Sorry this took a while, got a bit busy. Hopefully you like this chapter :)

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[Ratchet]

He looked up at the building before him, anxiety pooling in his gut. This was the last place he wanted to be.

He swallowed heavily. At least Kaden and Phoebe were with him. While he knew that he had to face them alone, at least he knew that his caretakers were there to greet him when he was done.

That is, if he came out of this building.

He had a sneaking suspicion that if The Council found out anything worrying about him, there was a big chance that he was about to face a big interrogation. One that would inevitably end with him in custody or worse.

The thought sent shivers down his spine. He felt Phoebe reach over and grab his left hand. "Hey, it'll be okay! Maybe they found out something about you. You want that, right?"

Ratchet sighed, "Depends on what it is." he replied, "If it's what I am assuming, I don't think I want to hear it..."

Phoebe and Kaden both turned to him, surprised, but did not comment any further. They both rested a hand upon his back as they entered the building, Ratchet's ears immediately lowering as they were greeted by a tall Lombaxian man. His eyes were a shocking ice blue, and his fur a solid color of grey. He smiled, looking down at him, "Well, it's nice to finally meet you, Ratchet. My name's Arc." And he held out a back gloved hand, Ratchet hesitantly took it.

Arc turned to his side, his covered assistant holding out a plastic bag, "If you have any valuables, like holo-phones or anything else. Please place them in here." he then added, "It's just a precaution, you understand, yeah?"

Oh, now I'm really screwed

Ratchet thought to himself. If they find out what is on his communicator it would not be good.

I should've thought of deleting my things...or not taking my communicator at all....

He pulled out his communicator, placing it in the bag. He checked his pockets for anything else, but found nothing. Arc nodded, handing the bag back to his assistant, who walked away with it. Ratchet watched them go, accepting his fate. This was it, he was about to be found out, wasn't he?

Maybe he was just being overdramatic...

The man gestured for the trio to follow him. He led them down a long stretch of hallway before stopping in front of one of the rooms. Kaden eyed the door suspiciously, but said nothing. Arc unlocked the door, looking over his shoulder, "You two can stay in the hall while we bring him in. We won't be too long." He explained, before pushing the door open, "Ratchet, go in and sit. I will be with you shortly."

Ratchet nodded, stepping into the room while the door shut. He looked around curiously, it looked like an interrogation room. Grey walls, grey ceilings, grey floors. It looked pretty dreary, that's for sure...

He walked over to the lone table in the room, and sat down on one of the chairs. He leaned on the table with his arms crossed. This was going to suck...

Meanwhile, Kaden and Phoebe were talking to the man outside...

"I know an interrogation room when I see one." Kaden snapped, "I used to work for you guys, y'know? Still kinda do... Why are you going to be interrogating him?"

Arc sighed, "Callisto, this is just procedure. All I am going to do is ask some questions and share some information that we found. Nothing serious." he explained, "If anything, you two have nothing to worry about. Just sit down and wait for us to be done."

They both glared at the man when he opened to door and entered the room. They both turned to sit on the chairs across the hall. Phoebe held Kaden's hand as he spoke, "Something is not right." he muttered, "Never before have I seen someone be put in an interrogation room unless they were convicted of a crime. But a kit in there? That's wrong." Phoebe nodded along with him, "Let's just hope everything goes well. That's all we can do.

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"Now, why don't you sit down and take a seat? We are only going to ask you a few questions and go over some things." Arc drawled.

Ratchet, even though he was hesitant, did what he was told to do, and sat down in the uncomfortable, metal chair. He stared down at the tabletop. Eyes cold and determined, he was going to make this man's job twenty times harder than it should be.

Arc sat across from him, a couple of folders laid out on the desk. The man's blue eyes looked at him with a false sweetness that made Ratchet's stomach churn. The man spoke, "Now, there are several reasons why I have requested your presence today." he started, "I regret to inform you that, some things may be hard for you to swallow." He frowned, "But this is just to inform you. Nothing more."

