtrap standing next to her.

''I know that you're right, and assuming that you heard what I said, does it really make you feel better that you're torturing someone who was given a second chance?'' Sam asked. ''Not only that, but, assuming that you were indeed one of William's victims, shouldn't have finally moved on and put your own soul to rest? You and your friends got what you wanted! William's my problem now, not yours!''

''First, yeah,'' the entity replied, sounding quite annoyed. ''Second, he deserves the torture! I don't want you to become his next victim!''

''So, you admit to be one of missing kids?'' Sam asked, a sly smile on her expression. The entity was silent, obviously not wanting to answer the question. ''So, I was right all along.''

''So what if you were?''

''Well, it gives me a better understanding of your motives,'' Sam explained. ''I get it that you don't want more victims, but you chose the wrong way to make that message clear. I mean, you could've warned me instead of tormenting William, and causing him to hallucinate and lash out at me.''

''It still worked,'' the kid said dryly.

''It did not,'' Sam replied in a deadpan tone. ''But, seriously, why don't you leave? You should be free to go. Why are you still here? I mean, isn't being free what you wanted? Rest your own soul and leave the demon to his demons. There's nothing you can do to change this situation.''

''It doesn't matter. I still want to see him suffer.''

Sam then gave Springtrap a sympathetic gaze.

''I don't think you'd get rid of this kid so easily,'' she said.

''I know,'' Springtrap muttered, only to wince when he heard the kid giggle. Even though I escaped Hell, it still followed me.

xXx

Done.

Connor was staring at Quentin's endoskeleton, before reaching for the head and putting it back on the hedgehog animatronic. The animatronic remained dormant, with Connor smiling in satisfaction. He was just done upgrading all of the animatronics, telling the manager that it was just a safety precaution. After all, Ricky's couldn't afford more accidents, could it?

Connor remember how just a day ago, a detective and a police officer showed up to question everyone again about Bella's disappearance. He couldn't really offer them more information other than the fact that when he saw her the last time, she was still standing alone in the rain. After all, they wouldn't understand him if he just told them what really happened.

''But, you and your friends understand me, don't you?'' Connor told Quentin. ''We are not letting more of those accidents happen, are we? Of course, that doesn't mean that we won't get rid off those who don't understand just how lucky they are to be here.''

He then put the battery back into the animatronic, dragging him outside the room and leaving to roam the location. He then closed the door, glancing at the costume on the table. In about half an hour, it would be his turn to roam through the building as Ricky, so he had plenty of time to prepare.

He reached for his pocket, looking at his smartphone and scrolling through the newspaper articles he downloaded. All of them were about Freddy's, but he didn't really have the time to go through all of them. He was actually impatient to finally start the night shift, as he'd be left alone, allowed to finally take his time to proceed with his plans.

xXx

''Do you think we should tell Emma about the effects remnant had on you?'' Springtrap asked Sam. The two were in the kitchen, with Sam having gotten hungry and making herself a sandwich, while Springtrap was leaned against the kitchen counter, his arms crossed.

''You mean the fact that I was in Limbo or the fact that I'm now able to hear spirits?'' Sam replied.

''Preferably, the latter,'' Springtrap said, shuddering. He didn't want to see Emma's reaction concerning the former.

''I think we should keep quiet about it, at least for now,'' Sam said, putting the sandwich into the microwave. ''She will find about it eventually, but it I think it would be better if she finds out about it once everything quiets down.''

''You're right, but I don't think that her reaction will be less bad than it would be if we told her now,'' Springtrap said. ''If you want to tell her about it, feel free to do it,'' Sam said, shrugging.

''I never said that I would,'' Springtrap protested.

''I know. Only a few are brave enough to face my mother's wrath and live to tell the tale,'' Sam said. Springtrap couldn't figure out whether she was teasing him or was completely serious about it.

''To be honest, I have met a lot of parents, but none of them ever managed to intimidate me the way Emma did,'' he said.

''Really, what did they say?'' Sam asked him, taking the sandwich out of the microwave.

