(3rd Person POV)

Vanessa is seen in a security office of sorts. Bigger than most of them, but definitely not the largest. She was called to it earlier by one of the higher-ups. Why? She had no idea.

Vanessa: "What is taking so long...?"

The security guard mumbled to herself as she impatiently tapped her foot on the metal floor. She's been on edge the last few days. Why? She hadn't heard any word from him recently, and it's been driving her insane. Well, more insane than she technically is.

Vanessa snaps out of her thoughts when she hears a security door open and she turns to see her fellow guard Roger walk in.

Roger: "Hey, Vanessa. Sorry for the wait. Had to get him all nice and dressed up."

This caught the blonde's attention.

Vanessa: "Who's "him"?"

Roger: "That's why I'm here. To introduce you to "him". The big-boss brought this guy in. Said his qualifications were the best he's ever seen. And he has past experience with being a guard and whatnot."

Vanessa: "Get to the point, Roger."

Roger: "Okay, okay. I'll get to the point. Vanessa, meet our new head of security, and our new boss..."

Roger moved to the side and a strapping young man in a security guard outfit walks in. He had a rather bored look on his face that held raven-colored hair.

(Just a reference. You don't have to use this if you don't want to)

Roger: ".... Michael Elizabeth Evans."

Michael looked at Vanessa with that same bored look before it turns to an almost mad grin.

Michael: "Ello, love."

Vanessa's eyes slightly widened as she gave a quiet gasp in shock. She knew exactly who this was, and it wasn't "Michael". All it took was one look at his bright purple eyes, and the emerald-eyed guard knew that her new boss was really him.

Present Time... (Y/n's POV)

Me and Gregory were following Freddy, who was still in need of repairs, down some hallways. Then we go up some stairs and through a door that brought us...

Y/n: "Huh. We're back at the atrium."

Gregory: "Come on. Freddy's going to the stage."

The boy grabs my hand and drags me as he follow Freddy onstage.

Freddy: "Y/n, Gregory, my systems are failing. Go to the sound booth on the third floor balcony. Run the performance program on that disk and meet back here. Please hurry. You do not have much time. It is almost the end of the hour. I will wait here."

Gregory: "Alright. We'll be right back."

Y/n: "Actually, I'll go by myself."

Gregory: "Wait, what?"

Y/n: "It's dangerous, and that rabbit lady can still be out here. I need you to be safe. So stay with Freddy until I get back, kay?"

Gregory looked at me for a moment with hesitation in his eyes. Then he hugs me.

Gregory: "Be safe."

Y/n: "Knowing me, that's not gonna happen."

I hug Gregory back as he giggles and then lets go of me.

Y/n: "Stay here. I'll be right back."

Gregory nods and runs behind Freddy to stay hidden. Freddy smiles gratefully at me and I smile back before turning to run off the stage. I run past the tables and carefully avoid the security bots. Then I make it to the open space of the atrium and see Monty on top of a boxy structure with a spotlight in his hands. He was scanning the floor for, not Gregory, but me. I have a feeling he's still looking for me after Roxy sent him away.

Oh, God, Roxy. I just realized... Is she okay? What was up with those purple eyes? Will she forgive me for shocking her like that? I didn't want to. She's been nothing but nice to me. So nice...

I shook my head before my thought drifted to other places. I couldn't get distracted at this moment, even if that distraction is a very eye-catching wolf with an amazing personality. Her clothing is super cool as well.

...

Anyway, I decide to keep to the edges of the atrium to avoid Monty and his search light. As I did, Monty said something about finding me.

Y/n: "Like Hell you will..."

Is all I said as I carefully sneaked past him and made my way to the upper levels. I made sure to stay out of sight of the security bots, but I nearly got caught a few times of it weren't for some quick thinking and hopping into something to hide in like a photo booth or something else. I even spotted Roxy a once or twice, but her eyes seemed to be switching from their nice golden yellow color to a hazy and glitchy purple. Or at least that's what it looked like. It could've been the lights from the arcade machines playing tricks on me.

Short Timeskip...

After getting nearly caught by Chica, I made it to the third floor where Freddy had said the sound booth was. I made it to the sound booth and looked at all the controls.

Y/n: "Bloody Hell..."

I carefully examine every piece of texh until I find what looked to be some kind of disk player. I take out the Showtime Disk and slide it into the slot. Then some music started up and I looked at the stage to see large holograms of Freddy, Roxy, and the animatronics playing. I smile at my success, only for my head to suddenly pound. I grunt and grit my teeth in discomfort before turning to leave the sound booth and push, only to see the woman in a poorly sewn white rabbit outfit standing there.

Y/n: "You again?!"

Rabbit Lady: "I finally found you, Mikey~ I've been looking for you all over!"

Y/n: "What do you want with me?"

Rabbit Lady: "I just want your help. Why are you running around and helping Gregory and pretending that you're someone else, Mikey?"

Y/n: "Pretending...? I'm not pretending to be anything! Now move! I need to help my friends."

I glare at the woman in the rabbit costume who only stares at me in silence. Then she tilts her head to the side as if someone was talking to her, and then she nods as if she was being told to do something.

Rabbit Lady: "It will be my pleasure to teach him a lesson."

Y/n: "What?"

The rabbit lady giggles like a madwoman and raises her hand to reveal the knife in it. I take a step back before the woman runs at me with her knife swinging. I barely dodge in time and the knife knicks me on the cheek as I turn to stand behind the woman. She glances back at me and I could tell that she was smiling underneath that mask of hers.

I quickly spin around and run out of the sound booth, not even needing to look back to know that the rabbit lady was chasing after me.

Rabbit Lady: "You can't escape me so easily, Mikey~"

Y/n: "Stop calling me that! I'm Y/n!"

I yell, glancing back at the woman over my shoulder on to have to move to the side to avoid her lunge. She lands on the ground but gets back up quickly and swings at me again. I move back to avoid her blade and I throw a fist at her. It hits her right in the face, but she looks basically unfazed as she shakes her head and I can feel her anger in her stare.

She lunges at me again, but I was too slow to dodge and she grabs me. She pins me to an arcade machine and goes to slam her knife into my body, but I use my (dominant hand) to catch her wrist and hold her back. She only giggles as she adds more strength to her arm.

(3rd Person POV)

Rabbit Lady: "What has gotten into you lately, Mikey? You've been so... different. We've could've had so much fun together!"

Y/n: "If your idea of fun is anything like I think it is, then I don't want any part of it! Especially if it involves hurting Gregory!"

