A/N: It's time, everyone. Time for Mike's first day on the job as the new head of the Special Delivery project. Needless to say, there are some MAJOR changes that are coming the way of Fazbear Entertainment. Even if he's crippled and stuck in a wheelchair, Mike will drag Fazbear Entertainment into competence, kicking and screaming if he has to.

ThePencilDude: I'm not really sure what Cassidy would do, but I could see the other ghost kids doing what you suggested as living adults. And as for fan art, I sadly don't have the time to do that kind of research these days, especially as I'm in the middle of a FNaF-related arc. But yeah, they would cringe HARD if they ever came across Rule 34 of Purple Guy (not that Mike would ever let that happen).

Ripped-NtrippsMo: I don't plan on including much of Fazbear Frights into this fic. In my opinion, the worlds of Fazbear Frights and the canon game-verse have too many different elements that are incompatible with each other to be part of the same universe and to all happen in a single timeline.

Anonymous: I don't plan on doing a crossover of any kind, sorry.

Chapter 168 – First Day on the Job

As it turned out, Mike needn't have worried about Hector Armads.

Colm had described him as not necessarily the brightest tool in the shed, but also a good friend who was dependable, loyal, and physically powerful. A characterization that Mike found fit Hector perfectly just from the first few minutes of meeting with him.

What Mike hadn't expected, however, was just how completely unafraid of death Hector truly was.

"Fighting those metal piles of scrap sounds like a great time!" Hector had replied with a confident grin when Mike had warned him about the dangers they would be facing.

"You could get killed if the worst-case scenario happens and you're not careful," Mike warned.

Hector shrugged. "I'm not looking to die or anything, but if I get killed early, at least that means I can see my wife again sooner."

Mike wisely chose not to comment on what was almost certainly a tragedy that had affected the man in the past. "When can you get started?" he asked.

Hector laughed. "Just let me know when you need me around, and I'll be there! Colm already gave me a copy of those things you're using to shut downs those crazy bots, so I'll know what to do if shit hits the fan."

"Sounds good to me," Mike replied with a grin of his own as he shook the man's hand. He had offered the same payment to Hector that he had to Colm, which the man had happily accepted.

That day had come sooner than he had expected. In the days leading up to his new job, Mike had gone out of his way to practice maneuvering himself on the wheelchair, both so that he wouldn't need either of his bodyguards to help him, and that he wouldn't be a complete sitting duck if an animatronic tried to bumrush him.

"You sure you don't want to hire somebody else to help move that wheelchair for you?" Liz asked, a bit concerned.

Mike shook his head. "If I want people to take my authority seriously, I need to make it clear that I don't need to depend on anyone else just to do the basics," he insisted. "I don't know what kind of work environment I'm going into, but the last thing I want to do in an unfamiliar and potentially hostile environment is to look weak."

"I just hope you're not gonna be pushing yourself too hard," Susie mumbled.

Mike smirked. "That's why you and my bodyguards are going to be there, remember?" he pointed out.

"We'll make sure nothing gets anywhere near you," Fritz declared with uncharacteristic seriousness.

"Just be careful not to reveal yourselves," Mike warned as he subconsciously grabbed the handle of his animatronic-shocking baton. "There's only so much you can do without giving yourselves away."

In seemingly no time at all, the day finally arrived. Mike drove to Colm's and Hector's houses (something he was able to do since his right arm and leg were unaffected), picking up the two men and giving them the weapons they could utilize to defend themselves against any potential animatronic attacks. As Colm climbed into the van, he made sure that Hector wasn't looking before giving a silent nod of acknowledgment to the ghost kids, who invisibly nodded back.

"If we're lucky, this is going to be the most boring job ever, and easy money for you guys," Mike commented as they drove towards the address of the factory where the animatronics were being built. The factory was still within the borders of Utah, but it was a respectable distance away from Hurricane and easily a 30-40 minute drive. "Believe me, I'd love it if that was the case."

Hector chuckled. "I dunno, you can only be bored for so long until a literal battle to the death sounds better by comparison," he countered.

Colm groaned. "I hate how true that is," he muttered, "especially since it's tempting fate so goddamn hard."

Mike smirked. "I guess you're not as eager for a fight as Hector is?" he asked dryly.

"Oh, I'll defend myself if I need to," Colm retorted, "but as far as I'm aware, if I actually get wrapped up in a straight fight, then shit has already gone south."

"Fair enough."

