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CAUTION: this fic contains broken bones, but surprisingly, no blood. Also Security Breach spoilers.

There is a child running about the building. She's known that for about four hours now, but she's only ever managed to catch up to the kid once. Come 3 AM, she's already decided to neglect orders and break the conspiracy. After realising that she was alone in Monty Golf after glitching the Arcade, Officer Vanessa's (or Sylvia, as she prefers to be called) search leads her to the kitchen and the trash compactor.

With the few signs of what had happened being a few shards of chicas casing and a loose trapdoor in the compactor, Sylvia's about to become Alice in trashland and find out where the hole leads.

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Officer Vanessa, or Sylvia, as she preferred to be called, stood in the elevator that went down to the kitchen. It had been a while since the riot and mass layoffs, and the staff only areas were still in disrepair, as there were so few human staff left to actually maintain it, as the robots didn't need a break, so why bother repairing the break room, as her benefactor so bluntly put it.

As she stepped out into the lower floor that contained the kitchen, loading docks, staff locker room, and just generally all the stuff that staff didn't want customers to see that wasn't repairs based, the scenery told it's story. The break room was still missing it's door, and tables and chairs were still tipped over, torn from the ground, and ceiling tiles had been popped out and shattered. The locker room was still in the same condition as it was before, only a handful of things out of place due to the few human staff that remained, many of whom were technicians, so didn't have the time to come down here often.

The only reason why she was even down here was because she had to search for the lost boy, Gregory, as she learned that his name was from the voice on the boy's fazwatch.

She had already spoke to Freddy about the implications that his actions may have, and the bear didn't seem to quite have a grasp on his own mortality like she did. She was worried for the bear, as whilst at the start of the night she thought that Freddy was the only one who was 'abnormal' tonight, as the night dragged on it had become clear that the opposite was true; Freddy was the only animatronic in this place who hadn't had the virus effect them this night.

As she stepped foot in the kitchen, things felt out of place. There were fragments of white robot casing around the garbage compactor, and the place smelled vaugely of... Monty's mystery mix? That was supposed to be disposed of in the bowling alley, not in the garbage compactor, and it certainly didn't smell like this earlier. The safety beam was missing too. Someone must have put this here, and...

"Oh fuck."

The scenario clicked in Sylvia's head. Gregory must have figured out Chica's Achilles heel and gotten her crushed in the garbage compactor, but where did the kid go? And where the hell was Chica.

She didn't see any blood, so the kid hadn't been crushed at least.

Freddy was nowhere to be seen either. No doubt he was avoiding her, and not like she had done anything to clear herself of suspicion anyway.

Sylvia knew that the garbage compactor dumped the rubbish it compacted into the sewers, and whilst she would normally be able to access the sewers from the staffbot silo, she had already gone there near the start of her sift and found that the gate was jammed from the other side, and she figured that the chances of it being not jammed now were slim and that was one fence she'd never try to hop.

Sylvia dashed into the generator room, only called that as this large storage room happened to contain the farty little generator that powered the trash compactor, and touched the casing of the dinky purple generator. It was warm. Her hunch was slowly being confirmed. She quickly grabbed a spare metal beam and dashed back to the garbage compactor. With everything her benefactor was making her do, she didn't have time for any of this, but then again, she had been neglecting most of those orders to investigate and glitch the arcade machines, and she had a bad feeling that it was more than just Chica that was in the sewers right now.

She didn't care about the robot's wellbeing as it had duped her all night so far about its true intentions with finding the child. She wasn't going down to find the robot; she was planning on finding the child.

"Played the fool again" she mumbled to herself as she shoved the metal beam in the garbage compactor so that she wouldn't be turned into a meat pancake if someone happened to try and switch on the compactor whilst she was trying to search it, which if the kid - Gregory - was still up here, he'd probably try.

She apprehensively stepped into the compactor, and looked around. It had definitely been used recently, as there was little to no rubbish inside. She turned to the trapdoor hatch and tapped it with her foot.

Rubbish fell into the pit below as she recoiled her foot and the trapdoor hatch gave way. She considered herself lucky to have not fallen in, and she shone her torch down into the pit to see what was down there.

The light didn't reach the bottom.

She hoped that the kid hadn't fallen down.

As she went to turn around, she felt a pair of fabric paws on her back. Time seemed to freeze for a moment, and out of the corners of her eyes, she saw a red glow. One forceful shove tipped her off balance, and Sylvia found herself tumbling into the darkness.

She didn't need to see the silhouette of the rabbit lady standing over the opening to know who had shoved her. Even then, turning around to look up confirmed her suspicions.

Everything seemed to slow down again, her hair bellowing in the wind of the fall her only remaining tie to the passage of time.