Rabbit Lady: "Hm. Oh, well~ I can always fix you after I take care of Gregory and Freddy. Maybe even Roxy. She's seem to have caught your eye~"

Y/n narrowed his eyes at the rabbit lady at this. Threating those he cares for? That was it!

Putting more strength into his (dominant arm), Y/n continues to push the woman's knife back. As he does this, he repositions his hand for a better grip on the arcade machine as he pushes against the woman. However, no one notices the small purple sparks shoot from that hand and into the arcade machine. The sparks go through the wires in the machine and through the others next to it before they all seem to glitch and turn on. They're shaking metal cases, sudden bright flashing lights, and loud sound effects catch the rabbit lady off-guard while Y/n seemed unaffected. Then she notices his eyes. Well, more specifically, his (non-dominant eye). It was glowing a bright and glitchy purple color.

Taking advantage of the rabbit lady's lowered guard, Y/n kicks her away. The woman crashes into an arcade machine on the opposite side of the arcade machine she pinned Y/n on and grunt before shaking her head. She then feels her hand was lighter and looks to see that she no longer had her knife.

Rabbit Lady: "What?"

She looks over at Y/n and saw that he now had her knife. Then she noticed how the security guard was looking at the knife and she grinned under her mask.

(Y/n's POV)

After taking it away from her, I examined the rabbit lady's knife now in my hand. The feeling was... familiar for some reason. My grip on it tightened ever so slightly as something in the back of my head was making itself know, but it didn't go as far as revealing what it really was. It was like a presence that you couldn't see, but only feel. And it felt almost... invigorating. Like I knew the feeling and... almost enjoyed it.

Rabbit Lady: "What are you waiting for, Michael? Do it."

I look up at the rabbit lady to see her smiling mask, and I could just feel her grin underneath it.

Rabbit Lady: "You know you want to~"

My eyes lingered on the woman for a few more moments before I look down at the knife in my hand. Flashes in my mind makes me see blood dropping from the blade and even staining my clothing. I gasp in surprise and drop the knife to the floor before taking some steps back. Then I look at my hands to see that they were still bloody, and my breath seems hard to keep as my heart...

Why isn't my heart racing? In fact, I can't even feel it beating at all. Why...?

Rabbit Lady: *giggles* "Seems like you're remembering~"

I look back up at the rabbit lady as I feel something rising in my chest. It was a strange sensation, and... and I hated it. It was a sick feeling, as if it was a sick sense of enjoyment and humor. My eyes clenched tightly for a moment before I opened them and gave a hard glare full of anger and hatred at the rabbit lady.

Y/n: "Stay. Away. From. Me. And. My. Friends."

To further my threatening tone, I slammed the bottom of my foot down on the knife and snapped it in half. The rabbit lady didn't make any moves to lunge at me again, so I scoffed and turned to walk away.

(Rabbit Lady's POV)

I watched in silent shock as Mikey walked away and back down to the lower floors. Then I looked down at my ruined knife lying on the floor and quietly gulped. That could've easily been me.

"̶̧̺̫̝͚̼̈̓W̶̛̺̱̟͙̠̖͚̮̫̙̦̯̄̌͊̅̕̚͝h̵̛̛͇͕͍̙͛͌͋͒̀́̃͘̚͜͝a̷͙͖͕̮̤̞͉̹̮̝͇̅̾͆̆̏̏͊̄̄͆͑͌̃͝ͅͅt̴̞̠͚̱͙͎̩̱̦̙͔͎̯̍͂̂̔̏̈̿̏̂̑͘͜͝͠ ̵̧̛̲͓̣̙͙̳̐̑̍̉͗̍͊͠ą̷̢̯̣̖͈̀̐̾́̈̒̃̀̽͒̒͘͝͠͠ŗ̴̡̢̲̝̘̬͓̼̥̖̮͈͊̃͛̇́̆̕͘ë̴͙̱̪̱̩̭̤̼̺̮͇͆̃̄̈́̉̕͠ ̶̤̮̱̞̭͈̞͓̆ŷ̷̮̑͛̍͗̌̃͑̐͒͌͛̚ô̷̢̠̫̼͇̫̜̹̋͗̄̃͑̑̋͊͜͠ȗ̷̡̡̟̰͔̠̱̱̭̱̤͉̖̔̃̀̆͗̈͗͆́ ̴̹̠͎͔̩̤͈̦̮̫̝͛͋̈́́̉̇̑̈́̀̿̍ͅd̵̻͉̖͈̍̒͌͂́͌̈́̒ő̷̡̠̱̯̪͍̬̺̘̰͆͘͝i̵̢̢͚̼̫̩̯̮̻̙͋̃̔̂̉̌̅̀͠ͅn̷̩͙͋̒̊̅͘̚͜͜ğ̷͇̣̙̂̈́̓̽̇͆̉̐̌͗͝͠?̵̧̧̡̧͈̯̬̦̞̞͎͓̗͓̖͑̓̀̅̎͆̽͑̄̉͛̔̕͝"̵̛͙͓̙͖͈̯̉̄̽̇̍̚ͅ

I jumped a bit and turned to see... him standing in front of me.

Rabbit Lady: "M-Mister Afton... What are you doing here?"

Afton: "̷̨̲͚̪͍̳̰͎̈́́̑̇͝ͅͅȎ̵̖̙̯̗̰͒̎̐ĥ̶̨̤̝̦̻͍̲̺̘̟͖̀͋̊̓̓͘͠͝͝,̵̱̫͝ ̷̨̢̳̫̰̘̺́̈̆͛̽́̕͝Ȋ̵̧̥̖̩̦̏̓̏̄̀͝͝ ̵̨͖̖̜͓̲̟̟͔͔͍̯̉̉̀̍̽͂̈́͐̾͛̕͘ͅd̶̢̛̝̱̰̫̪̰̠͓̱̼̆̅̆͗́̕ȗ̷̡͓͈̪̲́n̴̡̛̹̬̲̲̩̰̝͌͗̀̓̂͑̇̚͝͝ń̵̛͍̝̠̖̘̦̪͔͗̉́̀́̌̍̂̇̑͘͝͝ȏ̶̫̟͖̄͋͒͊̽͝.̵̨̢̪̗̝͕̱̯͉͘͜ ̵̩̮̳̩̾̏̚ͅŢ̸̼̪͖̭͎̰̭͈̘̄̅͊̉ę̷̨̰̻̹̲̀̊̈́̒͆ą̶̱̪͙̟̠̻͇͙̹̲̬̝͛̀͌̕͜ ̸̢̝͙̺̪̭̺̯̻̑͐p̸̹̝̣͙̉͌́̈́̊̄̿̋ȃ̶̡̛͖͇̟̰̥̮̻͔̩̹͚̖̆͜r̷̲̮͍̜̲͍̠̫̜̃̏͋̊̓͋̈́̿̏̀͘ţ̷̨̛͇̲̮̱̻̜̪̤̰̞̦̄̌̃́̊͗̿͂̄̆͐̊͘͝ỹ̷̨̞̫̬̲̫͎͙̲̯̫̜͐͐̽͊̓̓̑?̴̨̨͖͇̯̙̭͙̉ͅ"̴͎̥͔̼̝̬̙͖̪̈́̑̽̀̈́́͒̏̅̾̓͂̓

I stared at him.