The three men continued to exchange small talk all the way until they arrived at the factory. While it was certainly a respectably large building, one look at it told Mike that the factory of whichever robotics company had been hired by Fazbear Entertainment to create its animatronics was much smaller and overall less well-maintained than Eisensteel's own building.

Hector clearly shared similar sentiments. "This place looks like it's seen better days," he commented.

"Maybe it looks better on the inside than it does on the outside," Colm suggested, though with a tone that clearly indicated that he didn't believe a second of it.

"You guys ready?" Mike quickly checked. "From this point on, you're in bodyguard mode, remember."

"I gotchu," Colm acknowledged as Hector brought out Mike's wheelchair. Mike shuffled onto the wheelchair, with his bodyguard letting go as soon as Mike was comfortably seated. The ghosts floated around him, having mostly stayed silent to allow their father and his bodyguards to have their conversation uninterrupted.

"You guys ready for this?" Cassidy asked.

"Yeah," Jeremy nodded. "Keep your eyes peeled, guys."

"Should we split up, or…?" Susie asked uncertainly.

Gabe shook his head. "Let's just stick together until we get our bearings first. I know we can flow through walls and stuff, but the last thing we need to is to get confused while we're trying to do what we're supposed to do."

It was a good argument, and one that none of the ghost kids had any opposition to. Mike wheeled his way over to the front doors of the factory, with Hector opening the doors for him to let him inside.

Once they were inside, they found themselves in an antechamber where a receptionist was waiting at the desk. The receptionist looked up and gave a brief gasp of surprise. "Oh!" she let out, before quickly composing yourself. "Would you happen to be the new head of our Special Delivery project?"

"That would be me," Mike confirmed. "And who might you be?"

"I'm Stacy," the receptionist introduced herself. "I knew our last head had been fired by the bosses, but I didn't expect him to get replaced so soon!"

"The last head got fired?" Liz asked through their telepathic link. "I don't remember hearing about that!"

"They probably got scapegoated by Fazbear Entertainment, trying to put the blame on someone else like they always do," Charlie pointed out with clear disgust.

"Hopefully you'll take us a bit more seriously than he did," Stacy continued, a brief flash of frustration appearing on her face. "The guy was a total dick, he never listened to us! And he pretty much ignored us whenever we told him something was wrong!"

Fritz snickered. "It sounds like the jackass deserved it," he commented dryly.

"For the wrong reasons, maybe, but it's hard for me to feel bad for him after hearing that," Gabe added.

"Would you mind gathering all of the employees to one spot?" Mike asked. "I would like to speak to all of them before we begin work today. Introduce myself, get to know the people working under me better, you know the drill."

Stacy looked a bit surprised at the request. "Of course. I'll spread the word," she assured him.

Mike gave her an appreciative smile. "Thanks."

Stacy left the room, and a few seconds later, they could hear announcing Mike's arrival to the intercom, along with instructions for everyone to gather in the main manufacturing area.

"Well, at least they're not wasting any time getting everyone rounded up," Hector commented.

"I'll guide you over to the second floor, where the supervising balcony is located. I can move your wheelchair for you if you'd like," Stacy offered.

Mike raised a hand to deny the request. "No thank you," he politely deferred. "I can drive myself, and my aides are under strict instructions not to let anyone but themselves near my wheelchair if I need any assistance."

"In that case, the elevator is right that way," Stacy pointed down a hallway.

Mike thanked her and their group moved down the hallway. As they did passed through the doors and approached the elevator, Mike suddenly tightened his grip on the ranged electric shocker that he had been keeping in his pocket, activating it as he did so.

"The heck? You're turning that on already?" Hector wondered.

"The elevator's not a bad place to set up an animatronic ambush," Mike pointed out, "if the saboteur/hacker is particularly ballsy."

"That's not a bad point, actually," Colm muttered, as he took out his electric baton and prepared to turn it on. Thankfully, the devices that Mike had given them were hi-tech, and could switch from off to full power in minimal time.

"I'll go check it out," Fritz offered as they approached the elevator. As Mike pressed the button and waited for it to come down, the former Foxy inhabitant scouted it out by floating through the doors. A few seconds later, he came back out. "Clear!" he declared. "There's nobody in here."

"Damn, being a ghost really IS useful for scouting out places," Colm commented mentally through their shared link as the door opened. True to Fritz's report, there was nobody inside.

"Fucking hell," Mike groaned. "Maybe I'm just being paranoid."

"It's only paranoia if someone's not out to get you," Hector pointed out as they entered the elevator. "And we already know there's some jackass out there mucking about with the animatronics."

