Lewis rubbed his eyes. What was he doing again?
Oh, right! He looked at the series of panels before him. Burrows gave him some code to punch in, a new Patrol Route for the STAFF Bots. Must have fallen asleep while doing it. Cassie's been one helluva handful recently. Lewis chuckled.
He punched in the final set of Commands before saving it, and sending it across the Pizzaplex, before hefting up his bag and leaving. He had a few smaller tasks to take care of, mostly tweaks to Customer Service areas.
Those fixes were as easy as pie, Lewis found, thanks to an odd pep to his step. He guessed it was the new brand of energy drink he bought this morning, a lot less caffeine meant a smaller burnout.
Though, after that, he noticed some of the Mop STAFF Bots bugging out, not actually mopping the floor. With a frown, he threw on the Sec. Mask, using his Faz-Watch to modify the internal code to lower their arms. And just like that, they were fixed!
Burrows might have been a bastard, but damn, was this a good idea!
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Leeway giggled as he shifted the STAFF Bot programming. He set them to alert the Class 10 Security Alert for anyone under the right conditions passing by them. Class 10 being the call to drag anyone caught with it to a Security Office.
Next, he skipped down to a kiosk, ripping out several wires and parts, mostly the ones that held the Silent Alarms and Animatronic Lures.
And last but not least, he installed Mr. Burro's fancy new Anti-Virus into the STAFF Bots in the atrium, locking them off from that Virus Wilison had introduced.
Leeway giggled once more, his face twisting into a grin. Tomorrow Is Another SpEcIaL Day.
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Vanessa groaned as she got up from the Staff Couch. Her head was killing her, likely from the whiskey she downed in Burrow's office. He was a bastard, but he gave his staff free high-quality booze, so she could ignore that for now.
She looked down at the kitchen knife in her hand, still red with tomato sauce. That would be the last time she tried making a pizza drunk off her ass.
She forced herself up, grumbling at the headache, and threw the knife in the sink. She looked at her Fazwatch, where a series of notes reminded her of tonight's tasks.
Clean The STAFF Bathroom (Floor 1)
Clean The STAFF Closet (Floor 1)
Order New Cleaning Supplies
Take Out The Trash
Vanessa groaned, but got to work.
First, the first floor STAFF Bathroom. She groaned at the sight and smell of More tomato sauce, likely from that one report of Chica's failed Pizza Ball attempt. The STAFF Closet wasn't any better, filled with the rank trash she was to take out.
She groaned and got to work.
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Maria panted as she sprinted, ignoring the blood pouring from her side. That crazy bunny stabbed her and tried dragging her away after Maria had seen her kill Harold, their new hire.
She was lost, however, in the loading bay, no keys to unlock a van, and no access to the doors. So, Maria panicked, and so, she fell down. She tried stumbling back to her feet, but a sudden Agony across her head brought her down, dimming her sight.
Her attacker showed himself, a man in a dirty navy blue Coverall, and a Yellow Bunny Mask. He wiggled his fingers, as if saying goodbye, before swinging his wrench again, and Maria was lost to these walls.
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Nixus growled as his phone beeped. He rolled out from underneath his car, his Roxy Raceway themed shirt covered in oil and grease. He grabbed his phone and glared at the screen, seeing a message from Lewis.
L.S: Hey, Nixus! We're getting a shipment of some bleach and crap from downtown, can you grab it?
N.W: No can do, car broke down this morning.
L.S: Well, shit. Eh, I can grab it after I drop off Cassie. Sorry, Nix.
Nixus rolled his eyes and threw the phone back onto the toolbox. He had work to do. After all, those parts imported from Germany weren't going to get themselves.
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"Settle down, settle down, everyone." Burro announced, smacking his personal handgun's handle into the wooden desk he dragged down into this pit. "Our next session has begun."
The 40 members he had amassed by now finally shut up, all sitting down to the variety of chairs they dragged down here.
"Our dear new member, Leeway, did good in taking in another stray for us to use. Specifically, Maria Rosland."
The Jackrabbit Mask Wearer waved to the gagged (For all the good that was, seeing as she lacked vocal chords) and bound woman, still passed out from Leeway bashing her head and Vanny stabbing her.
"Any bright ideas? I don't have an appropriate mask yet, and for the Life of me, I can't come up with a costume for the little brat, or a name."
Without hesitation, a lady in a suit and with a black bunny mask waved her hand. "Yes, Kell?"
"What about naming her Mary? It's close enough to Maria."
"Oh, and isn't she Japanese?" Another spoke up. "What about a school girl uniform? If she's like any other Newblood, she'll be as violent as a squirrel stuck in a box so it'll be thematic."
"Are you sure that won't be, y'know, offensive?"
"We're mass murderers, Kait." Burro interrupted. "And I have to agree with Tommy. I like it, at least. It'd be better than that New Age Gothic TRASH she wears now." He growled at their captive, who's fear melted away to blood boiling hatred.
"And what about her mask?"
One of their younger members raised their hand. "What about Grandpa Gohan's mask, but with Bunny Ears instead of Fox?"
"The Fuck is a Gohan?"
"Grandpa Gohan, he was Goku's father-figure in the original Dragon Ball series."
"Oh, one of your children's cartoons." Burro waved his hand, rolling his eyes at the child's outrage. "Whatever, someone give a picture of it to Mark."
He sighed. "Next on the docket…"
Burro clicked his watch, and a screen rose from behind him. It flashed, and a picture of Nixus Wilison at a grocery store showed up. "Nixus G. Wilison."
Half the congregation growled in annoyance.
"In under a year, he has ruined our operation dozens of times, dashing our chances of getting our Benefactor what he wants. He's severed our control over Roxanne, Chica, and Montgomery, and is making plans to take over Fazbear as we speak. I don't think I have to tell you why that's a Bad Thing, People." Burro announced, using his Big Business voice.
Annoyed murmurs rumbled across the room. But Burro let a wide smile take his face.
"But we have a solution. A Gift from our Benefactor." From his pocket, he produced a purple USB Drive. " This little 30 Gigabyte Drive carries a Super Virus for the Animatronics. It'll grant us FULL Control over their Bodies, but this comes with the issue of the Public becoming worried. But we can lie, say it's a result of a botched update we're working to fix." Burro continued, now walking to his Captured Employee, his voice becoming a boast.
"I reckon that in Four Months Time, we'll have complete and total control of every system here, and not a Soul, especially not that BASTARD Wilison!"
The cheers were deafening for Maria as she was dropped into blissful unconsciousness by Burro bashing her nose in.
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