After what felt like an eternity, the silhouette of Vanny seemed to jump down after her. If she was following her down here, it only meant two things. Either 1 - Gregory was down here and she wanted to find him first. Or 2 - this is where Vanny intended on killing her.

Hell, if luck wasn't going to be on her side tonight, it may well wind up being both.

A crack sounded as she hit the ground. Pain shot through her body and all the air left her lungs; she felt as if she couldn't move. As Vanny landed next to her, she figured that this was the end, but instead of a quick knife between the ribs, the rabbit lady just waved at her before skipping away.

Fighting through the pain, Sylvia pulled herself up, figuring that her dehabilitating pain was due to hopefully just a broken rib or two, and watched as the rabbit continued to skip into the darkness.

Seeing spots, Sylvia clambered the rest of the way to her feet and followed, staggering behind. She had already noted that nothing was in this enterance to the sewers other than herself and Vanny, but she did see small footprints heading out, as well as Chica's footprints. She'd be adding hers to this track soon too.

"This does not help me not look suspicious."

She noted the footprints as and when she could, and whilst the kid's heavy footed running had left the occasional print in the dust and Chica's footfalls were easily tracked, she checked behind herself and found that her own was a slug trail of a footprint from dragging her feet across the floor.

Clambering through and around the waste and sewage was more painful than it should have been, and as she dragged herself up onto the other side of the sewer, she heard what sounded like a woman screaming.

Despite the pain in her ribs, she staggered forward as fast as she could. As she approached the first gate, it appeared that it had already been switched on, and Sylvia dashed through, clambering over beams and pipes to find the source of the screaming.

On the other side of the makeshift platforms, each connected by wooden planks that were bearly nailed down, she saw Vanny clinging onto one of the wooden platforms for dear life.

"No! I'm not letting go! I don't trust you!" Vanny didn't sound like Vanny anymore; she sounded like Vanessa again. She must have slipped, and the fear - or possibility - of death may have caused a lapse in Glitchtrap's control.

Without thinking, Sylvia dashed across and reached down, grabbing Vanny and pulling her back up. Glitchtrap may have had a hold of her half sisters mind, but she wasn't about to let her die, especially now that Sylvia had managed to glitch two of the three arcades that Luis had mentioned. All she needed to do when she got back to the surface was to find Balloon World (ok, technically BB world but some of the veteran guards seemed to have war flashbacks at the mention of the 'BB' robot, so for thier sake, she omitted the 'Boy' part of the title), and then she'd be able to free Ness herself, and she wasn't about to have all that work go to waste.

When Vanny finally had her feet on the platform, Sylvia noticed a change in her behaviour. It was obvious that as soon as Ness was out of danger, that Glitchtrap had leeched back on.

"You had a chance to end the disappearances once and for all. Why didn't you take it?" Vanny asked, her voice a distorted perversion of Ness's.

Sylvia stayed silent and backed off. She wasn't about to tell William what she was up to. She had already gone out of her way to do many things that her primary 'benefactor' had told her not to do. She wasn't about to share it all with the main man.

"Giving me the silent treatment, are we? Your father always told you to speak when spoken to." Vanny continued.

"Piss off." Sylvia snapped, "that's my sister's body you've hijacked."

Vanny laughed before grabbing Sylvia by the collar.

"It'll be his blood on your hands too now when I find him."

Vanny shoved her away and as Sylvia stumbled backwards, she was only just able to grab onto the wooden walkway. Sylvia watched as Vanny skipped away, and as soon as the rabbit was out of sight, she clambered back to safety.

Before pressing onwards, she took the time to look down into the pit, and saw a mountain of old, decrepit and defaced staffbots. She figured that they'd tear apart whatever fell in, so it was best not to drop down. But she had already figured that one out.

As she trekked forward through the sewers, she stopped whenever she saw the rabbit. She didn't want to risk it spotting her and trying to kill her again.

Sylvia considered the possibility that Vanny had unlocked the gates as she passed through the sewers, but as she pressed forward to the second gate, she spotted that it was already unlocked long before Vanny reached it.

Gregory had DEFINITELY been down here and was currently ahead of them, and she hoped that the kid was still alive.

As Sylvia followed Vanny into the room that she had always just called "the garage" due to its layout of two flat concrete rooms separated by a ramp, she noticed more of the monstrous staffbots. Even though they seemed to act like normal staffbots, it was best to not alert them. Who knew what they were capable of.

Taking a deep breath, she snuck past the staffbots and up the ramp. As she was waiting for one of the staffbots to get out of her way, she saw the door to corridor to the silo open, and she recognised the small brown haired boy that ran through.