Rabbit Lady: "Really?"

Afton: "̶̯̠̫͇̥̠͍͆̎̋̏͐͑̈́N̶̩̣̰̝̺̣͔̾̀̓́̕͠ǒ̴̩̋͌̋̈̒̎͠ͅ,̴̝̤̫͍̘̩͆̅̐́̇̎͂͜ ̶͉̝̩̳͖͠ÿ̸͍̝̩̰͖̜̭͚̦̙͒͐̋̈́͘o̴̢͉̻͎̱̗̪̝͇͇̜̐̒̇̈̒͌͆͋̈̇̈́̐͑̈͐ừ̷̧̨̢̛̥̰̥̙͕͍̼̼͓̈́́̏́̔̽̀̏͐͠͝ ̴̧̳͇͙̪͆d̶̢̡̫̫̬̻̯͖̙̼̣̪̠̖̱͑̄͊̂̍̏͠o̶̢̜̥͚̞͎͉͌̉͐̈̔͗̐̚̕͜͝l̵̛̹̫̫̩̪̙͍̋͆̓̒̓͑̑̽̕ͅţ̵̡̛͈͙̟̘͍̬̱͒!̸̧̨̰̬̩͍̜̤̐̂̈̅ ̵̛̱̙͎̺̙͕̊̄͛͐̅̍͛̈́͋̾̌W̷̛̻̭͍͕̊̽̾̏̈́̑͐̊̄̈͘̚̚h̶̨̛̛͕͚̻̝̥̣͓̣̥̞͒̂͗͌̓̽̋̀̾̾̍͜͠ͅỳ̵̝̦͕̎̕͜ ̷̘̤̣̦̻͔̏̈́à̴̦̑̽͒͆̇̄̑̈́͋̈́̈̊̐͂ŗ̷̢̣̦̪̮̜̯̂̔͂̐̋̔͝͝e̸̡̧̨͖͕̬̲̓͛͒̀̔̿̀͛ͅn̵̢̘̬̟̖͉̖̪̹̖͉̬̾͑'̴̗͕̗̯̱̣̭̺͖̯͒̇̃̽̉̉ẗ̶̲͋̓̓̌̐̚ͅ ̸̘̝̭̫͈̥̗̗͇̹̇͜͜͜y̸͖̙̙̞̗͇͚̤͎̭̾̈̋͂́̔̀̃̋̈̈́̈́͂͘͜ǫ̷̨̱͍͚̰͌͗͂̒́̉̾͋̀̈́̇͠ǔ̶̗̆͆̇̋̽͑̓̚͝ ̶̡͇͆̋̑̾̈́̐̾g̶̟̥̪̹̻̻̩̦̟̺̦̮̊͛̐̕ọ̵̢͍̹̺͇̈̀̅͆i̸̡̪͍̞̯̰̩̙̐ñ̵̛̫̜̥͍̮̗͍̠̝͕͚̜͗͊̊̎̂͘̕ģ̷̛̳̏̑̈͋̄̔̉̉̀͘͘͝ ̷͉̊̍́̀͛̎̈́́̇͝a̷̝͋̀̀̑̌̕f̸̡͚̟͔̥͓͇̦̔͊͗̓̈́͗͜t̴̨̺̫̫̫͇̝͖̗̖̎̊͊̀̎͊͋͑̋͜ȩ̶̻̳̝̜͈̤͕͊͜r̴̯̖̟͎͍̅̈͠ ̵̙̜̗̻̗̫̥͚͗͂̇̃̍̎̉́̐ḩ̴͉͕͕̇̅͑̋̎̀͌̊͆̆̆̚͝͝i̴̧͇̤̝̭͛͛͌̉̀͗̆͘͝͝ͅm̷̳̹̱̠̖̳̃̀?̸̡͎̼̙̙͇̯̥̣̞̣͓̲͌̂͆̒̉͗͌̓͛̔̓͂̓̒͝ͅ!̵͓̞̾͋̒̕͜"̶̨̨̥͔̱̬͓͓͈̹͍̥̂̉̽͐̈́ͅ

Rabbit Lady: "W-well..."

Afton: "̶̩̑́̀́̉̎A̷̬͂̌̐̊͛͋̚͠͠r̷̨͈̫̳̪̼͔̮͚̗̮̩̼̀̉̇̓̌͂͗̓̑̎́͆̿̾͝ę̶̟̠̠̞̞̓̈́͑͊͂͋ ̸̛̥͔̪͈͇̻̺̹̫̈̏̃̍̆͋̾̃̈́̓̓̚͜ý̶̧̡̯̹͚̗̱̗̩̲̥͒̅͜͝ͅͅo̸̞̣̓̾̓͆́̈́̉͐̉̈́̓̄̕û̵̘̮̗̲͕͍͆́̎͗̈͠͠ ̵̦͚̲̪̦̺̠̳͎̃̄̾̈͌̕s̴̨̗͍̳͉͚͍̬̰̮̙͆̑̾͛̃̑̒͜͝ͅc̶͚͚̝͎͉̠̮͇̩̻̥̓̂̈́̚a̶̢̢͚̠͇̮̖̠̞̠̲̱̓ͅr̶̨͖̖͕̟̱̤̦̻̥̥̭̓̄̎̄̾͆̉̒͗͜͝ͅe̵̛͕̥̬̜̗͂͛̊̂͌̄́̈͝͝d̴̢̡̛̖̙̞̠̠̥͍̜̞̠͐̈́͒͂͂̿́̓̕̚̚͜͠ͅ ̶̛͈̦̳͓̼͗͗̓̒̋͋̓̕ō̶̡̯̩̜̱̳̭͍̮̝̱͜f̴̨͔̫͔͓̝̩̖̘̖̥̩̫͈͈̎̄̈̌̄̏̏̋̄̊̌̊̚͘ ̷̼̻̊͗̑̋̽̑̎̋̍̅ͅĺ̵̢̛̦̮̖̱̳͔͉̯̲͍͆͋̈͒͒̓̇̈́̚͠͠i̷̩̬̠̳̪̺̝̪̺̠̩̤̣̋̓͒͝͝t̸̢̨̗̪͔̠̱̺̼̙̰̪̭̞̍̿̊̎̉́t̴̘̲̹̘̮̙̓́̆̍̄͒́̅͗̆̉̈͆̓͝ļ̶̨̗̫̹̟̪͎͓̥͖͖̲̖̀̇̅̀͑̊̏̇ë̵̢͍̙̮́̊͋̂̄͑ ̸̢̧̖̦̜̺̹̱̞͉̞̅̏͆̉̉͛̏̚͝M̸̺̫͋̾̈́ì̴̛͖͙̜̟͕̭̬̼͍̳͉͚̳͔̃̎ͅḵ̸̢̥͎̽͛́͠é̷̹̰̼͓͇̻̳͉̔̏̆̔̐͋͊̂̈́̅̏̌̚͠ỹ̵̧̦̘͔̣͉̐̒̊̒͗͛̄̏̾͋̔͘̕͠?̷̢̜̺͙͎͈̦͍̮̪͇̈́̎̔͗́̏̓"̶̨͖̟̰̯̜̺̬̝̥̮́̑̈̅̅͜