''The usual, like, if a kid tripped and scraped their knee, that they would sue the restaurant for negligence – despite the fact that there was a sign that said in huge, bold letters that parents are responsible for their children and that the restaurant isn't liable for whatever happens to them,'' Springtrap explained as they went to the living room. ''Considering that most of them wanted to see the manager, you can imagine that I was the one who had to deal with all those bloody idiots who just pretended that they were worried about their precious snowflakes, but in reality wanted free food or money.''

Sam noted the bitterness in Springtrap's tone. It was more than obvious that he hated dealing with entitled people.

''I hope they didn't win any lawsuits,'' Sam said as they sat down on the couch.

''They didn't, mostly because I made sure that they wouldn't. I kept the footage with me, pointed out that there were more than enough warning signs and that the kid and their parents were at fault for not following the rules,'' Springtrap explained. ''Of course, after Henry and I left and the management set up by Fazbear Entertainment stepped up, things went out of control. While I am responsible for most of it, the new management was also quite incompetent.''

''Yeah, they would just cover up everything rather than investigate,'' Sam added. ''Hopefully, the new Freddy's location will survive.''

''Considering I'm the only murderous animatronic left and I'm more interested in spending time with you, they might,'' Springtrap said. ''Unless they mess something up.''

''Well, I don't have high hopes,'' Sam said, giving him an eager look. ''Anyways, do you have any more stories from when you still worked at the Freddy's franchise before its downfall? I'd like to hear more.''

''Of course I have,'' Springtrap said, relaxing a little. He didn't mind complaining about his former patrons and rest assured, he had met some crazy people during his time as the manager. ''There was this lady who complained about a teenager not wanting to take her order and demanded that he should be fired. The only problem was that the teen didn't work at the restaurant. Not only that, but the lady must've been quite stupid, or blind, since she didn't notice that he wasn't wearing the uniform and nametag typical for the staff. Also, another employee had approached us and said that he tried to get the lady's attention, but instead she went for the teen that was standing right next to him.''

''How can someone be so dumb?'' Sam chuckled.

''Search me,'' Springtrap said. ''She started screeching at me for lying and covering for lazy employees, so I kicked her out. If you want to behave like an entitled idiot, be my guest, but I'm not going to let that happen at my restaurant.''

''Was anyone else with her?'' Sam asked.

''Apparently, her son was with her, but went for the arcades and didn't notice that she was gone until he came searching for her. It seemed that this wasn't the first time that happened, as he didn't show any reaction when he was told why his mother left,'' Springtrap added. ''Another incident that I remember involved a family, with the mother wanting a discount, because, and I quote, 'I know the owner. We're really good friends and he always gives me a discount and a free desert for my family.'.''

''Oh, God, she just had to pull the 'I know the owner' card,'' Sam said, grinning. ''How did this one play out?''

''The employee wasn't sure whether that was true, so she got me to handle the situation. That lady still demanded free food and, when I told her she wouldn't get any, she threatened that I would get fired for being so rude since she knows the owner. You should've seen the faces her family made when I told them that, actually, I was the owner and that I had never seen her before in my life,'' Springtrap said, grinning. ''Apparently, they had no idea that she was lying and actually apologized on her behalf.''

''At least you got a good ending out of that one,'' Sam said, chuckling.

''Unfortunately, this wasn't my only 'I know the owner' story,'' Springtrap said. ''Once I figured that this was happening more often than I thought, I decided to try out different responses. The most memorable was the guy who told us that he knew that the owner's name is Freddy, which I sincerely doubt, unless Henry or I unknowingly changed our names.''

Sam burst out laughing, with Springtrap being glad to see her like this, enjoying their interaction. He was actually interested in telling her more stories, as long as he could keep her happy.

''I'm surprised that you even had the patience to deal with those people,'' Sam said.

''I had to have the patience to deal with them, because Henry wouldn't,'' Springtrap said. ''While he was fine talking to customers, the moment he saw that there would be trouble, he would claim he was busy and let me deal with it. While he would try to make up for it, noting that I was much better with solving such problems, I would still be bitter because of the lack of support. It was getting annoying after a while.''

''I guess that he wasn't really good with confrontation,'' Sam said, shrugging.

''Now that I think about it, he wasn't, but it seems that he grew out of it,'' Springtrap replied, crossing his arms and leaning back on the couch. ''In any case, I could go on forever about what kind of crazy people I had to deal with.''