She held her breath, not wanting to give away her location. She wanted to help the kid, but after what happened when she left him in lost and found, she doubted that he'd ever trust her.

As the door closed, she decided that it was probably best that she caught up with him. After all, even though they had got off on the wrong foot, maybe, seeing as they were both fighting for thier lives in this hellhole, they'd be able to help eachother? But before she could sprint off, a cloth gloved hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back, and Sylvia would know her own crappy needlework from a mile away.

"Nu uh uh~" Vanny laughed as she dragged Sylvia backwards and tossed her to the ground before skipping to the door.

'Buying herself time, clearly.' Sylvia thought to herself as she clambered to her feet, and as she looked back towards the door, she saw that Vanny was already there.

Vanny must have noticed that Sylvia had already gotten up.

Vanny turned to look her in the eyes and raised a finger to her lips before skipping through the door.

Sylvia broke into a sprint as she crossed the garage in a matter of seconds and bolted through the door.

She saw Vanny, and Gregory wasn't that far ahead of her.

Sylvia tried to run past the rabbit lady, but Vanny had switched on the disks in her suit, so getting close was going to be impossible. The black spots from when she fell were consuming her vision again, and if she got any closer to Vanny, she was certain that she'd pass out, so she had to lag behind.

The kid must have noticed the distortion too, as he broke into a sprint, running through the final stretch of the tunnels before he dashed through the creepy silo. As Gregory left her line of sight, she hoped that the rest of the way back to the surface was a home straight and that nothing was waiting in ambush in the silo.

As Sylvia entered the silo, she saw a blur - which she assumed was Gregory - dash up the stairs, and saw Vanny standing still at the bottom of them.

The disks were off, and Sylvia saw this as her chance to get past, but as she stepped foot on the stairs, Vanny grabbed her by the collar of her work shirt.

"G-"

Sylvia opened her mouth to yell and she didn't even have the time to get a single word out before Vanny fixed a paw over her mouth.

She tried to break free from the rabbit, but Vanny's grip was unnaturally strong. Unsurprising, seeing as William clearly didn't give a shit about Ness and was clearly happy to push her body beyond its limits.

As Gregory continued to run up the stairs, stopping to examine the staffbots that were on a platform in the rafters and pick up the old poster from the table, Vanny dragged Sylvia out of the silo.

Sylvia assumed the worst as she was dragged back down to the garage. She tried to kick and scream, but nothing seemed to cause Vanny to falter, and her muffled screams fell on ears that couldn't help, even if they wanted to.

As Vanny re-entered the garage, she tossed Sylvia to the ground.

Sylvia's arms and legs felt like lead, and her head was pounding, the black spots returned to her vision, and her ribs felt as though they were on fire. This was the first time since she had fallen that she had actually had the time to consider her wounds, but as she saw Vanny pull out a knife, she figured that it'd be the last time too.

She closed her eyes, expecting pain, but instead, an object was placed in her hand, and Vanny forced Sylvia's fingers closed around it.

It was a knife.

Sylvia had a hunch that the knife she had been forced to hold was the same one that Vanny intended to kill Gregory with, and now that her own fingerprints were on it, she'd get the blame.

She cursed herself for not being able to fight back, and when Vanny seemed happy about the fingerprints, she let Sylvia go and skipped up towards the silo again.

Sylvia had no idea how long it had been before she was able to stand up again, but as soon as she clambered to her feet, she limped back to the silo.

There was no sign of either Vanny or Gregory, and Sylvia hoped that the kid was far away from here.

All that she had left to do was climb the stairs.

Putting one foot in front of the other was more difficult than it should have been, but then again, "it's a miracle that I can even walk at all after that," she mumbled to herself as she dragged herself up the stairs.

When she far enough up so that she could step on the platform with the staffbots all set up like what she could only describe as either a party or a family dinner - she still didn't know - she paused for a bit.

"How long has the ice cream bot had a head for?"

She didn't come down here often, and the last time she did come down here was well before the mass layoffs, which were about a week ago now.

It definitely didn't feel like that long, but then again, when you spend each night fretting and trying your damnedest to make sure that everyone leaves before the place closes, and then spend the next six hours patroling the place half for anyone that you may have missed and half as robot bait, the days did blend together an awful lot.

And then there was the day the electricians went missing in Roxy Raceway. Part of her knew that they were dead. Probably why they weren't fired and were allowed to stay.

And then there was the fact that this was not first time she had seen the kid's face. She knew him from somewhere, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

Sylvia considered the possibility that Gregory may have been a child of one of the electricians. Or he could have been one of many children that she had to console during her time as a paranormal responder. Something dog-like growled at the back of her mind and she snapped herself out of it before looked back to the staffbots.

