A/N: And this one gets written on the 20th! Hmmm... you guys must hate me at this point! Don't worry, I hate myself more.

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When Mike woke up in the morning, the sun wasn't even on the horizon yet. Through the window he could see that sky was getting slightly lighter at one end, but... it would take a while for the sun to rise.
He was still resting next to Simon, a decision he did indeed regretted already.
Just... the amount of warmth was scary. Being close to someone was scary.
With a deep sigh he carefully slipped out of the sheets into the cold, making a small hissing noise as the cold air hit his skin. Thankfully he was already used to that sensation and most certainly used to leave the bed anyway. Lying around always ended up in him getting angry and making him think of all his past mistakes.
Simon was still sleeping, thank fuck for that.
Without any real motivation he began walking around the small place, searching for anything interesting.
Before he never had the patience to do so, but now he actually acknowledged how barren and simple the place was. Definitely not made for having people over, but... it was surprisingly... roomy. Even if most rooms were nothing more than dusty places with covered furniture.
It felt more like a haunted house in those early hours of the morning and you would expect the sheets suddenly raising up and... who fucking knows, silverware to attack. Mike would have to ask why the fuck Simon was living in this place.
The only place remotely appearing used was the kitchen and it was... also pretty sterile. A used pan was all sitting on the stove, but there was nothing else.
For some reason, this unsettled the Guard. What did Simon make that seemingly either required nothing but a pan or somehow convinced the man to clean up everything else EXCEPT the pan. It didn't make sense! If you were already cleaning your fucking dishes, why leave the fucking PAN sitting there, dirty? Did he planned on making something else with it and forgot?
Wait, why did he give a shit?
Why was it irritating him so much?
Because it didn't make any sense!
BUT IT DIDN'T FUCKING MATTER!
BUT IT WAS REALLY WEIRD!
FOR FUCK'S SAKE!
HOW ABOUT YOU DO SOMETHING FUCKING USEFUL AND COOK EGGS?!
THEY ALWAYS START BURNING!
THEN FUCKING CONCENTRATE!
I THINK THERE'S MORE TO COOKING EGG THAN CONCENTRATING!
HOW WOULD YOU FUCKING KNOW, YOU NEVER FUCKING TRIED ANYTHING IN YOUR LIFE, YOU LITTLE SHIT!
I CAN AND WILL FIGHT YOU!
NO YOU FUCKING CAN'T YOU IMBICILE!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
With that he pulled out a few eggs and tried to remember how to make proper scrambled eggs, a feat surprisingly even possible for a numbnut like him!
It took him until he finished making it that he asked himself why the fuck he did this. He wasn't even hungry.
Maybe he should wake up Simon and ask him if he wanted it...
OH GEE, WHAT THE FUCK ELSE WOULD YOU DO, LET IT STAND THERE AND GET COLD!?
YEAH, MAYBE I WILL, FUCK YOU!
BUT WHY WOULD YOU, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT, IT WOULD MAKE NO SENSE!
WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING KILL YOURSELF!?
DOESN'T WORKING AT FREDDY'S COUNT AS THAT!?
Growling to himself he located the knives and forks and brought the stuff to Simon's bedside, the guy could probably use something to eat when he woke up.
So... should he... wake him up...?
A sudden noise caught his attention. It was a weird mechanical clicking.
Curious he followed the noise out of the room... it came from one of the windows.
Or... not?
Huh.
There was something moving out there.
The sounds were subtle, yet very distinct against the distant chirping of the birds and the sound of wind in the branches.
Morning time was always filled with an incredible tension for Mike. The whole world felt as if it was getting ready for the daily routine, the first cars began driving, the first bits of sunlight hit the earth, heating up the cold ground, the first people entered the street to get the things they needed.
It was also the time when dreams turned into nightmares and if you were lucky enough to wake up before hell breaks loose, you wipe the cold sweat from your forehead and ask yourself why you can't escape those fears.
Funnily enough the clicking reminded him about something he would hear in his nightmares.
But in which one of them?
He had so many...
Shaking off his weird trance-like state, he opened the window and let the cold morning air in, to lean outside and look around.
Nothing.
It was silent.
Wait- what happened to the birds?
Shivering for no good reason, he closed the window again, uncertain if he still wanted to know what that clicking had been-
BANG BANG BANG!