Ratchet stayed silent for a moment, "Okay. Go on." He said monotonously. Arc sighed,

"Well, let's start off with your situation." He said, lifting up one of the papers he placed on the desk, "You already know this part so I will keep it brief. You were found outside the city, badly injured, with no place to call home and no family to tie you to." He grimaced, looking over an obvious chunk of the report that he already knew about, chuckling inwardly. He looked back at Ratchet, "A memory decoder was put on you, twice, to be exact, but to no avail. Nothing but a name and a couple flashes of light. That's it."

He looked back up to the kit across from him, eyeing him thoughtfully, "Now then, I assume you have not regained any sort of memories at all since the incident. Am I correct?" Ratchet nodded silently, analyzing the man before him. "No. None." was all he said. the man smiled, tilting his head, "Really now? After these past couple months?" he said, "That is unfortunate, but, I assure you, no hope is lost, yeah?"

Ratchet nodded silently, he did not like where this was going.

Arc sighed, "Perhaps one day you will recover your memories yourself. But I have something to offer you."

Ratchet's ears perked up, "what do you mean?" he asked suspiciously, "Do you want me to do something for you. Is that it?"

Arc reeled back, "No. Not at all!" he said, "But, I can tell you that us, The Council, has found out some information about you. Now, you can reject it, and wait for you to recover your memories. Or, you can hear what I have to say. I will warn you, this could make you very...upset."

Ratchet paused, looking back down at the table. This was not what he was thinking would happen here. He was thinking that there would be an interrogation or something. Not this.

Was he wrong about the council this whole time?

...

No, that wouldn't explain their obvious stalking habits!

He sighed heavily, "Lay it on me, Arc." He said casually, but anxiety seemed to pool in his gut.

Arc smirked, as if he was amused, "If you say so."

He reached to open one of the folders, laying out some of the papers in front of him. "These past couple months, The Council has been looking into your...unfortunate case. We have done extensive research, even off-planet." Ratchet perked up at this. "However, we have concluded..." He sighed.

"Ratchet. We have determined that, after all these months. You have absolutely no connection here, or to anyone off-planet." he explained. "What I am trying to say is that no one, at all, has attempted to look for you. We've looked at orphanage records, entire planetary data, even asked off-planet leaders and civilians alike to try and identify where you are from."

"We have come to the conclusion that you have no family out there. For that, I am sorry."

Ratchet looked at him in disbelief, "No one, at all!?" He said, "But that doesn't make sense!? How did I even get here in the first place?"

Arc shook his head, "Unfortunately, I have no answers for you. It is simply like...you've appeared out of thin air, or even fell from the sky."

Ratchet looked down at the table, ears down and eyes watering, this couldn't be...was all this research for nothing!? Was he just looking for something that never existed in the first place? He huffed, the realization too great to want to believe. Yet it made the most sense.

Arc looked at him in sympathy, but he smirked when he saw that the kit wasn't looking at him. he stopped, composing himself, "This...must be very...shocking to you." he stated, watching as Ratchet started to lose his composure,

Arc sighed, "Would you like a glass of water or something. It could help you calm down?" He asked, gently. Ratchet hesitantly looked up, and nodded. He was now too emotionally drained to fight, what was he to do now!? What was he going to do once he left this building? Where was he going to go after he too, concludes that he is alone when he regains his own memories. It was all for nothing. This whole recovery was for nothing. Everything here was for nothing. He wanted to crawl up in a corner and think for the rest of eternity.

One of Arc's assistants brought over a small glass of water. Ratchet swallowed thickly, not ready to pick up the glass.

"Take your time." Arc assured, "We have all day."

Ratchet nodded, waiting a minute or two before taking a sip of the cool beverage. He swallowed it.

It was bitter...

His eyes widened, before he started to feel faint. "Are you okay?" Arc asked cautiously, "You seem like you are going to pass out?"

Ratchet nodded, going to place a hand up to his head, dropping the glass on the floor instead, he pushed his chair out. Only to fall to the floor. Unconscious.

Arc stayed still for a moment, before he looked to the ground. He smirked. Calling his assistant over.

"Get the memory reader."

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The next time Ratchet woke up, he was in a daze.

He couldn't think straight, if he was honest. He looked around the room in confusion, realizing that he was sitting in his chair once more. A heavy object upon his head. It felt familiar, but also not. He couldn't pinpoint what it was. He looked over at the man across from him, who looked relieved, "Good, you're awake. We assume that you passed out from shock. Are you okay?"