"What the hell does this all mean?" She asked herself, glaring at the only remaining headless staffbot.

She shook her head and carried on up the stairs.

If she wanted to know what that all meant, she was going to have to bring it up later. That's if she remembered. She was only just recalling what happened during the mass layoffs; as soon as she left the building, her memories had started getting foggy, as if years had passed in a second. If her rapid heart rate and pounding migraine was anything to go by, she doubted that she'd remember anything unimportant, so she had to make it important.

"What if..." She mumbled, looking back for a second, "each of the staffbots represents someone..." She looked back up the stairs and continued up, "and when they receive a head... That means thier stand-in is stuck in this hellhole."

She nodded as she reached the gate.

"Yeah. That makes sense. After the layoffs, one of them got a head. But then who's the propeller hat one?" She said as she reached the top of the stairs.

"Fuck yeah, medkid." Her entire train of thought derailed as she rushed to the medkit by the workbench and begun to patch herself up, tending to any wounds that she knew what the hell to do with. Then she got to the pain in her ribs. Lifting her shirt to see a rather nasty bruise, she decided to take an 'if I can't see it it doesn't exist' approach for now.

After putting the medkit back, she looked to the gate, and it was ajar.

'Gregory must have opened it.'

The thought came all to quickly as she received a message from her tablet.

The screen was cracked, and she thought to herself 'good thing I left my bag in the locker rooms' as she read the words on screen and headed to where she had left her bag.

As Sylvia approached her bag, she spoke. "I know you've been worried about me-"

"You almost died!" A voice from her bag interupted.

"Yeah. But besides the point, I want you to remember a few things for me." Sylvia replied, unzipping the bag and pulling out the source of the voice: the decapitated robot head of Glamrock Bonnie.

"Sure thing, but you need to take a shower."

Sylvia did admit that she stank, but that wasn't important right now.

"Fine..." She huffed, knowing that she would probably have to get a shower anyway, "Just remember this: Glitchtrap tends to lose control of Vanny if she's in a situation where she's about to die, and theres a table set out in the staffbot silo in the rafters that you pass when using the stairs, and I think that which bots are there is a parallel to something, and may represent both people in the past and an intended 'parallel', like, probably me and the ice cream bot."

"Noted," Bonnie said, "now put me back in the bag before your benefactor notices. It's risky enough me even communicating with you via the tablet."

"I know I know. Just, I don't do well being alone." Sylvia felt her guard drop a little, but she couldn't let anyone - let alone a robot - know she was vulnerable like that! "But not like that. I'm just not used to the solo shift yet, ok!"

Nope. Now she just sounded more desperate for sane human interaction. With a huff, she put Bonnie back in her bag and fetched a spare uniform out of her locker.

As she placed her tablet on the bench, she noticed that it was still four PM. Very late into four PM, like, twenty minutes before five or something, but still. She had to shower quickly, as she only had an hour for one last task of her own setting.

Her 'benefactor' could go die in a hole and take his demands with him for all she cared. She almost did.

With a huff, she hopped in one of the shower cubicles, leaving her clean uniform on the floor outside, as it wasn't like there was anyone to take it or tread on it now. She also placed a bag outside, where she put her socks and intended to put the rest of her sewage scented current uniform.

The water was warm, which was a nice surprise and helped soothe the pain in her ribs. She was still planning on ignoring the damage, but every time her hand connected with the massive bruise as she washed the sewage stench off of herself, she was reminded that she should be running to find medial attention, not running around messing with arcades.

After she was confident that she no longer stunk of sewage, she switched off the water and dried herself off, borrowing Jeremy's hair dryer that he had forgotten about on the night of the mass layoffs.

'Eh. I'll give it to him when I see him next.' she thought to herself as she changed into her clean uniform, packed the dirty one into a carrier bag, and shoved Jeremy's hair dryer into her bag.

She looped the handles of the carrier bag around the straps of her bag so it wouldn't go anywhere, and she checked her tablet.

5:15 AM.

That gave her less than an hour. She had already played PQ 1 and 2, and she had already glitched the golf arcade at about four fifteen, then as she made a timeline in her head, she figured that as she was glitching Chica's Feeding Frenzy, that must have been when Gregory was finding the mystery mix and luring chica into the trash compactor.

So all she needed to do was find the final arcade.

"Right," she said to herself as she pulled a Fazcam, that she had nicked from the confiscated items box back in Monty golf, out of her bag. It looked a little worse for wear, but that's what happens when you pick the more battered camera of the two, just to make sure that nobody would wonder too much as to where it went, "Next stop, the cutout trials and the balloon world arcade."