Somebody-
Something
- was knocking on the front door with an incredible strength.
Grabbing his flashlight-bat, the man slowly crept up to the entrance, ready to attack whatever was behind there and kill it in the most effective way he knew how to- by bashing whatever was operating it into mush. In most cases that was the brain.
OH, shut the fuck up, you haven't ever killed a man.
Well, TECHNICALLY-
Technically, yeah. But neither Vincent, nor Orange counted as human.
Fair enough.
Can we get back to whatever demon stands outside there now?
Yes, right.
Very slowly he bridged the rest of the distance and peeked through the peephole of the door, being greeted with...
Nothing.
Rubbing his face, he began asking himself if he was hallucinating. Would be pretty harmless, honestly.
At least there were no corpses this time.
Suddenly, a hand touched his back and made him freeze up.
This wasn't real.
This wasn't real.
This wasn't real-
"M-Mike? Are you okay?"
Turning around, he suddenly felt retarded, it was only Simon, giving him a worried look. "Yeah... just tripping. The usual."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to... interrupt you?"
"HMMM, YEAH, FUCK YOU, I LOVE MY TRIPS! HALLUCINATIONS ARE MY FAVORITE! I AM SOOOO DISAPPOINTED!"
"A-ah, please calm down! I'm sorry!"
"You better fucking be..." Mike rubbed his face, scanning Simon, trying to figure out if the man felt alright again. "You're up early."
There was no expression. "Mike, for heck's sake, usually I'm up WAY earlier. Usually I only get to put a cable into the back of my head to get energized... also, I got breakfast!"
"... Was it good?"
"I never knew a human being was CAPABLE to fail at making scrambled eggs. This was an eye-opening experience and I'm really thankful I got that. Could you make some more?"
"If you explain to me why the fuck the pan was the only used thing in your kitchen, maybe."
Confused Simon tilted his head. "What...?"
"Alright, different question, I thought you barely have any money, how the fuck do you live in a real house?"
"Easy, I- uh..." The guy frowned. "It's from the company. From all I could gather it was pretty cheap anyway, because it's haunted or something... all those people who built on it died, all the previous owners died and it's surrounded by a giant scary forest. Needless to say that it isn't really... high in demand. Maybe the company just really wants to get rid of me, but I can honestly not care... for all the time living here, I had no problem for all the time I've been here. Admittedly I don't really spend a lot of time in here, but..."
"How many places can be fucking haunted in this world?! HOW MANY SOULS CAN BE STUCK TO THIS SHITSTAIN OF A REALITY?!"
"Again, I'm pretty sure this place actually ISN'T haunted. I know a haunted place when I see one and this place is just depressing. There are quite a few animals in the area on the other hand... sometimes they try to get in I think."
"And you're just... okay with it?"
"It isn't much different from a usual workday."
Fair enough. "So... that knocking was real?"
"Uh... I'm not sure, I haven't heard anything to be perfectly honest... but I was somewhat distracted by your masterpiece of a dish that almost costed my life."
"Screw you! Fucking say it was bad and get over it!"
"I wouldn't call it bad, it brought me to another plane of existence-"
"SHUT UP!" It didn't really bother him that his food was called bad, after all he never fucking cooked, but that his friend was constantly mentioning it was driving him up the walls. "We have a bit more important things to do than keep talking about the same shit! What about work?"
"It's amazing how enthusiastic you become about work, once you dislike a certain topic."
"It's amazing how fucking sarcastic you've become, once you stopped giving a shit."
"Yeah, about right." The Phone Guy yawned. "I'm going to take a shower, please don't break anything."
The man turned away and left, before Mike even got the chance to ask him how the fuck that man managed to shower with that head. Too bad. Anyway, not breaking anything for ten minutes or something. No problem.
Only a small problem.
Restless he wandered around, before finally sitting down on the sofa in front of a rather small TV. They watched documentaries all day yesterday, the most retarded thing he's ever done. Why would he care about the wander-routes that wolfs take?!
He didn't, but seemingly Simon. Or at least he argued that it managed to relax him.
And no, Mike didn't tried to argue with him he wasn't that much of a fucking cunt. Though at the point that they came to the documentary about why the fuck colors existed, he almost dozed off, so... there was some truth in it apparently.