Ratchet, for some reason, just nodded. Arc continued, "Well, we have one more question for you. We believe that we may have a certain...culprit as to how you appeared outside the city. We don't know if it's true but...better safe than sorry, yeah?"

Ratchet stayed silent. Arc pushed out a sheet of paper, it was a photo.

"This, right here, is one of the dangerous villains that reside in this universe. He is known to aid in the destruction of a few planets before he stopped and started to terrorize nearby planets to gain power. Currently, he is pushed back by a strong group of individuals, including some Lombaxes. The battle is currently at a stalemate." Arc said, "He is known to take living beings like us and imprison them, even getting them to work for him under terrible conditions. You can call them slaves. And, if they don't cooperate, well..... He disposes of them."

Ratchet just looked down at the photo in question. "Do you recognize him?"

The picture depicted a small-looking robot with red optics. The antennae on top of his head glowed green. His head was small, and round. Two arms could be seen, three metal 'fingers' attached. His legs were short, with one partially broken, revealing some wires here and there. Ratchet realized that this was a wanted poster. This was the little guy that was giving people so many problems?

But..as Ratchet looked closer...he did look familiar...

But, the one he was picturing in his head had green eyes, and a red antenna. His version was pristine looking. It seemed so familiar...did he know this robot?

..

...

....

Perhaps he did...

"I- I am not sure." he said shakily. He bowed his head, "I really don't know."

Arc sighed, "I see. You have lost your memories after all."

They were both silent for a moment, before Arc started gathering his papers. His assistant silently walked over to Ratchet, and removed the device on his head. Ratchet didn't even bother looking up at this point. Maybe it was something to help with his head after he fell? He didn't know. He didn't care.

Arc cleared his throat, "Now, we have to discuss our next course of action, okay?"

Ratchet nodded, biting the inside of his cheek.

"Since you have no family, and nowhere to stay. We have to take...certain actions to make sure that you are taken care of. So, we have made a decision."

Ratchet raised his brow.

"We have decided to give you six months to possibly recollect your memories. If, by that time, you don't, then The Council will place you in an orphanage on the planet, or another home if you prefer."

Ratchet winced, "What about-"

"The Keeper and his wife are your temporary caretakers. They are not foster parents, nor eligible to take you in for this situation. The Council will select a place for you."

"But..." Ratchet trailed off, "They are...taking care of me now.."

Arc sighed, "They agreed to take you in until you recovered. Would you like to change their own decisions?"

Ratchet stayed silent, looking at the ground.

"Six months. That is what The Council is giving you. No more, no less." Arc said, "And if anything comes up that you would like to discuss, let us know."

Ratchet silently nodded when the man left the room, leaning forward to release the tension in his shoulders. He sighed, tears welling up in his eyes. This was so unfair! How could this happen to him? Why did it happen to him? It wasn't fair!

But the thing about The Universe is that....it's never fair to anyone

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Ratchet felt like the whole Universe was against him at this point.

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[?]

The assistant looked down at the communicator, turning it on before swiping against the screen. They winced as the colors blinded them. This was old, even to them. It was going to be really hard to navigate it...

Even so, it was their job. They were ordered to do this.

Locating the apps section, they were startled by what they saw.

They were all labeled in a different language...

They shook their head, clicking on each and every app and checking through it thoroughly. It all went fine until they reached the photo app. There were a lot of pictures of food, and Ratchet with someone he knew smiling at the camera, but looking closer...

So the kit knew that The Council was watching him...

The kit was highly perceptive, no doubt. Any other kit would be too caught up in their head to notice. And yet...as they assumed, the kit was smarter and more analytical than most.

They sighed, navigating out of the app. It seemed that the photo app held the most evidence so far, but when they went into the messaging app, that is when things got more complicated. They looked through the messaging logs,

"Oliver Abletress." they muttered quietly. so, it was that boy that hung out with Ratchet all the time. There were also other contacts such as Kaden, Phoebe, Alister, and a person named Alice. All in all, Ratchet texted Oliver the most, and it seemed that they were both suspicious of The Council at this point which was fair, judging by the pictures Ratchet had. And by looking at the more recent texts, Oliver seemed to have Ratchet's important journal.