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CAUTION: this fic contains broken bones, but surprisingly, no blood. Also Security Breach spoilers.

There is a child running about the building. She's known that for about four hours now, but she's only ever managed to catch up to the kid once. Come 3 AM, she's already decided to neglect orders and break the conspiracy. After realising that she was alone in Monty Golf after glitching the Arcade, Officer Vanessa's (or Sylvia, as she prefers to be called) search leads her to the kitchen and the trash compactor.

With the few signs of what had happened being a few shards of chicas casing and a loose trapdoor in the compactor, Sylvia's about to become Alice in trashland and find out where the hole leads.

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Officer Vanessa, or Sylvia, as she preferred to be called, stood in the elevator that went down to the kitchen. It had been a while since the riot and mass layoffs, and the staff only areas were still in disrepair, as there were so few human staff left to actually maintain it, as the robots didn't need a break, so why bother repairing the break room, as her benefactor so bluntly put it.

As she stepped out into the lower floor that contained the kitchen, loading docks, staff locker room, and just generally all the stuff that staff didn't want customers to see that wasn't repairs based, the scenery told it's story. The break room was still missing it's door, and tables and chairs were still tipped over, torn from the ground, and ceiling tiles had been popped out and shattered. The locker room was still in the same condition as it was before, only a handful of things out of place due to the few human staff that remained, many of whom were technicians, so didn't have the time to come down here often.

The only reason why she was even down here was because she had to search for the lost boy, Gregory, as she learned that his name was from the voice on the boy's fazwatch.

She had already spoke to Freddy about the implications that his actions may have, and the bear didn't seem to quite have a grasp on his own mortality like she did. She was worried for the bear, as whilst at the start of the night she thought that Freddy was the only one who was 'abnormal' tonight, as the night dragged on it had become clear that the opposite was true; Freddy was the only animatronic in this place who hadn't had the virus effect them this night.

As she stepped foot in the kitchen, things felt out of place. There were fragments of white robot casing around the garbage compactor, and the place smelled vaugely of... Monty's mystery mix? That was supposed to be disposed of in the bowling alley, not in the garbage compactor, and it certainly didn't smell like this earlier. The safety beam was missing too. Someone must have put this here, and...

"Oh fuck."

The scenario clicked in Sylvia's head. Gregory must have figured out Chica's Achilles heel and gotten her crushed in the garbage compactor, but where did the kid go? And where the hell was Chica.

She didn't see any blood, so the kid hadn't been crushed at least.

Freddy was nowhere to be seen either. No doubt he was avoiding her, and not like she had done anything to clear herself of suspicion anyway.

Sylvia knew that the garbage compactor dumped the rubbish it compacted into the sewers, and whilst she would normally be able to access the sewers from the staffbot silo, she had already gone there near the start of her sift and found that the gate was jammed from the other side, and she figured that the chances of it being not jammed now were slim and that was one fence she'd never try to hop.

Sylvia dashed into the generator room, only called that as this large storage room happened to contain the farty little generator that powered the trash compactor, and touched the casing of the dinky purple generator. It was warm. Her hunch was slowly being confirmed. She quickly grabbed a spare metal beam and dashed back to the garbage compactor. With everything her benefactor was making her do, she didn't have time for any of this, but then again, she had been neglecting most of those orders to investigate and glitch the arcade machines, and she had a bad feeling that it was more than just Chica that was in the sewers right now.

She didn't care about the robot's wellbeing as it had duped her all night so far about its true intentions with finding the child. She wasn't going down to find the robot; she was planning on finding the child.

"Played the fool again" she mumbled to herself as she shoved the metal beam in the garbage compactor so that she wouldn't be turned into a meat pancake if someone happened to try and switch on the compactor whilst she was trying to search it, which if the kid - Gregory - was still up here, he'd probably try.

She apprehensively stepped into the compactor, and looked around. It had definitely been used recently, as there was little to no rubbish inside. She turned to the trapdoor hatch and tapped it with her foot.

Rubbish fell into the pit below as she recoiled her foot and the trapdoor hatch gave way. She considered herself lucky to have not fallen in, and she shone her torch down into the pit to see what was down there.

The light didn't reach the bottom.

She hoped that the kid hadn't fallen down.

As she went to turn around, she felt a pair of fabric paws on her back. Time seemed to freeze for a moment, and out of the corners of her eyes, she saw a red glow. One forceful shove tipped her off balance, and Sylvia found herself tumbling into the darkness.

She didn't need to see the silhouette of the rabbit lady standing over the opening to know who had shoved her. Even then, turning around to look up confirmed her suspicions.

Everything seemed to slow down again, her hair bellowing in the wind of the fall her only remaining tie to the passage of time.

