Saturday, December 22nd2035
6:40 PM
Pizzaplex B1 – Parts and Service
35 minutes until deployment
Gregory made it down to parts and service with his suit on. Kellen and Heather we're waiting near the repair chamber. Moon was also present.
"Hey, Gregory! I got something for ya." Kellen said.
"I've heard. Something for my suit?" Gregory asked.
"Yeah. Something big. Something Moon and I jointly developed." He responded.
"Oh yeah, it's pretty badass." Moon said.
"Moon?" Gregory asked.
"Hey kid." Moon answered.
Gregory walked down the stairs from the platform behind the repair chamber to meet up with everyone. Gregory was still wearing his casual clothes and did not wear the suit, despite Foxy telling him to suit up.
It didn't make sense to him to wear the suit if Kellen needed to do something to it anyway.
"I didn't expect you down here." Gregory said.
"Well, when I heard Kellen was trying to make your suit more powerful, I decided to help him. One, because I'm a science and tech guy, two, I'm trying to make up for all those times I scared the shit out of you, and well, nearly killed you, when you first met me in my more, um, primal form will say. I guess this is my way of saying, sorry kid." Moon replied.
"He and I were talking, and Moon does feel pretty bad for what he put ya through the night you we're trapped in the Pizzaplex." Kellen said.
"So he came to work with us on your next upgrade." Heather said.
"Well, thank you Moon. Not going to lie, I still get flashbacks when I think of that night where everyone was trying to harm me, including you, but I know you guys wouldn't do something like that again." Gregory said.
"Of course not. This is a new start as far as you and I are concerned." Moon said offering his hand.
Gregory shook it with a smile.
"Good." He responded.
"So what is my next upgrade?" Gregory said sliding into the topic at hand.
"A life support system." Kellen said.
"A what?" Gregory asked.
"A life support system, it will monitor your vitals while in the suit, alert you to any injuries and god forbid, if something happened to you where your heart stopped, it would try to resuscitate you and even try to jump start your heart with a built in defibrillator." Kellen said.
"So no new weapons? Man that's kinda lame." Gregory answered.
"Gregory, this isn't lame, this is serious. This could save your life, should something bad happen to you. You need this." Heather said.
"Look Greg, Foxy asked me to do this. It's the only way you can go to the island. He told me if you denied installing this, he couldn't let you go. He said, Freddy is not around to look after you, and he made a promise to Freddy that should something happen to him, he would look after you in his place. He is not going to have you die on his watch and he would do whatever it takes to keep you alive and safe. Just take the upgrade Gregory, please." Kellen said.
Gregory exhaled and thought about it. It was just an upgrade, nothing to get upset over. It wasn't a weapon, but if it's a free upgrade that would give him additional defenses, it's worth taking.
"Okay, here's the suit." Gregory said putting the case on a table outside the repair station. He opened the case to reveal parts of the suit.
"Thank you. I know this sounds like a pain in the ass now, but trust me, you'll appreciate having this installed, and hopefully you'll never need it." Kellen said.
Kellen took the long sleeve tactical shirt that was part of the suit and he would be installing the components in that. He had designed the components to be water proof so the shirt could still be washable. He turned the shirt inside out, so he could start the installation.
The install consisted of various sensors throughout the shirt, wireless sensors, that are powered by the exterior suit components wirelessly much like a wireless charger. The sensors would then be sealed inside a layer of plastic that would keep water and sweat out.
This design is what made the shirt washable, especially without batteries inside. However, the suit would need to be air dried or lightly dried as high heat would melt the plastic and ruin the components along with the shirt.
The defibrillator is something Gregory would strap on underneath the shirt and his undershirt to his chest, directly on the skin, as that is the only way it would work. He would have to put this on, every time before wearing the shirt. This component could not be completely wireless, as there was a wire from the chest pad to a box on his utility belt that it needed to be connected to in order to work properly.
The same wireless components were then installed in his tactical pants in various places along the pant legs and thighs.
Gregory watched the man work, with Heather and Moon cutting down time by working on the pants and shoes while Kellen worked on the shirt.
One the work was done, it was time to try it.
"Okay Gregory take the defrib unit, and your suit, go into one of the workbench rooms to the right here, close the blinds on the window, change into it and we will do some testing." Kellen said.
"Okay sounds good." Gregory said.
Gregory went into one of the animatronic workbench rooms and closed the blinds after shutting the door, he changed into his outfit, opened the blinds and then came back out in his suit.
"Now go ahead and put the helmet on. And tell me what you see. What does the FazArmor AI say?" Kellen asked, looking at diagnostic information on his laptop. Heather and Moon looking over his shoulder.
Gregory slipped the helmet on to see his suit's HUD.
"Life Support System detected." The FazArmor AI said on screen and in Roxanne's voice.
"Install complete." She then said.
"She said it's detected and installed." Gregory said.
"Okay cool." Moon replied.
"Yup it all checks out here." Kellen said.
"Awesome. So I'm all set to go?" Gregory asked.
"Yup." Kellen replied.
20 minutes until deployment
7:00 PM
"Gregory, it's almost time, you should start heading to the front lobby soon." Berry said on his FazWatch.
"Looks like it's your time to shine, good luck out there kid." Kellen said raising his fist to bump Gregory's.
"Thanks." Gregory said smiling.
"Will be rooting for you." Heather said hugging Gregory.
"See ya Moon. And thanks." Gregory was about to shake his hand again until he interrupted.
Cue Theme:
Sonic Adventure 2 OST – Menu Story Select
"Oh you thought, I was staying here? Hell no. I want to go find Eclipse and beat his ass." Moon said.
"Wait, your coming?" Gregory responded.
"Of course. Not gonna miss this for anything." Moon said.
"I'm coming too." Sun said walking in. He was not wearing his normal jester outfit he wears at the Pizzaplex, he wasn't wearing his casual clothes ether, he was wearing a tactical outfit, in black, complete with tactical pants, boots, fingerless gloves, long sleeve tactical shirt and vest. But this outfit was different than the outfits the Fazbear Tactical Team would wear or OAOS would wear.
These had custom logos for Sun and Moon on the shoulders of the shirt and the back of the vest.
Sun also had two cases with him he was holding.
One with Moon's tactical uniform in it, and the other with custom weapons Moon designed based on the daycare barrel prototype.
"I knew you would be brother. Glad to have you watching my back." Moon said.
"Holy shit." Was Kellen's response.
"Who designed?" Gregory asked about the outfit.
"Me." Heather said.
"Sun approached me about designing a tactical outfit that would fit him and Moon. So that's my design your seeing." Heather said.
"She did a damn good job too." Moon said.
"Anyway, we ready to do this?" Sun said holding a mini version of a daycare barrel, that is a weapon in disguise.
He put the cases on a nearby table. He opened them.
"Time to suit up." Moon said opening the cases.
"Ohhh yeah." Moon said looking at the weapon in the case.
"Gregory, head on up, we told Foxy we're going, he knows." Sun said.
"Okay, I'll see you guys in a few." Gregory said running towards Roxanne's elevator.
If someone told me I'd be building a bunch of robots when I got older that act like anime characters in real life, I'd think their crazy, but here I am. I love this job. Kellen thought to himself grinning.