Once they were inside, Gabe quickly floated to check on the second floor to see if there was somebody waiting to ambush them. Similarly to the first floor, there was nobody waiting to attack, and the party was able to make it all the way to the door leading to the supervisor's balcony without any incidents.

"Maybe we're taking this a bit too seriously," Liz mumbled.

"When there's somebody out there possessed by a copy of fucking William Afton of all people? Not a chance," Cassidy immediately refuted.

"There's no way that Glitchtrap is going to just take this shit lying down," Mike communicated to everyone mentally (except for Hector). "He's going to fight back in some way. We just don't know when or how?"

"Glitchtrap?" Colm telepathically repeated the name, clearly confused. "Who the hell is that?"

"I'll explain later," Mike tersely replied as he wheeled himself up the balcony, his bodyguards standing just a few feet away from either side. Peering over the balcony, he could see that Stacy had been busy gathering all of the employees in front of him on the factory floor below.

"May I have your attention please!" he called out, taking out a megaphone to amplify his voice for everyone to hear it. He might have been crippled by the Toy Bonnie attack, but his voice was as powerful and as force as ever, immediately attracting everyone's attention. Immediately, everyone on the floor below stopped talking and turned their heads up to face.

"My name is Mike Schmidt," he announced himself. "I'm not exactly sure whether you've all been caught up to speed, but I've been chosen to replace the former head of Fazbear Entertainment's Special Delivery project as its new leader and overseer."

"Oh, so the other jackass is gone?" one of the employees shouted back up at him. "Thank fuck for that."

"Guy was a complete dick!" another employee agreed, earning some derisive laughter from some of his fellow workers.

"Wow, they REALLY didn't like the other guy who used to be in charge, did they?" Susie mumbled.

"Fazbear Entertainment might've actually done something right sacking him," Gabe agreed dryly.

Mike silently processed all of this information. On the one hand, he was disappointed but not in the least bit surprised that Fazbear Entertainment had developed an unsatisfactory, if not downright toxic environment for its employees under the Special Delivery project. Fazbear Entertainment had made it abundantly clear that they didn't give a single flying fuck about its employees, and Mike saw no reason to believe that they had changed this behavior between several years ago and now.

On the other hand, the fact that the workers apparently hated their previous leader was actually a good thing for him. It would mean that they would be more receptive to a change in leadership…especially if he proved himself to be superior to the one he had replaced.

"For those of you who don't know me, I used to be the Chief Engineer of Eisensteel before I retired early," Mike continued introducing himself. "I briefly helped out Fazbear Entertainment with a different project of theirs, and in exchange they sent me one of the early animatronics for their Special Delivery project as a gift." He lifted up his arm so that everyone could see the cast wrapped around it. "The animatronic glitched out so badly it broke my arm."

"I fucking knew it!" one guy suddenly shouted furiously. All eyes turned to him, and he briefly shrank in embarrassment before deciding to press on since he had already outed himself. "I told that piece of shit that something was off with some of the goddamn animatronics. But that asshole just kept blowing me off and told me to shut up cause everything would be fine. But I was right all along, and look what fucking happened!"

"What do you mean?" Mike asked immediately, breaking off his own introduction to listen to what his new work force had to say.

"Some of the animatronics have been a bit…glitchy," another calmer worker reported, this one a younger woman. "Nothing that caused a major incident, but something about them always seemed kind of off. We were told to ignore it unless it messed up the animatronic's functioning completely."

"That might've been how you did things under the other guy," Mike replied, "but it's not how you're going to do things under me. My priority as the new leader of the Special Delivery project is to make sure that these animatronics are completely functional and safe for the public to use without risk of being attacked in their own homes, and I'm going to do everything in my power to make that goal a reality."

"You tell'em, Dad!" Fritz cheered.

"So you're actually going to listen to us?" one worker called out to him a bit hopefully.

"When people's lives are at stake, only a fool wouldn't listen to the people who have actually been building and testing the animatronics every day," Mike retorted. "Especially with the new information that I personally discovered."

He lifted his cast again, this time even higher, so that everyone could clearly see the results of Toy Bonnie's attacks on him. "The animatronic that attacked me in my own house wasn't just glitchy or malfunctioning. It was deliberately hacked with malicious programming. Malicious programming that directed the animatronic to viciously attack and kill anybody in the area several hours after the animatronic was turned on. And after hearing what I've been hearing from you guys, I'm even more convinced now that at least a few, and more than likely several of the animatronics in this factory have been similarly hacked to kill innocent, unsuspecting customers. I don't know if there's a saboteur who's been sneaking into the factory and hacking the animatronics during the night when no one is here, or if one of you is secretly hacking them to kill people if nobody's looking. Having just started working today, I don't know how widespread the problem is. But make no mistake, people. This is, for all intents and purposes, a mass murder attempt in the making, and I will treat it as such."