After what felt like an eternity, the silhouette of Vanny seemed to jump down after her. If she was following her down here, it only meant two things. Either 1 - Gregory was down here and she wanted to find him first. Or 2 - this is where Vanny intended on killing her.

Hell, if luck wasn't going to be on her side tonight, it may well wind up being both.

A crack sounded as she hit the ground. Pain shot through her body and all the air left her lungs; she felt as if she couldn't move. As Vanny landed next to her, she figured that this was the end, but instead of a quick knife between the ribs, the rabbit lady just waved at her before skipping away.

Fighting through the pain, Sylvia pulled herself up, figuring that her dehabilitating pain was due to hopefully just a broken rib or two, and watched as the rabbit continued to skip into the darkness.

Seeing spots, Sylvia clambered the rest of the way to her feet and followed, staggering behind. She had already noted that nothing was in this enterance to the sewers other than herself and Vanny, but she did see small footprints heading out, as well as Chica's footprints. She'd be adding hers to this track soon too.

"This does not help me not look suspicious."

She noted the footprints as and when she could, and whilst the kid's heavy footed running had left the occasional print in the dust and Chica's footfalls were easily tracked, she checked behind herself and found that her own was a slug trail of a footprint from dragging her feet across the floor.

Clambering through and around the waste and sewage was more painful than it should have been, and as she dragged herself up onto the other side of the sewer, she heard what sounded like a woman screaming.

Despite the pain in her ribs, she staggered forward as fast as she could. As she approached the first gate, it appeared that it had already been switched on, and Sylvia dashed through, clambering over beams and pipes to find the source of the screaming.

On the other side of the makeshift platforms, each connected by wooden planks that were bearly nailed down, she saw Vanny clinging onto one of the wooden platforms for dear life.

"No! I'm not letting go! I don't trust you!" Vanny didn't sound like Vanny anymore; she sounded like Vanessa again. She must have slipped, and the fear - or possibility - of death may have caused a lapse in Glitchtrap's control.

Without thinking, Sylvia dashed across and reached down, grabbing Vanny and pulling her back up. Glitchtrap may have had a hold of her half sisters mind, but she wasn't about to let her die, especially now that Sylvia had managed to glitch two of the three arcades that Luis had mentioned. All she needed to do when she got back to the surface was to find Balloon World (ok, technically BB world but some of the veteran guards seemed to have war flashbacks at the mention of the 'BB' robot, so for thier sake, she omitted the 'Boy' part of the title), and then she'd be able to free Ness herself, and she wasn't about to have all that work go to waste.

When Vanny finally had her feet on the platform, Sylvia noticed a change in her behaviour. It was obvious that as soon as Ness was out of danger, that Glitchtrap had leeched back on.

"You had a chance to end the disappearances once and for all. Why didn't you take it?" Vanny asked, her voice a distorted perversion of Ness's.

Sylvia stayed silent and backed off. She wasn't about to tell William what she was up to. She had already gone out of her way to do many things that her primary 'benefactor' had told her not to do. She wasn't about to share it all with the main man.

"Giving me the silent treatment, are we? Your father always told you to speak when spoken to." Vanny continued.

"Piss off." Sylvia snapped, "that's my sister's body you've hijacked."

Vanny laughed before grabbing Sylvia by the collar.

"It'll be his blood on your hands too now when I find him."

Vanny shoved her away and as Sylvia stumbled backwards, she was only just able to grab onto the wooden walkway. Sylvia watched as Vanny skipped away, and as soon as the rabbit was out of sight, she clambered back to safety.

Before pressing onwards, she took the time to look down into the pit, and saw a mountain of old, decrepit and defaced staffbots. She figured that they'd tear apart whatever fell in, so it was best not to drop down. But she had already figured that one out.

As she trekked forward through the sewers, she stopped whenever she saw the rabbit. She didn't want to risk it spotting her and trying to kill her again.

Sylvia considered the possibility that Vanny had unlocked the gates as she passed through the sewers, but as she pressed forward to the second gate, she spotted that it was already unlocked long before Vanny reached it.

Gregory had DEFINITELY been down here and was currently ahead of them, and she hoped that the kid was still alive.

As Sylvia followed Vanny into the room that she had always just called "the garage" due to its layout of two flat concrete rooms separated by a ramp, she noticed more of the monstrous staffbots. Even though they seemed to act like normal staffbots, it was best to not alert them. Who knew what they were capable of.

Taking a deep breath, she snuck past the staffbots and up the ramp. As she was waiting for one of the staffbots to get out of her way, she saw the door to corridor to the silo open, and she recognised the small brown haired boy that ran through.