His voice obviously held a teasing tone, but I could also hear the mocking tone in it as well.

Rabbit Lady: "I'm not scared of him. I'm not scared of anyone!"

Afton: "̴̧̡̤̙̦̗̺̦̭̳͍̗̣̲̄T̸͇̫̿͒̆̂̈͊͌̃͘h̶̝̦̟̰̹͈̼̩̬̲͉͊̌́̋̐̉͐̕͝e̷̛̘̓͂̽̆́̉̅͐̉͘̚͘̚n̶̻͎̹͒̅̀̊͌́͛͊̇̊͂̀͘͜͠ ̶̳̖͇̖̣̹͈̖͙̣͈̌̃͌́̄̐̍͋̈́̅̕̚ẅ̸̤̹̩̝̣͓̞̞͖̳̩̻͖̣́͒͐͜ḩ̸̧͓̺̤̭̖̻̪͈̀̔̄̋̓̿͗̊̄͂̉̎̚̕͜͠ͅy̸̡͕̘͕͖͈̩̠͙͕̪̳͂̽̉̕͝͝ͅͅ ̶̡̨̯͍̤̼̖͍̲̇͂̇͑̇̚̚͝a̵̢̖̖͒͌̒̉̓͑̽̈́͝͠r̸̻͌̏̿̀̊̀̃̀̈́̃̈e̷͍̹̙̣̰̯̩̦͕̣̮̳̦͍̎̌̊̀̽͊͗̀͐͜n̴̩̼̪̝̖͑̍̑'̸̢̡̛̻͖̜̯̣̯̓̓ţ̵̟̫̲͎̥͈̻̣͚͇͕͑̑̂̎͋̔͒̓́̌͜ͅ ̷͕̺̘̠̙͖̮̅̈́ẙ̶͍̹͈̰̲͉̈́͜ơ̸̥̠͖̰̲̣̜͚͖̫̠̳̈́̿̾̌͆̏̾̾̇̈́̕͠ụ̵̡̧̨̧̻͍̬̮͎̩̮̣̖̈́̈́̈́͛͒͘ ̸̛̦̰͖͈͎̘̖͙̘̘̤͚̅͗ͅg̶͔̰̫̮̭͖͓̭̻̦̋̾̅̿̉̓͂̇̚͝͝ȱ̴̢̥̗̝̻̮̻͈̆̑i̶̖̪̼̪͚͖͖̺̗̐̒̀̓͒̆̂̿̚n̷̰̐̒̀ĝ̴̥͎̐̂͋̓͆́͋͂͗͝͠ ̴̛̛̗̹̻͔̟͇͇̣̳̘͇̪̥͛̿̀̌̈́̊̓̄͝ͅả̶̪̝̋̓̂͊̚f̵̨̛͍̗̟̘̙͇̹̘̙̤́̍̀́̾̈̒̎͐͌̀̓͝t̵͕̟̬̱̖̳̭̻̥̦͋͌͒̋̿͝ȩ̸̢͔̟̭̝̗̖͚͍̳̪͍͓̋̓̾̑̅̂́̃̋́r̷͇̎̔́͐͠ ̶̛̻̼̣̹̲̪̟̮̱̩̈́͛͑͘h̵̢̨̲͇̉͗́̃͠î̷̡̎͒̉́̈́͆͐̒̕m̴̛͖̝͙̯̥̙̓̈́̊?̸̡̛̟̗̮͉̳̻̟͚̳̹̓͑̌̔͜͠ͅ"̶̙̖͖̩͓̜̆̀̑̔̋̂̋̾̈͑͌͐͝

Rabbit Lady: "He obviously doesn't want anything to do with us anymore. He's pretending like he's some kind of "hero"."