Fucking hell, the only thing remotely interesting were those about ancient predators, because fucking hell was it BRUTAL!
NOTHING WAS AS GREAT AS SEEING GIANT LIZARDS TEAR EACH OTHER APART! BAM, GIANT LIZARD GETS EATEN BY OTHER GIANT LIZARD, BUT THEN ANOTHER GIANT LIZARD COMES OUT OF THE WATER AND-
Again, frantic knocking.
Groaning Mike stood up. Either he checked on his hallucination to make it hopefully fuck off or he would hear that knocking for the rest of his day.
To his surprise there was ACTUALLY someone there, namely Orange, having an alarmed expression. Since he wouldn't stop knocking, Mike finally gave in and opened the door. "What the fuck do you want-!"
"HAVEYOUSEENALICE?!" The man jumped right at him.
"Fuck no! Why would I know where that fucking cancer is?! Probably at the restaurant, trying to kill Jerry like the fucking monster she is?"
"Ooooooh... right... that could be!" Completely relaxed again, Old Sport jumped back and cheerful looked around. "What a neat place? Where's the Phoney?"
"Showering...?"
"Owww, wild night?"
"Do you consider documentaries as wild?" Mike didn't even give a shit at this point, not willing to let him irritate him.
"Fuck, he got the DOCUMENTARIES out? Spicy, I never expected you two to be THAT filthy! Remind me to never touch any of you two ever again."
"Yes, PLEASE. Could you now leave?"
"Nah." Completely ignorant of Mike's annoyance the man entered and looked around. "Really, I'd live here!"
"But you DON'T so FUCK OFF! What do you even WANT?!"
"Welp, you're gonna come to work, right? We could walk together~!"
"Just spill it. What the fuck is your problem? Did you have a fight with Dave or what?"
"No...?" His voice sounded incredible innocent.
"If you're planning anything stupid, I swear to god-"
"Okay, okay, I'm curious! How's Phoney doing now that his head got opened? Is he... is he okay?"
"Don't tell me you're fucking worried, I'd be more than disgusted with such a blatant lie."
"Worried is a broad word..." Old Sport tried to weasel around it, feeling called out. "I AM actually a bit worried about him! Mostly curious though. I... there was only once I met a Phone Guy that almost remembered what he had been before, but..."
"But?"
"We all got off track..."
"We all?"
"Mike, for fuck's sake, leave me alone!" Apparently that he was sensitive to that topic, making this situation even more suspicious.
"Feel free to leave at any fucking time!"
Their senseless bickering was finally interrupted by Simon, who now fully ready joined them at the door. "Employees? What is going on?"
"Old Sport came up to fuck around." Mike sounded only annoyed.
"I didn't!" Insulted the man crossed his arms. "I only wanted to check on you... and since you're back up, we could walk together!"
Phone Guy stared a while before nodding. "Sounds reasonable. Are you ready to get going, Mike?"
Baffled his friend glanced at him, but some sort of nervous energy pushed his need to argue aside. It was highly unlikely that Old Sport actually planned something bad, it... he hadn't before.
Also, he needed to get back to the establishment.
Check on it.
"I'll be ready in a minute." Quickly he ran off to put on his shoes and join them outside.
For another moment the headless and the soulless stared at each other.
"Stop making Mike so uncomfortable."
Instantly Orange Guy took note of the slightly colder undertones in his voice. "It's not like I'm doing it on purpose... he needs a thicker skin. Hey, so... how are you feeling?"
"What do you expect? I was Springlocked, I lost- I lost a LOT and just yesterday I was ALLOWED to realize it."
Sympathetic Old Sport smiled. "It will get better. Eventually."
"Is that all what you wanted? I don't need sympathy from a psychopath."
"Ah, Phoney! You're now one of us, I'd be careful what I say!"
Quick, loud steps announced Mike return and the Orange Guy decided that it was the PERFECT moment to change topic to something more cheerful!
"Did you see yesterday's camera feed?! There were again THE BEST expressions, once you come to the part where Freddy-"
They started walking and Mike looked up at the clear sky, wondering how Jerry did. It's kind of screwed if he thought about it. In his job, it would be totally normal to simply say goodbye to a co-worker at evening and never see him again, because he got torn apart by a group of killer robots.