She held her breath, not wanting to give away her location. She wanted to help the kid, but after what happened when she left him in lost and found, she doubted that he'd ever trust her.

As the door closed, she decided that it was probably best that she caught up with him. After all, even though they had got off on the wrong foot, maybe, seeing as they were both fighting for thier lives in this hellhole, they'd be able to help eachother? But before she could sprint off, a cloth gloved hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back, and Sylvia would know her own crappy needlework from a mile away.

"Nu uh uh~" Vanny laughed as she dragged Sylvia backwards and tossed her to the ground before skipping to the door.

'Buying herself time, clearly.' Sylvia thought to herself as she clambered to her feet, and as she looked back towards the door, she saw that Vanny was already there.

Vanny must have noticed that Sylvia had already gotten up.

Vanny turned to look her in the eyes and raised a finger to her lips before skipping through the door.

Sylvia broke into a sprint as she crossed the garage in a matter of seconds and bolted through the door.

She saw Vanny, and Gregory wasn't that far ahead of her.

Sylvia tried to run past the rabbit lady, but Vanny had switched on the disks in her suit, so getting close was going to be impossible. The black spots from when she fell were consuming her vision again, and if she got any closer to Vanny, she was certain that she'd pass out, so she had to lag behind.

The kid must have noticed the distortion too, as he broke into a sprint, running through the final stretch of the tunnels before he dashed through the creepy silo. As Gregory left her line of sight, she hoped that the rest of the way back to the surface was a home straight and that nothing was waiting in ambush in the silo.

As Sylvia entered the silo, she saw a blur - which she assumed was Gregory - dash up the stairs, and saw Vanny standing still at the bottom of them.

The disks were off, and Sylvia saw this as her chance to get past, but as she stepped foot on the stairs, Vanny grabbed her by the collar of her work shirt.

"G-"

Sylvia opened her mouth to yell and she didn't even have the time to get a single word out before Vanny fixed a paw over her mouth.

She tried to break free from the rabbit, but Vanny's grip was unnaturally strong. Unsurprising, seeing as William clearly didn't give a shit about Ness and was clearly happy to push her body beyond its limits.

As Gregory continued to run up the stairs, stopping to examine the staffbots that were on a platform in the rafters and pick up the old poster from the table, Vanny dragged Sylvia out of the silo.

Sylvia assumed the worst as she was dragged back down to the garage. She tried to kick and scream, but nothing seemed to cause Vanny to falter, and her muffled screams fell on ears that couldn't help, even if they wanted to.

As Vanny re-entered the garage, she tossed Sylvia to the ground.

Sylvia's arms and legs felt like lead, and her head was pounding, the black spots returned to her vision, and her ribs felt as though they were on fire. This was the first time since she had fallen that she had actually had the time to consider her wounds, but as she saw Vanny pull out a knife, she figured that it'd be the last time too.

She closed her eyes, expecting pain, but instead, an object was placed in her hand, and Vanny forced Sylvia's fingers closed around it.

It was a knife.

Sylvia had a hunch that the knife she had been forced to hold was the same one that Vanny intended to kill Gregory with, and now that her own fingerprints were on it, she'd get the blame.

She cursed herself for not being able to fight back, and when Vanny seemed happy about the fingerprints, she let Sylvia go and skipped up towards the silo again.

Sylvia had no idea how long it had been before she was able to stand up again, but as soon as she clambered to her feet, she limped back to the silo.

There was no sign of either Vanny or Gregory, and Sylvia hoped that the kid was far away from here.

All that she had left to do was climb the stairs.

Putting one foot in front of the other was more difficult than it should have been, but then again, "it's a miracle that I can even walk at all after that," she mumbled to herself as she dragged herself up the stairs.

When she far enough up so that she could step on the platform with the staffbots all set up like what she could only describe as either a party or a family dinner - she still didn't know - she paused for a bit.

"How long has the ice cream bot had a head for?"

She didn't come down here often, and the last time she did come down here was well before the mass layoffs, which were about a week ago now.

It definitely didn't feel like that long, but then again, when you spend each night fretting and trying your damnedest to make sure that everyone leaves before the place closes, and then spend the next six hours patroling the place half for anyone that you may have missed and half as robot bait, the days did blend together an awful lot.

And then there was the day the electricians went missing in Roxy Raceway. Part of her knew that they were dead. Probably why they weren't fired and were allowed to stay.

And then there was the fact that this was not first time she had seen the kid's face. She knew him from somewhere, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

Sylvia considered the possibility that Gregory may have been a child of one of the electricians. Or he could have been one of many children that she had to console during her time as a paranormal responder. Something dog-like growled at the back of her mind and she snapped herself out of it before looked back to the staffbots.