Afton: "̴̜̗͕͔̣̬̖̪̊̍͌̒͑͜M̸̧̨̥̹̳̙̪̣͙͎̫̹͚̯͊̑̉͌̈͐̎̋͘͝͝ỷ̷̡̡̺̳͇̟͇̯̣̘̟̥̜̎́͑̎̅̈͌͆̿͑͜͜͝͝ ̵̛͍͈̯͖̊͊́͌̒̓̽͐̈́͗͗̈́͝͠ç̴͇̬̰̠̮̮̱̩̳̥̘̹̽͂̓̀̾͂̋̔̈́̎͘͝r̵͈̫̼̖̼̙̬̜̼͌͑e̸̲̯͎͔̤̭̝̗̩͈̳͚̻̔̔́͌̐̍̆̌̈͂̈͋̏ą̵̨̨̻͉̍͜͝t̴̥͈̬̜̳̝̟͉̆̇͊͊́́̉̈́͝i̴̡̭̖̝̰̗͗͂̔͐͂͝o̵̢̡͖̖̲̝̭̮̣̻̖̲͖̬͎͂͋ň̵̢̨̧̬̣̝̞̞̥̘̱̫̮̤̗́́̀͘͝ ̷̘̖̺̝̪́i̵̹͔̹̣̩̳͎̫͈͌̇͛̄͋͂̕s̶̨̰̟̗͖̝̏̈́͝ͅn̴͖̟͐̍̂̎̓'̸̤̙̜̯̞̬̖̜̃͌̀̒̌̓̕͝͝ţ̴̺̳̳̑͗̓̊͒̈́̂̉̏ ̷͈͎̗̹̤̻̦̙̙͔̋͊̓́̈́̊͛̃̌̀̅̄͑͊ͅp̴̛̲̮̐̍̏̆̓́̅̑̇̚͘̕r̶̡͖̙̣̲͕̥͙͎̗̀͗̆͒̀̂̚͜͜ͅȩ̴̛̙̫͓̈̓̈́̓̈́̌̐͑̒̑̋̕̚͜ţ̵͚̥̱͋̆͝e̵̞͇͑̌͂̂n̵̺͖̼͖̜͓͚̯̬͋̈́̾̈̓̔̔͆̑̊̉͆͂̚ḏ̵̭̮͈͍̊̀̐͒̚i̵̠̠̬̳̲̔̈́n̸̢̡̛̝̯̗̖̱̝͕͓̮͍̙̉̓̒̓̄g̵̨̺̉͋̔̾̾̀̑̄̇͛ ̴̯̣̞͖̜̙͙̰̘̻͍͌̆͝t̷̨͚̟̲̳̙͓̟̳̓̈́̓̽̈́͘̚͜͝͝͝o̸̹͍̣͕̘͖͔͑͐̏̽̀͂̽̂̊̇̓̚͜ͅ ̸̨̯̙͓̀͒̑̿̀͑b̸͕̋̅̈́̌̂̾̅̓̌̒͛̃̈́͌͜͝ͅͅe̷̢̙̜͉̘̪̼̭͎̲̰̗̠̍ͅͅ ̷̡̯̥͓͎̠̫̌͋̾̾̅̐̔̾̇̔̐̑̃̕͝a̶̡͉͈̼̙̘͈̙͙͈̮̗̗̱̯͐n̴̥̤̳̣̲̗̣̄̋͜y̵͚̗̩̝͉̫̼̋͋͝͝t̵̛͉͎͉̹͙̳̝̙̦̲̬̝̫͂̈̈́̄̐̀̌̃͜ͅḩ̷̛̹̠̜͕͍̗͈̪̰̗̓̓́̂̀̓͒̉̈́̏͘͝͝ͅͅͅi̵̡̪̖͎̦̺̥̤͂̔̈́n̶̡̺̣̳̞̹̤̳̠̖̞͖͕͊̓̊̀͆̎̕ģ̶͓̠̮͑̊̂͂̈̒̕.̵̡̨̨̧̨̼̯̰͔̲͉̹͂͗͂̆̑̏̒͜ͅ ̴̢̨̥̪͉͓̺̘̖̰̦̙̆͊͐̂H̸̠́̍̾̍͋͆̿̎͐̍̚e̶̢̙͎͇̙̘̎̍̀̔͌́͠'̶̞̖̗̣̥̜̠̬͉̻͎̙͙́́̏͒͋͊̈́̕s̵̫̗͍͔̙͓̩̦͓̹͎͛̏̃̊̄̅̑͘ ̵̢̡̜͖̭̪̜̥̭̯̥̟͇͌͛̎̏̓̎́̈́̕ͅͅj̴͈͚̽̔̆͒͒́̈́̈́̉u̸̢̩̐́̋̓̔̀̅̇̍̌͒͘͝͝š̸̨̛̻̟͓͎̱̗͉͊̕͝ṫ̶͖͋̀͊͊̃̒͝.̸̡̛̟͍͈̲̣̹̣̗̥͖̤̄͌̄.̶̨̪̦̹̹̳̠̦̲̞̥̘̦͑̇̆͆͛̎̎̄̓̒͂͒̚ͅ.̷̟̠̻̖̹͚̃͗̓̉͠͠ ̴̡͔̲͖͚̳͍̦͈̭̲̃̾̓͆͆̽͠ͅc̶̙̩̖̜͔̩͛̐͑̓̊́̎̐̎̔́̈̚͝͠o̸̢̧̙̩͕͂͑̓̂̓͌̄̽̒̈́̒̏͝͝n̴̨̦͔͍̻̫̖̾̿͐̇͊̅̇̑͐̚͠͝f̶̨̧̟̪͇̝̞̼̅̓ͅư̴̳̥̣̹̟̺̟̈̍̽́̍͂̈́̓͘͝s̴̘̘͙̼̺̯̹͔͊̐ĕ̷̢̻̖́̌͒̿͜d̷̢̳̭̫̠͍̹̯́̈́̇̅̄̇̅͑͗͂́̕̕.̷̛̣̹̻͉̀͆́̔̿̌̽́͒̉̎͛̃ ̸̝̒͗H̵͕͎̖̠͙̟̱͕͖̟͇͂̇̀̋̀̉̅̋̒͋͛ͅë̶̢͖̪͙͇͍͓͕͓͉́̎̂̑'̷̢̯̣̤̺̗̤̗̭͓̐̌͗́͋̚͜͝ş̵̮̱͖̝̫̖̭̺̼͔̫̠̬͖̒̔ ̴̟̜̱̪̥̓ͅf̴̨̢̧̡̙̞̻̭̩͔͉̲͚͚̊͗̉̈́̈͗̽̍̃́̐͗̏̀̚ͅō̸͍̇̓̄͊͐̓͆͛͘r̵͖̼̠̬̻̤̀̋͛͆͊̅̽̅́̚͝͝g̷̩̫̩̈́͋̑̈̀̔̄͗͆́̚̚o̸̧̡̧̮̼͎͚̻̹̭͋̈̈́͛̓̈́̽̚͜ţ̷̧̙̤̻̺̱͓̣̯̿́ͅţ̶̟̹̩̺̲̺͍̜̋͋̊̎̎̅̓͂̒̓̽ę̵̡̞͎͔̲͍͓͈̳̘̖̿̾̇̔̒̐̚͜͜ͅņ̶͉̘̜͈̗̗̫̥̱͙̦͓̫̜̈́̓̂̐̄̇ ̵̢̨͖̬̰̲̃̄̀̊̐̀w̷̢̧͇̲̤̤̼͙̝̳̻̼̬̝͈̐̊͊̑ḣ̶͈̻̳̰̱͘o̵͓̙͉̳̺͍̩̽͊́̐̏̿̄͒̈́̓͂̐͑̕͜͝ͅ ̷̡͚͇̜̳̘͚̝̻͈͖̌̍̈́̄̊͂̍́̅̑͒͘ĥ̴̨̨̢̪͉̤͉͚̤̞͙̯̥͚̓̈́̈̈́̆͑͗͊̏̾̈́͘e̵̢͉̳̼͎͓̗̞̽͋̌̇̈̆ ̶̨̻̅͂̄̾́̓̊̽̅̑̆͒r̶̡̹͙̘̟̲̹̺̻͉͚̓̅̿͑̀̕̕ͅę̵̧̛̻̹̩̲̦̖̐̈̎͘a̸̠̪̦̻͎̳̱͖͉̩̭̬̝̲͗ḷ̴̢̰̭͍͙̝̥̭̮̯̃̓͊̐́͂ͅl̶͖̝̗̳͈͍̖̥̫͖̥̼͚̤͕̇̋͐̀͑y̸͍͍̦͕̮͕̠̰̮͚̟̎̈́͐̇̏̿͑̂̏̎̾̕͝͝ ̵̬̾͑̿̍̕͝ḯ̴̱͙̟͛͒͋̄̏̍͆̊̚͜s̵̗̬̻̲͓̗̈́̄̈̑.̶̨̛̘͈̠̤̮̬̯̝̜͈̫̲̈́̓̈́͘"̵̨̙̤̟̻̬̫̦̥̜͖̗̲̻̀̍̐̎̋͆̃̒͆͘