So that's what the kit has been holding recently...

Everything lined up with what they were told by Arc. However, their boss thought that Ratchet was clueless. That he didn't know The Council was following him almost every day. It was sad, really. To know that a kit was about two steps ahead of The Council, and knew everything.

He was hiding his finding right under their noses and The Council hasn't batted an eye. Looks like The Council were the ones that were really clueless.

They had to say...they were really impressed.

But it wouldn't be long before The Council caught up though, and when they did...

They didn't want to think about it. Ratchet was a kit, after all. His past shouldn't get in the way of that one fact.

People go through things. People make mistakes. But those things should not overshadow who people really are.

That is why they believed that The Council was wrong.

They leaned forward, crossing off everything that they needed to check for.

This was the least they could do.

They then turned as they reached for the memory reader that they took off the kit beforehand. Plugging it into the system. Watching what was recorded on the holo-computer...

It was more than they thought...

...

They took the mouse, hovering over some sections of the recording. Looking at the bare basics and with the rest of the recording...

Well, what The Council doesn't know won't hurt them...

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[Arc]

He sat down in his office chair, smiling to himself as he waited for his assistant to return...

.

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That was way too easy

He watched as his covered assistant entered the room, finally putting their hood down. Revealing calico fur and deep orange eyes.

"Were the memories checked out like I asked?" Arc questioned. The other man sighed and nodded, "Yes, sir. Everything went according to plan."

"Great? And were our findings from the beginning true?"

"Yes."

"Good"

They both stood in silence for a few minutes, "This is interesting." Arc said, "This whole situation has potential." Arc said, smirking. His assistant bowed his head hesitantly, "If I may ask, sir. Why are you doing this? The boy is just a kit. I'm sure that he isn't much of a threat to us."

"Are you going against my decisions, Hunter Cordero? I will have you know that you are speaking out of line. You should watch what you say." Arc warned, "I am set on this decision. This kit is certainly a threat, or...could be a very powerful asset in obtaining something that The Council wants."

Hunter nodded, "B-but. what happens if he finds out what happened. What then?"

Arc smirked, "Then he will come running right to us. That is our plan, you understand, correct?"

His assistant nodded hesitantly, "Yes, sir."

Arc nodded, "We must be very careful. He has become quite famous in the city from his Hoverboard race, and almost everyone favors him.." he muttered, "If word gets out about this...situation. The Council will be to blame. We don't need everyone against us. Do you understand?" Hunter nodded frantically, "Great. Well then." he paused, "Have you taken a look at the communicator?"

Hunter hesitated. "Yes, I have-" he paused, thinking about what to say, "There was nothing of significant interest on the device. A couple of photos of certain sceneries and foods. Nothing troubling."

Arc analyzed his assistant, before smiling, "Great. Put it back in the bin. We'll give it back to him shortly."

"Yes, sir."

"Oh, and one more thing, Cordero." His assistant turned to him, "We have decided to give the task of watching over the kit to someone else. You have been watching him for months, after all. You have given us very valuable information. Take a rest for now."

Hunter was silent for a moment,

"Yes, sir."

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[Kaden]

Meanwhile...

Kaden stood with Phoebe in the hall, just outside the room. He crossed his arms, pacing in the hallway. For some odd reason, he had a really, really bad feeling in his chest. He didn't like what was going on, not one bit. He kind of respected the council at this point. But if they do something to his boy then-

"Kaden, please stop. You're even making me nervous." His wife said, sitting down in one of the chairs across the hall. "He will be okay." She assured him, but he could tell that even she wasn't confident in her statement.

"I know. But I can't help but feel...apprehensive, Phoebe. Who knows what they needed him for?"

Phoebe hesitated, frowning, "M-maybe they found his family?"

They were both silent, each thinking the same thing.

"W-well...if that's the case then...I guess that's good, yeah?"

But Phoebe never replied, looking at the ground in silence. This was bad. They shouldn't have gotten attached if this was-

Suddenly the door opened, both of them jumping up. A female council member stepped out, Phoebe looked up,

"H-how did it go? Did-"

...and Ratchet came stumbling out the door...