"What the hell does this all mean?" She asked herself, glaring at the only remaining headless staffbot.

She shook her head and carried on up the stairs.

If she wanted to know what that all meant, she was going to have to bring it up later. That's if she remembered. She was only just recalling what happened during the mass layoffs; as soon as she left the building, her memories had started getting foggy, as if years had passed in a second. If her rapid heart rate and pounding migraine was anything to go by, she doubted that she'd remember anything unimportant, so she had to make it important.

"What if..." She mumbled, looking back for a second, "each of the staffbots represents someone..." She looked back up the stairs and continued up, "and when they receive a head... That means thier stand-in is stuck in this hellhole."

She nodded as she reached the gate.

"Yeah. That makes sense. After the layoffs, one of them got a head. But then who's the propeller hat one?" She said as she reached the top of the stairs.

"Fuck yeah, medkid." Her entire train of thought derailed as she rushed to the medkit by the workbench and begun to patch herself up, tending to any wounds that she knew what the hell to do with. Then she got to the pain in her ribs. Lifting her shirt to see a rather nasty bruise, she decided to take an 'if I can't see it it doesn't exist' approach for now.

After putting the medkit back, she looked to the gate, and it was ajar.

'Gregory must have opened it.'

The thought came all to quickly as she received a message from her tablet.

The screen was cracked, and she thought to herself 'good thing I left my bag in the locker rooms' as she read the words on screen and headed to where she had left her bag.

As Sylvia approached her bag, she spoke. "I know you've been worried about me-"

"You almost died!" A voice from her bag interupted.

"Yeah. But besides the point, I want you to remember a few things for me." Sylvia replied, unzipping the bag and pulling out the source of the voice: the decapitated robot head of Glamrock Bonnie.

"Sure thing, but you need to take a shower."

Sylvia did admit that she stank, but that wasn't important right now.

"Fine..." She huffed, knowing that she would probably have to get a shower anyway, "Just remember this: Glitchtrap tends to lose control of Vanny if she's in a situation where she's about to die, and theres a table set out in the staffbot silo in the rafters that you pass when using the stairs, and I think that which bots are there is a parallel to something, and may represent both people in the past and an intended 'parallel', like, probably me and the ice cream bot."

"Noted," Bonnie said, "now put me back in the bag before your benefactor notices. It's risky enough me even communicating with you via the tablet."

"I know I know. Just, I don't do well being alone." Sylvia felt her guard drop a little, but she couldn't let anyone - let alone a robot - know she was vulnerable like that! "But not like that. I'm just not used to the solo shift yet, ok!"

Nope. Now she just sounded more desperate for sane human interaction. With a huff, she put Bonnie back in her bag and fetched a spare uniform out of her locker.

As she placed her tablet on the bench, she noticed that it was still four PM. Very late into four PM, like, twenty minutes before five or something, but still. She had to shower quickly, as she only had an hour for one last task of her own setting.

Her 'benefactor' could go die in a hole and take his demands with him for all she cared. She almost did.

With a huff, she hopped in one of the shower cubicles, leaving her clean uniform on the floor outside, as it wasn't like there was anyone to take it or tread on it now. She also placed a bag outside, where she put her socks and intended to put the rest of her sewage scented current uniform.

The water was warm, which was a nice surprise and helped soothe the pain in her ribs. She was still planning on ignoring the damage, but every time her hand connected with the massive bruise as she washed the sewage stench off of herself, she was reminded that she should be running to find medial attention, not running around messing with arcades.

After she was confident that she no longer stunk of sewage, she switched off the water and dried herself off, borrowing Jeremy's hair dryer that he had forgotten about on the night of the mass layoffs.

'Eh. I'll give it to him when I see him next.' she thought to herself as she changed into her clean uniform, packed the dirty one into a carrier bag, and shoved Jeremy's hair dryer into her bag.

She looped the handles of the carrier bag around the straps of her bag so it wouldn't go anywhere, and she checked her tablet.

5:15 AM.

That gave her less than an hour. She had already played PQ 1 and 2, and she had already glitched the golf arcade at about four fifteen, then as she made a timeline in her head, she figured that as she was glitching Chica's Feeding Frenzy, that must have been when Gregory was finding the mystery mix and luring chica into the trash compactor.

So all she needed to do was find the final arcade.

"Right," she said to herself as she pulled a Fazcam, that she had nicked from the confiscated items box back in Monty golf, out of her bag. It looked a little worse for wear, but that's what happens when you pick the more battered camera of the two, just to make sure that nobody would wonder too much as to where it went, "Next stop, the cutout trials and the balloon world arcade."

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