Somehow, he suddenly felt a sting of sympathy for Simon and all the other Phone Guys that were working in such a position. No wonder they had such a hard time to treat his employees as people and not as disposable objects.
Maybe he wouldn't care about people either when they would disappear on him on a regular basis.
For a while he spaced out.
God, he hoped the boy wasn't dead or traumatized.
The kid didn't deserve that.

Jeremy had passed a night that he wouldn't call traumatizing, but... difficult.
Not that he really expected anything from the new animatronics... except maybe an explanation?
Oh, they didn't want to hurt him, of that he was sure. Freddy went as far as announcing his attacks, making it OBVIOUS that deep down the bear didn't want him to get attacked.
Foxy and Ballora were also fairly easy to keep in check and maybe if they would get the lamps at the doors back, it would be even easier! So, he should ask his boss about that.
The only problem was Baby... she frantically changed positions, always ready to attack. Vent, right, left, nothing was safe from her and he had to continuously check the camera in order to figure out where she went to and how long he had to keep the door closed.
Thankfully Marion was with him. He had taken over to check Funtime Freddy, even closing the doors on his own.
Yes, if it hadn't been for him, Jeremy could have gotten seriously hurt on night one alone!
...
... but why?
Deep down it bothered him.
Why did the animatronics do this?
Why would they try to get into the office like this?
His gut told him to kill and stuff him.
Everyone else seemed to be under the same impression.
But WHY?
They weren't glitching, they were intelligent, sentient robots, they didn't even strike him as angry.
Christ, one of them even EXPLAINED how to get past them!
So... why do it in the first place?
Baby just smiled at him when he asked, putting a hand on his shoulder and telling him that sometimes things just are the way they are.
Jeremy was neither stupid, nor unobservant. Only willfully ignorant.
As the clock chimed, he stayed in his seat, staring at the small Ballerina on his table, who was applauding him cheerfully, all hints of aggression lost.
Could it be a part of oneself to kill?
Could harming other creatures... not out of hatred... be something someone would do? Harming other people, not for the harm it cause, but for the impulse alone be... a thing?
"T-The Birthday BOI sur-survived!" Ecstatic the giant marshmallow bear entered the room, moving towards the young Guard for a hug, but was stopped by a very angry Marionette.
Do not dare to touch him!
"Aw-w-w c-come on! I just want a- want a- want a HUG!"
Jeremy smiled. "It's okay, Marion, don't worry." He closed in and snuggled the machine that screeched in happiness.
This machine wasn't a monster. None of them were.
They weren't killer either.
But... why then...?
Maybe they... didn't know there was another way? They couldn't understand that... there was more? That the actions they took had an effect?
They haven't killed anyone.
Not yet.
And they wouldn't.
Because he and the other Guards were here.
Suddenly, a giant yawn forced itself out and Ballora, who had entered as well to congratulate him, shook her head. "Let him go, Freddy. He needs sleep."
"B-But I don't- don't- don't wanna!"
"Freddy."
"O-kay-y..." Unhappy the bear let his victim go, who simply giggled and stumbled away. "I- I'm somehow r-really happy-happy-happy that h-he's still AROUND!"
"And I am sure it will stay like that for quite a while."
"D-did you know?! Even f-father likes-likes-likes him so much, he a-already made a suit- suit- suit!"
"Yes, I know."
"Not e-even I w-wanna eat him! I-I can't wait-wait for him to be-become FAMILY!"
Ballora put her hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down. "Give it time. Now leave and charge up please, before you and Bonbon get tired while doing your show."
"B-but I wanna take care- take care- take care of the BIRTHDAY BOY!"
"He only survived a night, that doesn't make him a birthday boy."
"But he can- can- can CELEBRATE!"
"He can celebrate later. Go and rest." With a gentle sternness she pushed him out of the office and thankfully Freddy didn't argue any further, since he also actually felt exhausted.
The morning time passed quietly like that... one might say that morning was the safest to be at Circus Baby's... or any Freddy's to be honest.
So, when the three Guards entered none of them expected the sudden scream and an attack from above, even though they should have expected it.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLD SPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORT!" The Orange Guy was smashed. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! YOU DISAPPEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARED!"