Kaden and Phoebe rushed forward, each taking an arm. They both looked at the woman in anger, Phoebe shouting, "What did you do to him!?"

The woman sighed, "Sit him down and I will tell you both."

Though they were hesitant, they both set Ratchet down on one of the chairs, Phoebe reached out to caress his cheek, "Are you okay?" she whispered, but Ratchet only nodded silently. They hesitantly left his side as they joined the woman across the hall.

"So, to put simply..." and she explained the situation as best as she could. Phoebe glared at the woman. "So you're telling me that he fainted and you still continued to question him? Why did he even faint in the first place? Did you-?" And the woman interrupted her, "Mrs. Callisto. Please refrain from asking questions until I have finished. I was just getting to that point..." she said,

The woman took a deep breath, "After all the research we have conducted these past months. We have determined that the kit is an orphan. There is a chance that he is a runaway from another planet. Or someone who escaped captivity, which is probably the most accurate explanation. He has no ties at all to anyone here, or any place here. This is the same for all other planets in this solar system."

Kaden and Phoebe's ears both lowered.

"I-it makes sense." Kaden replied. Phoebe nodded along with him. They didn't have anything to say about that. Phoebe glanced back over the Ratchet, who seemed to be nodding off.

Something is wrong here...

"Well, what now?" Kaden asked the woman.

"Well, The Council decided that in six months, if the kit has not recovered his memories, they will put him in a facility or eligible home to take him in. Kaden and Phoebe glared at her, "What?" Kaden asked angrily, "What about us? We have been his caretakers this whole time, why does this have to change?" He said. Phoebe agreed, nodding.

"Unfortunately, The Council has decided against this. Simply because you two were just that. Caretakers. Nothing more."

"That still doesn't make sense." He growled, but the woman did not reply.

Phoebe growled as well, "No, it does not. What will it take for us to have him stay under our care if he does not remember by that time?"

The woman sighed, "You will have to ask another member of The Council. However, I could imagine it would take a lot of lengthy paperwork as well as a lot of persuasion on your part. Even then-"

"Then we'll do it." Kaden interjected, "Whatever it takes. We'll do it." He looked back at Ratchet, "I know if someone's in shock when I see it. And by looking at him-" he growled out the last part, "-he's not in shock. Something happened. I do not trust what The Council would do to him next."

The woman was silent, "If you feel that way, Keeper, then you must talk to another Council Member." She said sternly, "I must go now. Have a good day, Mr. and Mrs. Callisto." then she suddenly turned, taking something out of her pocket, "Here is his communicator that was taken off of him before he entered the room. Give it to him when you get home."

They both glared at the woman as she turned and left, walking down the hall before going out of sight. Phoebe groaned, before turning to Ratchet who still sat in the chair quietly. She sat in the chair next to him, Kaden reaching out to shake his shoulder lightly, "Hey, you okay? What did they do to you?"

Phoebe cleared her throat, "Kaden. Not here. We should get him home."

He sighed, "Okay. Yeah, let's do that..." he turned to Ratchet, "Can you walk, Ratchet?"

Ratchet nodded, going to stand up. He stumbled a bit before he started making his way down the hall to the exit. Kaden and Phoebe right beside him.

It will be a long way home...

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[Phoebe]

When they got home, they immediately put Ratchet to lay on the couch to keep an eye on him. Said boy was silent the whole way home, collapsing on the couch in a heap. Kaden growled as he leaned on top of one of the counters in the kitchen. "He fainted....Hah, Not a chance." he scoffed, not believing that statement for even a second.

Phoebe sat on one of the kitchen chairs, she muttered, "But why. Why would they go that far?"

"Because the Council has become corrupt, Phoebe!" Kaden said, "The same Council that I've worked with all those years ago does not exist anymore. After what I've seen today, there is something very, very wrong."

He looked down to the countertop, "I just don't know how Ratchet will deal with the news. I-It's really...upsetting. Do you think he will be okay?"

Phoebe was silent for a moment, "Ratchet is a strong boy, Kade. I'm sure that, with time, he will be okay."