Rabbit Lady: "Forgotten...? Like amnesia?"

Afton: "̸̢̠̙͍͇͔̫̪̩̙̹̺͎̤͛͒͒̄̏̈́̍͜N̵̨̢̛̬̠̰̮̤̹͇̬̽̍͒̇̽̐̓͠ͅȯ̴̲͙̯̠̝̾̈̎̏̋̇́͘̚w̵̡̢͖̤̝̙̘͑̄͐̉̔̽̚͝ͅ ̴̡͎̞̱͓̠̬͚̐͐͗y̵͙̳͐̆̌͂̈́͒ỏ̶̗͕̤͕͙̿͊̄ụ̷̧̢̘͙̮͓̬͈̬͎̀'̴̡̢̛̹̪̱͚͍̟̳̱͇̃͊̍̑̈̎̑̂͊̌̔͋͘r̴̨̧͈̆̆͋͜ę̵̜̘̼̱̝̟̥̟͊̀̂͝ ̷̟͕̋̔̒̇̇̚ú̶̝͎̈́̈́̌͊͒͑̾̉̓̚͠ş̴̻̲̹̭̣̘̬̖̥͌̒͌́̆͆̓͑́̚͠i̷̛̺̝̯͕͇̰͖͊̎̀̽͗̄̎̍̕n̴̢̥͚͙̞̼̱̞̺̗͚̖͕̮̦̉̋̿̾̐̇͛͛̈́̒́͛g̵̰͚̟̘̝͈̝̦͉̭͉͈̫̞̿̀̃̔̃̉̇̒̃̚̕̕ ̷̨̢̹̍̆̈͌͂̏̀͛̑t̵̞͉̻̙̱͖̲̖̄̀͊̽̄ͅḫ̸̡̗̙̯̺͍̖̔̋̂̍̈́̈̊̕͝a̵̞̹̠͖͊̽̓̀̂̄͗̔̇̏͝͝ť̴̛̟̬̙̇̾͊̄ ̸̡̢̨̛̣̲̲̍́̊̈́̏̏́̃͌̕b̸̢̨̠̯̫́̉̓̂̏̿͘͠͝r̴̙̞̬͑̍̏̽̂̄̄̈́̚ȧ̷͎̖̀͗͘͜ͅi̸̡͚̹̦̹̻̞͙̰̗̅ͅn̵͚̳̠̦͑͗̉ ̸̢̦̜̭̂͛̒̓̚̕͠͝õ̷̫͇͙̟̏̐̀̕̕͝͝f̷̭͑̇͋͘̚ ̵̮͍̏̀́̋̅̈̏̋͝͠y̷̨̨̫̩̭͎̺͙̤͎̮͎͠͝o̴̻͔̘̞͎̳͚̯͈̿̐̅̓̿̌̎̅͜͝u̴̲̱͎̠͕̦͛̓̈́͋͗̾̿̓̌̓̒͝ŗ̵͉̠̠̯̺̤̜͖̈́̍̅̎̂͊͗̒̆̓̑̔̃̚͜͠ŝ̵̩̤͍̞̥̈́̉̉̈́̾̈́̌͗̍̇̅̓̕.̵̛͎̪̱̳̪̖̮̭̱̥̘̖͇̭̏͒̓͘͠ͅ"̸̤̣̩̠̖̫͙̬͎̽̐͊̈́͊͛͊͑̎̾͂̚͝

Rabbit Lady: "And what should I do?"

Afton only smiles evilly as his glowing eyes shine brightly with dark intention.