''Sadly, entitled people will always exist. You'd think that, when reading articles on sites like Reddit, that they are a species of their own, joined by other people like religious nutcases, hardcore conspiracy theorists and anti-vaxxers,'' Sam said. ''Not to mention, they are also good candidates for the Darwin Award. To quote Dr. House: 'Darwin says: let him die'.'' There was a small pause, with her adding, ''He also taught me that it's never lupus.''

''I… guess you're right,'' Springtrap said, looking a little puzzled about the reference. Sam just grinned. ''So, do you have any other plans for today?''

''Well,…'' Sam fidgeted. ''I know that after this experience, it is probably a bad idea to go back, but I really do want to return to Circus Baby's. I'm still not done with that location.''

''I should've expected that you would say that,'' Springtrap said. ''However, I doubt that Emma would allow you to leave just like that.''

''She said that I'd be allowed to go if I didn't show any signs of fatigue, didn't she?''

Sam and Springtrap exchanged questioning looks, not sure about Emma's reaction about their plans. While they hoped for a positive outcome, they had a bad feeling about this.

xXx

''So, how do you feel?'' Emma asked Sam, placing her hand on Sam's forehead. It was evening and Emma had just gotten back from work.

''I'm fine,'' Sam replied. ''You can ask Springtrap if you want.''

''Did anything happen?'' Emma looked at Springtrap, with the latter trying to hide the anxiety he felt.

''No, she didn't show any signs of getting worse. It seems that it was just a fever,'' he said.

''Oh, really? Then, why are you two looking so nervous?'' Emma crossed her arms, glaring at both of them.

''Well, I wanted to ask you if I'm not grounded anymore,'' Sam said, giving Emma a sheepish look. Emma looked at her suspiciously, as if contemplating to extend Sam's punishment. She then smiled.

''No, you aren't grounded anymore,'' she said, with Sam looking relieved.

''Awesome! May I borrow the car?''

''No.''

Sam stared at her mother, stunned.

''Why not?''

''We agreed that you're free to go wherever you want, but I never said anything about borrowing you the car,'' Emma explained, twirling the keychain with the car keys around her finger. ''If you want to go somewhere, you will have to go by foot, use your bicycle or public transport.'' She shook her head. ''Did you really think that I wouldn't figure out where you would go once I lift your punishment?''

Sam bit her lip, knowing that she should've expected that. Springtrap was rather awestruck by Emma's move, realizing that she actually thought this out. By refusing to give Sam the car, she also denied them access to the Machinations Factory and Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rental. It was quite simple, but now they couldn't carry on with their investigation.

''So, is there anything else you need?'' Emma turned to Sam.

''No…'' Sam said in a defeated tone, then went towards the stairs. She understood that her mother meant well and feared that she might get hurt again, but she was still disappointed about it. Springtrap glanced at Emma, who seemed to be upset about Sam's reaction.

''Honestly, I don't want her to leave now,'' Emma told him, a little defensive. ''Maybe later.''

''I understand why you told her that,'' Springtrap said. ''Still, you said that she was free to go, right?''

''Yes…'' Emma looked confused. Springtrap grinned.

''I think I know just the right place that would cheer her up, is quite close and where she certainly wouldn't get herself accidentally hurt,'' he said. Emma gave him a curious look, then sighed.

''I hope you know what you're doing,'' she said.

''I assure you, you don't have worry about this,'' Springtrap said confidently, his eyes glowing purple.

xXx

Connor stared at the cameras, observing the animatronics as they were roaming around. As he approached them, they instantly went after him, believing him to be an intruder, which was exactly what he expected. After all, he was supposed to make Ricky's safer. However, he had made an additional upgrade.

He noticed Dahlia going towards his office, and pulled out an earpiece, putting it in his ear and turning it on. He took a deep breath and opened the door, with Dahlia suddenly turning towards him and reaching for him.

''Stop!'' he commanded, with Dahlia suddenly stopping. She stood in front of him, as if waiting for his next order. Connor grinned. He had programmed them to follow only a few simple orders, but he was quite satisfied with the results.

Not to mention, he figured that his old partner would be proud of his achievements.

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