Dave had pinned his friend down and was nuzzling him like a lost dog that just was reunited with its owner.
Old Sport couldn't help but grin at that enthusiasm. Really... Dave was the only one ever being HAPPY to see him. "I've just been looking for Alice, but she's only been pestering Jeremy!"
"DON'T DISAPPEAR ON ME! I HATE THAT!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, how can I make it up?" This was sure to end up in something fairly entertaining.
"You know how to make my heart pound, don't cha?" Dave gave him a wide smile.
"Aw, shut your mouth eggplant. What do you want to do?"
For a while Dave stayed quiet, staring at his friend and partner, seemingly lost in thought. Apparently he was actually hesitant about this one. "You know... follow me, Old Sport!"
Suddenly he jumped up and dashed away, the Orange Guy barely able to stay on his heels. They forced themselves through crowds of children and adults walking round everywhere, past all the major attractions into a smaller part. They entered the parts and services room and took a staircase downwards into a fairly roomy place with tables and spare parts everywhere, probably for bigger repairs.
"Ya know, Sportsy, the people are all without faith. We've gotta recreate god and set him LOOSE!"
"Wha...?" That wasn't what he expected, honestly. But when did Dave what he expected?
"You've heard me, m'boy! WE SHALL STRIKE FEAR INTO THEIR HEARTS!"
"Uh... how should we recreate god?"
"Ah, not that important, Old Sport! We'll just use whatever is around! Spare parts and all that junk!"
"Doesn't sound very holy to me..." Skeptic the Orange Guy looked around. "God is a dog and we never even made a dog animatronic! Actually, why didn't we?"
"Shush, we can later make a dog animatronic, now we're making a god animatronic!"
This was-
Wait. Was it?
Not really, no.
Ridiculous was something else. Like trying to reason AGAINST building a giant machine abomination and calling it god! Why would anyone DO that!?
"Okay, I want him to have a Foxy head!"
"Foxy head, coming right up!"
"But give it FREDDY ears!"
"Are you sure about-"
"I WANT THE CREATURE TO HAVE A DISTURBINGLY HUMAN, MUSCULAR BODY!"
"I'M DOWN FOR IT! OUR GOD WILL CREATE ALL THE FURRIES!"
"FURRIES WILL TAKE OVER THE WORLD!"
"LET GIVE IT A TAIL!"
"A TAIL THAT SHOOTS LASERS!"
"AND IN ITS CHEST THERE'S AN OVEN THAT ALWAYS MAKES BACON FOR ALL THE BELIEVERS!"
"AND ITS FINGERS ARE TENTACLES!"
"No, that is going too far."
"You're right."
A few hours passed in silence and peace.
Phone Guy reflected on his situation.
Really, maybe he should be more relaxed. Despite having a bigger place, somehow, the legal trouble they were in stayed roughly the same... the animatronics didn't traumatize the children anymore on accident- well, Funtime Freddy did, but he traumatized EVERYONE, so there wasn't much they could do about it and the surrounding attractions only broke down every so often.
Deep down, he thought it was horrifying. How could David Miller, or rather William Afton, create a whole amusement park in such a short amount of time?
Why didn't anyone veto this project with the reasoning that Freddy's ALWAYS was unsafe?
How did he get this project this quickly planned out? Had he been working on it for a while now, or...?
What was his motivation? Was it really just a form of "bigger and better"? It seemingly was for the animatronics to enjoy, but honestly-
If the animatronics were stuffed kids, which they most likely were, let's not tell ourselves lies here, HOW did Dave take them over? WHY did they went along with him?
Were they brainwashed?
Were they threatened?
Funtime Freddy sounded insane, downright and honestly.
Ironically he seemed the sanest out of all of them by that. How else should a kid react after being kidnapped, killed and forced to entertain a crowd of kids not sharing his horrible fate?
For this reason he respected the robots. All of them.
They were just kids.
What else were they supposed to do?
Were the current creations actually alright, snapped beyond the point of sanity but happy, or were they forced by some foreign programming to pretend to be happy and fine?
What would be worse?
Silently he asked himself if his brother maybe was still out there. Possessing a Freddy.
Wouldn't that be ironic?
Wanting to die, then living forever?
No. Ian was gone.
Deal with it.