The workers started muttering amongst themselves. Clearly, the information that Mike was sharing was new to them. Which meant that either Fazbear Entertainment hadn't yet had the time to spread this discovery to them…or they had decided not to bother and let Mike do the work himself. Which was fucking typical, even if it was arguably his duty to make sure that the employees were up to date on all the goings-on with regards to the project's development and progress.

"I've discussed this with Fazbear Entertainment, and I am changing the priorities of this project," Mike declared. "We are temporarily stopping any further production of any animatronics while the criminal is at large. Instead, we are going to be thoroughly examining the animatronics that have already been created. If there are irregularities, they will be thoroughly investigated to make sure that it isn't due to the same malicious programming that almost killed me several days ago."

He turned his gaze down towards the assembled group of employees, and everyone could see a strange combination of both welcoming kindness and blazing intensity. "This also means that I will be taking your comments very seriously, unlike the last guy that was here. If you're concerned that something feels off or that something doesn't seem quite right, then I encourage you to speak. Talk to me, or if you're not comfortable with my presence, talk to your fellow employees. Don't hesitate to speak out. I can promise you right here and now, as your new boss, that I will never get angry at you "merely" for wasting my time. So long as you are taking your job and the safety of the animatronics seriously, I will always take what you have to say seriously. The tragedy of Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria happened because of crazy animatronics that spiraled of control, and I'll be damned if I let something like that happen again without doing everything in my power to stop it!"

As he finished his speech, his employees started to mutter amongst themselves. It was impossible to tell what each individual worker was thinking or saying, but from what Mike could tell, the overall attitude of the room appeared to be…approval. Cautious, reluctant approval to be sure…but it was approval all the same.

"I think they like you, dad!" Cassidy grinned.

"Yeah, it sounds like they're on board with what you want to do," Susie agreed.

"Can you blame them though? Everyone likes Dad!" Liz commented happily.

"Except for whoever got possessed by Glitchtrap and is responsible for this whole mess in the first place," Mike thought wryly. Out loud, he continued. "I'm going to be spending today getting familiar with how this place works and what you guys have been doing. And that's what I need you to help me with today, and the next few days if need be. Tell me what's been going on. How you've been building the animatronics, checking their programming, testing them, etc. I can't expect to possibly solve the problems going on behind-the-scenes in this place if I don't understand the basics of this place to begin with."

"Damn right," a worker commented, earning a couple of laughs from the other works. But Mike could already tell that the atmosphere was already…lighter, somehow. He wouldn't go so far as to call the employees happily, but it seemed like having a boss who would take them seriously had noticeably improved their mood.

"One thing before we begin," Mike continued. He gestured to Colm and Hector, who were standing beside him. "These are my associates, Colm and Hector. They're here to help me get around the place while I do my job. Given my recent injury, I'd very much appreciate if nobody were to get too close to me until I recover. Colm and Hector are here to ensure I get some personal space until I get on my two feet and give me an extra hand if I need it. Don't be afraid to talk to them or to me if you need something, but I'd appreciate if you could let me have a little personal space otherwise."

There was some muttering of assent, although with some confusion mixed in with it. They had seen Mike wheel up to the edge of the balcony by himself, so they weren't entirely sure if the two men were entirely needed. But it was ultimately a minor detail in the grand scheme of things, and the workers were quick to brush it off.

"Now then," Mike declared. "It's time for us to get to work. I need a good breakdown of what's been going on, and I'm relying on you guys to help me wrap my head around things. Let's begin."

A Few Hours Later…

Mike didn't know if he should laugh or cry about the fact that he had found something extremely objectionable only a few hours into his first day working at Fazbear Entertainment.

"What the hell is this?" he exclaimed, as he pointed to the blueprints that some of Fazbear Entertainment's engineers were showing him.

"It's a cloaking device!" the engineer exclaimed. "We're in the final stages of designing it. It's meant to make the animatronics…" the excitement was rapidly disappearing, being replaced by increasing amounts of nervousness and even fear at the increasingly stormy look on Mike's face. "…turn invisible…" the engineer finished meekly.