Afton: "̴͍͔̖̪͕̪̪͂̐̈̇̊͂̍̂̀̉̔̒͗̾͑Q̵̧̮̬͎̲̞̔͑͊̽̀̈́̓̀͆̕͘̚͝͝ǔ̴̡̝̠̪̞̼̲̠̯̥̈́͜͠į̵̭̹͎͈̼̼̯̺́t̸̘̫̒̎́̈́͒̄̌̌̅̌̈̽̔͝ė̵͎̫̥̏͑̾͆̏͌̀̀̀̒͜͝͠͝ͅ ̵̞̱́̏̌͗̈͋́̀̆̉̍͘͝͝s̶̨͚̺̤̩͓̮̺̮̪̑̑̌̔ḭ̴̧͍̹̼̻͈͓̠̠̀̄͠ͅm̷̨͉̫̠̮̻͍̳̗̩͌͋̑͗͠p̸̔̓͂͊̏̈͒́̒̀ͅḻ̷̢̛̤̙̲͎̉͂͋̽̄̓̄́͘ͅe̶͓̬̭̘̩͍̥̹̜͓̗͇̭͛̀͆͊̋͑̓̂̕,̴̢̢̡͕̩̞̥͕̳͔̂̈́̂̊̀͛̚͝ͅ ̶͙͍̀̈́̄̄̊̾̈́͘͠m̶̖̭̰͓̯̤̹̦̺͉͙͎̩̺̟͊́́̑̂̆̂̈́̽̃́̄̈́́͘ÿ̸̡̹͍͙̘̹̗̬̜̮͍̗̘̝́̈̓͒͒͘ ̸̫͚̰̼̳̐̔̀͜͝d̷͍͎͎̉͒͌̈͘e̵̛͚̮̱̯̲̔͋͛͌̀͆͘a̴̫̞͖̭̤͍̤͔͐͊̆̈́̓͝r̸̝̣̆͊͗̆̈́̑ ̵̢̖̞̳̲̫͈̰̝̯̬̄̄̐́̆̌͘̕ͅV̸̧̜͈͓̹̻̞̯̔͑̏͆͊̐̏̾̕͝ͅă̵̡͔̮͍̹͉̖͎̥̪͇̘̅̿̌̉̊̽͒̄͛ņ̷̻͉͖̬̣̫̘̺̤͔̼̹̗̜̿͆̑̐n̴̛̠̙͓̱͓͖̳͕͈̽͊̓̇̈́͂̈́͐̓̄͝͝y̸̡̛̟̪͙͋́̎͆͝.̷̛͙̍̓̍̏͆͑̑́̎ ̶̪̪̮͑̌͆̄͒̃̅̑̐͝W̵̛̗͖̝͍̥̠̖̆̎̒͜ə̴̱͍̾̇͐͂ ̸̧̡͚͇̥̲̝̾̓̄͝ͅh̵̡̛͕̥̱̱͍̘̯̬͆̀̋̅̋͒͘ə̵̨̥͙͙͕̲̟͇̞͉̱͔̟͗͋̎͌̈́̔̇ł̸̹͈͚̯̗̯͙̞̩̤͈̀̽ͅp̴̡̳̟̝̹̫̗͐̓̈́͆̋̀͑͜͝ ̶̧͖̻̜̫͉̿ͅh̶̡̡̡̡̢̨̞̗̳̦͕̥̮͙̠͊͐͛̎̕ī̶̪̰͕̀̔̿̈́̀͗̾͝ͅm̷͍̯̝̥̗̳͊̑̿̒͒̈͋͗̿̚̚͝ ̴͚͓̲͋́̄̅̈̀̕̚ř̴̩̫̜̞̗̙̖̳̅̾̔̂͌̾͝ə̴̧̨̡̰̩̱̞̭͚̳͈͎̅̈́͋̔̎̐̎̊m̵͙̺̼̟̗̳̦̉́͆̒͌͒̽̃̒̆̈́́̚͠͝ə̵̛͉̫̠̖̾̇̑̃͘m̶̱̣̘̮̘̦̣͉͋̀̾̀͌̎͐̔̕͝b̷̧̯͋͊͂̆͌̃͑̐̀ə̷͍̠̫̱̭̮͕̭̎̾͂͘ř̵̨̛̙̫̭̜̪͙͔̂̈́̃̈́̑͝.̵̤͙͎̺̪̞̮̫͉̊̅̅̌̄̇̄̅͋̏́́́͐͘"̶̡̡̩͇̦̣̆͒͆̈̓̈̈́͂͝