Nothing could change that.
So what was left?
Keep going?
Why?
Because someone has to.
Someone has to take care of this place and protect the children.
Someone has to be responsible and prevent any further escalation from happening.
Someone has to keep an eye on Mike.
He almost laughed quietly to himself.
That man didn't know what to do with himself.
In Simon's estimation, he was even worse at living than Jeremy was... and that meant quite a bit!
Oh sure, Mike knew how to stand up for himself and to not take any bullshit... but seriously, Mike didn't know what to do and where to go on his own. He had this head-first mentality, where he didn't care about why he was doing the things he did, as long as it brought him "forward".
But it was still nice to be around him.
His energy was infectious.
Yeah, he should go and look-
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS!" A giant explosion came for the other side of the place. "BOW TO US FOR WE ARE BRINGING YOU GOD!"
Through the grey, thick smoke a figure raised, double as big as a normal animatronic-
WAIT, DID THEY PUT LEGS ON THE LEGS TO MAKE THE THING TALLER-
DEAR LORD-
"SUBMIT ALL YOUR FAZTOKENS AND YOUR SOUL AND ACCEPT THAT YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO THIS SEXY BEAST AND YOUR LIFE SHALL BE SPARED!"
WHY DID THEY ALWAYS DO THIS?!
WHY COULND'T THEY GO ONE DAY WITHOUT CREATING SOMETHING HORRIBLE?!
JESUS CHRIST, WHAT WAS THAT THING?!
"EMPLOYEES! STOP THAT NOW!"
"WE ARE GODS AMONG MORTALS AND YOU DARE CALLING US EMPLOYEES! YOU SHALL BE PURGED! GODDO! ATTACK!"
"DID YOU JUST CALL THAT THING GODDO, WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
"WE'RE NOT REALLY GOOD WITH NAMES!"
The surrounding screams and crowds running away made the animatronic uncomfortable. Actually, it had the AI of a Foxy, so being stared at really was uncomfortable for it. It tried to not step on people, but hide behind something tall, something that wouldn't break when he touched it.
Tough luck, there was nothing.
"GODDO! BREAK THE MORTALS! MAKE THEM FEAR YOU! EITHER THEY DRAW PERVY FANART OR THEY SHALL PERISH! NO ONE IS SAFE!"
Whining, the giant beast cowered onto the ground, all this noise and light was messing with its servers.
Phone Guy sighed at this utter catastrophe. "Look, deactivate that poor thing, it seems it doesn't want to live."
"Who does at this place?" Old Sport finally jumped down, petting the sad being he brought into this world.
Dave jumped down next to him, smiling brightly. "I do! I've got a Sportsy, I've got my Funtimes, I've got kebab!"
"DID YOU AGAIN GET KEBAB WITHOUT ME?!"
"Uh..."
"THAT'S THE LAST STRAW, DAVE! IT'S OVER, I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN. DEPRIVE ME OF KEBAB ONCE, SHAME ON YOU, DEPRIVE ME OF KEBAB TWICE, TIME TO END IT!"
"N-No, Sportsy, Imma get you some kebab, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to- I'll be right back!" Sincerely panicked the man sprinted away, leaving Orange Guy and Phone Guy to look after him.
"Heh, I didn't mean it THAT literal..."
"But you're still happy about it, aren't you?" Phone Guy couldn't approve of this situation. After all, who would get rid of this nightmare creature? "Can you put the thing back where you took it from?"
"Pffft, you really want to treat Freddy's new god like this?"
"Yes."
"Oh... well then." Not really in the mood to argue, Old Sport whispered something to the animatronic, who instantly jumped up and left back where it came from, together with its creator.
Good news was that at least it was highly unlikely that they would do any other nonsense for today. Bad news was that they probably would actually start praying to that thing and do weird rituals.
He would have to create a new update to the rules, banning all religion and all philosophy from this place. Now that would bring some uncomfortable question to the table.
Ah screw, that would be worth it.
At least it would be one less thing to worry about.

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A/N: Just finished. Like, literally right now. I'm sorry, but it's gettingbetter, no more learning getting in the way! Hey, maybe next chapter will be aproper one!
Hahaha, as if I ever made a proper chapter.
Jesus, I'm sorry that any of you ever liked this story.