Kaden nodded, finally standing up straight, "I'm going to talk to Al, tell him what happened." Was all he said, before he walked to the garage for some privacy. Phoebe sighed, looking around the now empty kitchen. Glancing at a nearby window sill, small plants that she and Ratchet took care of sat on top of it. She smiled.

Somehow, Ratchet has managed to squeeze his way into her and Kaden's life. If he were to leave...well...she felt that it would be devastating to both of them...

Ratchet couldn't replace her lost son, but he has become another son all the same. She couldn't deny that. And she knew Kaden couldn't deny that statement as well.

Ratchet had six months. They had six months to figure this all out. She and Kaden had to talk this through and play it safe. That's for sure. Until then, they will help him heal from what he was told in the interrogation room. She promised herself that, from now on, she wouldn't let anything happen to the kit again.

She promised.

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[Kaden]

He typed frantically at his holo-phone as every call he made to his friend went to voicemail. Maybe he was patrolling late tonight? But he was sure he was off...

Even so, he sighed in frustration, sitting down in one of the chairs scattered across his workspace. He looked up at the ceiling,

Just, why...? Why did this have to happen? Why did The Council have to do what they did today?

He groaned. He would probably never know. At least, not now. Perhaps when Ratchet recovered his memories he would know. He sighed, glaring at the space around him before his eyes widened, looking at his shelves.

It was the shelves that Ratchet and Kaden himself put Ratchet's trinkets and small projects on over the months they spent together. Ratchet's new hoverboard leaning against the wall underneath the shelving. The model ship they built was displayed on the highest shelf that Ratchet could reach, their first project together. Ratchet seemed to have also put a broken part of his old hoverboard there to remind himself of...something. Kaden would never know, the kit collected random objects from time to time. Kaden also placed Ratchet's note from McMarx upon the top shelf as well, which Ratchet still smiled over from time to time.

But the newest thing...was the stuffed robot that Kaden and Phoebe got him when they first officially met. It was in pristine condition, and its head leaned to the side as it sat next to their model ship. Kaden didn't know how it got there, or when it got there. But he smiled nonetheless.

He promised himself that he wouldn't let anything happen to Ratchet again.

He would make sure of it.

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That night, Kaden carried Ratchet up to bed and made sure the boy was still sleeping by the time he left the room. He turned the lights off, and left the door slightly open.

A couple of hours passed, until Ratchet started to stir. He turned onto his back, eyes fluttering open as he stared into the black abyss that greeted him. He looked around in the darkness, before realizing that he was home.

He groaned while trying to sit up, trying to get his bearings. He rubbed his head, his mind was foggy and distant. He looked to his bedside table...

My communicator...

He immediately reached over to grab it, turning it on and looking over all of his pictures and apps

Everything was still there...

His brows furrowed, that was...odd. When they took it from him, he thought that they would at least look through it or something.

That was until he got to his contact list.

A new name was added to the list, simply under the name...

Cordero

He stared at it, wondering how it got there.

His finger hovered over the delete button...but...

He left it alone.

With that, he put the communicator down on the bedside table and laid back down on the bed. His head still hurts like mad. He was sure that his stomach started to hurt as well. He was pretty sure that he would be sick sometime soon. But for now, he closed his eyes.

Tomorrow, he will think about what he was told.

Tomorrow, he will find out what to do.

Tomorrow he will....

....

He would figure it out eventually...

With a heavy sigh, he relaxed his body.

.

Hopefully, tomorrow would be a better day...

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System Processing...

Rebuilding Code. . .

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▂▂▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ 15%

[Estimated Time Until Start-Up : 316 Hours / 2 Minutes / 13 Seconds]

[Inserting Custom Build-0]

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Re-estimating Start-Up Time...

[100 Hours / 1 Minute / 16 Seconds]

4 Days Until Start-Up Will Commence. Would You Like To Continue?

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[Yes]

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Oooh, XR will be here quicker than expected :) I wonder how he will be? What do you think?

ALSO: I am really sorry if the quality of this chapter is not so good...I was really busy (and will be for the next couple days) so I couldn't focus that well...

Hope You enjoyed! I don't know when next chapter will be out, but I will keep you all updated! Thank you all for your support!

See you next chapter!