Mike didn't even need to look at his kids' faces to know that they were just as unamused. Hell, even Colm and Hector could already figure out the problem with making animatronics invisible with cloaking devices.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me, right?" Fritz exclaimed. "Even I can see the problem with this, and I'm a dumbass!"

Mike took a deep breath. "You know…" he began in a falsely conversational tone. "This idea would be completely brilliant if it wasn't for the fact that the way it was going to be applied is so completely fucking STUPID!" he shouted the last word furiously, causing everyone around him (living or otherwise) to flinch visibly as he forced himself to calm down.

"Fazbear Entertainment wanted us to…" the engineer meekly began, but one look from Mike instantly silenced.

"First of all, these animatronics have already been proven to have malevolent programming causing them to kill people, a fact that's already been confirmed," Mike started ranting furiously. Somehow, the fact that he was currently stuck in a wheelchair didn't diminish his presence in the slightest. "Your standard average person would already have a hard time surviving a killer metal machine trying to smash their bones to pieces, and that's assuming they had the proper tools to defend themselves like the shocker with them. And you want to make that already difficult job of surviving a battle against an animatronic even harder by turning the animatronic invisible? How the fuck is a grown adult or, God forbid, a little kid supposed to avoid getting killed by one of these hacked and dangerous animatronics when they can't even see the animatronic coming to begin with?"

The engineers looked at each other with nervous expressions, along with a hint of bemusement and realization. Now that it was being spelled out for them, they could start to see the problem with giving the animatronics cloaking devices.

But Mike wasn't done. "Second of all, let's pretend that these animatronics weren't hacked to becoming murderous and were just your standard animatronic," he continued ranting. "Trying to cloak them and turn them invisible would only make moving them and maintaining them a pain in the ass for any person who bought them. Imagine wasting several extra seconds to minutes trying to find your animatronic to move it to wherever you normally store it, just because it disappeared and you can't remember where you store it. Or imagine breaking part of the wall of your house or something precious in your house because your animatronic turned invisible and you can't see its arm about to knock over your priceless antique vase. And that's the more OPTIMISTIC scenarios. What if the animatronic suddenly turned invisible while you were maintaining or fixing it, and because you couldn't see what you were doing, you ended up damaging it permanently? Why would you introduce something that would make living with these animatronics so much harder than it needs to be?"

"Whoever came up with this idea REALLY is a complete idiot…" Liz muttered in disgust.

"And finally, and this is somehow the part that pisses me off the most, is there ACTUALLY a single good reason for making the animatronics invisible?" Mike finished, still on a roll with venting his frustration. "I can't even think of ONE. I can't even justify it with the excuse that Fazbear Entertainment are lazy and greedy as fuck, because trying to develop this cloaking device and mass-producing this device would cost a lot of time and money that would only serve to make things worse. So why would they bother making cloaking devices for the animatronics when it just doesn't even make ANY FUCKING SENSE?"

The engineers looked at each other uncertainly as Mike finally finished venting, taking several seconds to breathe in and out to regain his self-control. Hector, not knowing what else to do, put a gentle hand on Mike's shoulder to try and calm him down. Amazingly, this actually worked, and Mike felt some of the anger leave him.

"So…do you want us to just scrap this whole idea?" another engineer asked hesitantly.

Mike was about to open his mouth to demand exactly that, when Gabe, invisible to everyone but his family and Colm, suddenly floated in front of Mike's face. "Wait, stop, Dad!" he called out, waving his hands to grab his attention.

Mike was too shocked by the action to do anything but ask a simple, unemotional, "what?"

"Cloaking devices for the animatronics was a shitty idea, sure. But what if…what if we did the opposite idea instead? What if we changed it so that it was a cloaking device or something that a HUMAN could use instead?" the former Freddy inhabitant quickly suggested.

"What are you talking about?" Susie wondered.

"Instead of a cloaking device for the animatronics, we have them make a cap or hat or accessory or something that makes it so that the animatronics can't see a human instead of the other way around," Gabe explained. "You said that it would be harder for a human to survive against an animatronic if the animatronic was invisible, but the opposite's also true. It's harder for an animatronic to kill a human if the HUMAN is invisible, too!"

Realization dawned on the family's faces. "Holy crap!" Cassidy exclaimed. "That's GENIUS!"

"Yeah, it'd make things a lot easier for customers to survive animatronic attacks in case we miss any before they send them out!" Charlie enthusiastically agreed. "Brilliant idea, Gabe!"

"What do you think, Dad?" Gabe asked the only person there whose opinion truly mattered when it came to influencing the real world.

"I think bringing you guys along was the best thing I could've done for even more reasons than I thought," Mike commented approvingly, before turning his attention towards the cowering engineers. "Listen up, you guys. The execution of the idea was flawed and idiotic beyond belief. But the idea behind it…the idea has merit."

"Wait…you're not going to make us scrap the whole thing?" the engineer hesitatingly asked with a bit of hopefulness on his face.

Mike shook his head. "No, but we're completely change how we implement it. Instead of a cloaking device for the animatronics, I'm charging you with designing a device that would make it so that humans will be invisible to the animatronics, instead of the other way around. Something like a helmet that humans can wear that will mess with the animatronics' eye sensors, blinding them. They can't properly attack anything that they can't see."

The engineers looked at each other uncertainly, before slowly starting to nod at each other. "We can do that," the engineer who had previously announced the cloaking devices spoke up. "If anything, that'll probably be easier than what we were doing to begin with, if you're only interested in making customers invisible to animatronics instead of invisible in general."

"That's exactly what I'm interested in," Mike answered smoothly. "Unless you want to really create a device that will make it easier for people to rob or even kill each other."

The engineers all shuddered. "No, we definitely get your point," one of them acknowledged. "I'm just a bit worried about what Fazbear Entertainment will say to such a dramatic change in plans."

Mike scoffed. "Don't worry. All I'll have to do is explain that this'll be a lot cheaper and easier to make it and they'll be on board nice and easy." Granted, a demon lord viciously torturing half of the executive board into doing what he wanted them to do with hideous nightmares didn't hurt matters either, but he obviously wasn't going to say that out loud.

As Mike proceeded to discuss the details of the new human-protecting invisibility device with the engineers, Jeremy heard a metallic clanging sound in the distance. He was about to ignore it, but something about it felt "off." He flew off alone in the direction of the sound, which was behind one of the doors a short distance away. Jeremy flew through the door and into the hallway…

…only to gasp in shock at what he discovered.

A fully active Foxy animatronic, his eyes glowing unnaturally and his head twitching erratically…just as the Toy Bonnie's had done. A Foxy that was already racing towards the door leading to the room where his father was in.

"Oh, SHIT!" the former Bonnie inhabitant nearly screamed as he raced back through the door and towards Mike and his group. "Dad, Dad!" he shouted desperately, catching his father's attention. "Red alert! RED ALERT! THERE'S AN ANIMATRONIC ABOUT TO ATTACK!"

"What the fuck?!" was all Mike had time to exclaim as the door that Jeremy had just checked slammed open, revealing the Foxy that Jeremy had scouted out just in time. Everyone watched in complete horror as the animatronic let out a bloodcurdling scream and lunged directly at Mike, claws and hand outstretched, eager to claim his first kill.

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A/N: Aren't I a stinker, leaving a cliffhanger there just when things were about to get good? Heh heh heh…

Well, things certainly escalated quickly, haven't they? Mike only needed a few hours into his new job to find a serious problem with the Special Delivery project. I understand that the invisibility/cloaking devices of the animatronics is a necessary feature in Special Delivery itself for the purposes of gameplay. But in-universe, as Mike so eloquently demonstrated through his rant, there is literally not a single good reason to turn your animatronics invisible in the first place, and a whole laundry list of reasons for why it's a terrible idea.

Believe it or not, the solution that Gabe came up with for fixing the problem of the cloaking devices was actually a very recent addition compared to the rest of the chapter. My original plans had Mike furiously ordering the engineers to scrap the cloaking devices and anything having to do with them completely. Once again, the ghost kids are showing that they are putting in the work towards their redemption quest whenever they get the chance, this time with Gabe's cool and level head prevailing and coming up with a rational solution that ultimately would be much better than what Mike was about to do. Mike is very intelligent, but as we've seen plenty of times before, he can let his emotions get the better of him sometimes (not that I can blame him, because cloaking devices for the animatronics really is just that stupid of an idea).

And oh boy, did things escalate quickly towards the end. Someone in the comments suggested that Colm and Hector might earn their $2500 a week paycheck by the end of Mike's stint as head of the Special Delivery project. Given what's about to happen, they might earn their paycheck by the end of the first day…

Next chapter, Mike and co. deal with an animatronic attack about to spring on them! And who's to say that this is the only one that's gone crazy like this…

Please let me know what you think, and I hope you guys enjoyed!