"̶̨̢͚̜͉̲̲̗̣̠̱̘̫̣̃̑͛͐́͛̅̊́̀̏̐̑̚̚͝͝Ę̶̥̙͓̲͙͇̟̬͒̃̂͒͆͋̄̀͛̏́̆̆͐͊̌́́̽͆̆̍̄̕͝v̵̢̨̡̢̨̢͚̲͖̪̞͖͎̗̭̺̝̤̞͓̪̫͉̭̾̅͜͠e̶̬̫͔͎̮̤̯̼̜̝̭̲̭̘̹̽͂͒̕n̵̨̖̲̪̙͕͎̖̣͙̗̯̣̯̓ͅ ̶̧̢͈͎͓͕͎͙̳̟̞̣̱͍̬̼̲̞̜͚̻̓́̊͗͋́̏͜ͅͅį̶̞̞̱̝͇̟̯͓̰̳͇̝̹̫͖̿͋̃͒̃́͘f̶̧̢̯̳̜͔̥͂̎͊͗͒̌̾͗̓́̃͋̎́̋̏̿̈ ̷͎͕̫͎̤̠̦͕͔͔̰̫̝̱̉̾͋̍͋̏̀͂̚̚w̵̨̨̨̛̮͍̼͉̼̲͚̲͈̝̪͍̼̹̙̣̺̫̹͔̱͊͒̇͊̎̎̄̆̓̅̌̇̋̄͊ͅe̵̢̛̺͎̟̯̰̗͇̹̗̰͔̳̮̒̾̌̀͆̓̂̓͜ ̵̨̛̰͎̫̭̦͇͙̼̱̣͍̣͚̮͇̞̞͎͉̬͎̞̱̐̀͋͐̈́̍̅̂̑̍̔̃͘̕̚͘͝͝h̴̢͍̩̩̜̞͉̼̝͊̾͆͆̀̚͜͠a̵̬̩̞̜̦͙̥̪̰̼̘̲̼͇͙̙͊̓̋͋̂͐̒̿̇͂̎̋̈͒͛̉́͗̀̚̚v̴̜̺̯͎̭̪̦̤͙̓̎͑̅͛͌̈́̄́̊̽͒̚͜e̵̺͛͊͑̋́̑͌͒͂̓̈́͌̒̀̄͒̔̎̅͠ ̵̢̢̛̳̩̟̝͍͍̮͇̣̭̦̠̟̱̳̠̌̐͒̈́̽̾̓̇̾̿̇̎̎̋́̈́̈̌̓̊͘̚͜͠͝͝ͅt̴͈͇͚̲̠͙̬̅͊̆̈́̒͌̊̀͊̊̃͠o̷͍͎͕͇̹̖̝̺̓͌͛̈́̏̅̈́͂̉̈́̀́̏̀̈́͂̃̿͑̕̚͠ ̸̢̨̢̱͓͔̯̖͎̳̠͚̯̩̺͇̒̀̋͒̽́̄̆͗͋̐͜͝͝t̸̪̗̳̱̮̟̤͙̗͚̞̱͇̺͊͊̌̾͐́̂̌̎͐̀̋̇͛̊̋̓̕͠͝e̶̛̟̹͗̓̎̈́͐͗̿̋̈́͛̅͆̍̚͝ͅȁ̴̢̨̡̯̰̥͚̤̩̦̪͉̺͖͈̬̺̠͎͉̠̽͂̋̀̒͒̀͋̓̈́̉̒͘͝͝r̵͙͖̫̟̞̪̍̄̓̀͜͝ ̸̧̻̹̰̠͕̙͕̬͔̝̹͖͉̟̟̘͈͐̍̾̐̃̈́̚h̵̯͔̱̲̫̋͐̽̎̇̓ͅͅǐ̴̛̦̪̬̬̟̅͆͐̀̐̇̎̈͐̓̊̎͆̓̒̈͘͘̕̕͘͝͝͝m̴̧̯̗̺̗̬̘̻͍̠̪̤̾̈́̉͑̀̽̃̏́̂͗̾̅̑͗͛͛͑̋̒͛̚͝͝ ̷̨̘̺̼̩͕̯͙̻̝̭̊̓͋͗̃̅̈́͛̏̑̾̌̾̓͌͛̌̚̚̚͠͠ḁ̴̛͖̟͚̮̹̱̯͓̻̘͚͖̲̜̱̱͔̝̺͔͔̬̂̈̈́̈́̌́̅̎͊͐̇͐̌̈́́̄̈̂̀͂̚͝ͅp̶͕̠̼̘͓̦͕̱̥͑͊͆͒́̽͜͠a̸̡͈͓̻̞̔̌̈͗̅̎̈́͒̏̍̿̚ŕ̷̡̡͓̩̟̭̤͚͇́̄̏͂̎̒̔̏̽́͗̀͒͌͊̇̓̑͒͆̂t̷̡̡̮̫͙̘̠̭̰͉̭̭̼̬͖͚͊̈́̽̈̍̓̓ͅ ̸̛̗͔̙̀̉͆̂́͋a̴̧̢̪̝̜̥͔̫͎̰͚͈̦̼̗̯̝̿͒̏̕ͅn̵̛͙͙͖͉̠̜͖d̸̛̩͚͇̲̗͍̱̪̳̠͖̭̱͖͙̰̱̤̩̃̌͂͛͗̇̎̿̈̀͐̎̏͋̌͐̃͠ ̴̡̧̡̱̬̭̖͚̣̱̼̳͉̳̩̯͙̠̩̥̂̄̾̈́̽̕͜͜p̵̢̧̢͎͚͍̪͚͇̣̪̲͚͖͎̓͊̈́̂͛̆̃̎̏͜͜ͅͅư̶̢̢̡̦̗͚̱͙̣͕͒̀̓̂̿̇̀̈́́̀͛͐͆́̒́͒̀̃̾́̕͜ẗ̷̡̧̢̨̛̺̟́́̇̀͐̿̈́̎̈́̿͗̈́̽̎́͘̕̕͘͝͝ ̵͇̰͔̪̙̬͆͛̇̈́̈́̈́́h̵̗̦̙̫̳̝̲͖̟̖̀̉͝ĩ̴̫͍̽̒ͅm̶̨̡̨̦̜̱͍̰̜̣̳̤̼͇̹̾̿̽̾́́̆́̈́̐͗̾̚͝ͅ ̴̧̞̼̥̺̗̠̯͚̟͎̬̣̈́̏̃̊̔͊̑̓̇̎̅̅̀̉̍̌̉͐̓́̓̇̚͘b̴̢͚̝̗͇̺̯̆͐̆̌̐̓͋̌̔̒̉̀́͋̑̈́̈́̀̄̂̿͂͘̚͝͝ả̵̞̮̀̋͂̎̈́̀͂̑̂́̀͐͋̃́̌̋̕͝č̵̨̨͖̙̟͚̺̯̹͉̭͔̹͖̹͙̅̈́̈́͗̾̈́͂̏̌̆̓̉̑̍̄̚͘̚̕͜͜͝͝ķ̶̞͙̉̑̐̋̑̂̍̇̚ ̸̧̱̺̗̲̭̽̃̈͠ţ̷̝͈̮̲̫̥͉͖͈̙͎͚͉̄͑̐͛͐̄͆̇͑̌̃̐̌̉͂̾̑̾͗͜o̵̧̳̜͚̪̻̟̯̱̠̤̘̲̐̀̎͋̓̾̏͐̀͊̊̽̈́̀͜g̶̢̜̗̃̆́̄̎͒̀̀̎̿̅͜ę̸̢̡͖̙̤͍̘͙̞̥͈͈̦͉̥̭̮̹̦̺̯͙̋̃͜t̶̛̳̝̰̜͗͌̑́͋͆̉̄̊̌̌̑̍͒͘͘͘̕ĥ̸͈̽̔̌͌̅͆̏̆͛͛̐̿̏̀̾͋͐̃̉̈̅̚̚̕͝ȩ̶̡̧̝͖̗͔͍̺̜͕̤̰̭̺̝͉̳̤̳͈͚̞̩͌̓̀̽̒̂̑̐ͅr̸̡̢̻̳̭̰͍̭̥̰̱̬̞̺̹̻̥̱̲͖̩̭̭͒̍̃̅̂͋̉͂̔̕͜͝͝ ̶̢̦̯͉̣̝͔̘͓̜͔̟̋̔̎͋͆̈́͘f̷͓̉̾͆̆͛̐̍̈́̎͗̊̓͆̋̑̉̍͗̉͒r̴̢̢͇̖̗̗̺̺͙̼͓̝̱̘̮̞̩̼̙͎̙̣͆̂͗̈́̉̈̎̈͋͋̔̉̽͘͘̚͜ͅǫ̷̧̻̗̲̮̗͙̤͙̣͙͎͍̎ͅͅm̸̡̨̡͖͖̝̞͓̼̝̪̬̳̤͎̮͕͉̣̩̀͊͆͂̾͜ ̶̧̧̛̱̖̮̗̰̞̦̜̮̲͉͉̜͎̥͖̹͎͙͋̾̌͗̅̌̈̈́̈̓̇͜͜ͅṭ̶̜͌̈́̐̍h̷̛̛̺̺̩͚̹̭̭͓̔̿̒̓̿̃͂̎͗̈̔̍̔̀̀͌̚͘͠ĕ̸̡̡̧̥͕̺͕̱̻̺̜̳̮̠̦̜̗̙̙̬̪̳̫͓̫̋͛͗̓͑̀͊͂̑̈̑̇͑̏̂͑̊̚͝͝͝ ̴̡̗̺̙̖̘͕̫͎̦͎̯̦͎̹̫͔̪̭̗͖̜̬͍̹̱̈́̇͂̄ḭ̵̢̫̹̝͔͉̀̏͗̉̈́͜͝͠ñ̶͍͙̣͉̪͎̮͚̆̐̈́̌̂́s̵̖͒͂̇̌̈̚͝ị̸̞͎̰͋̒́̒̅̃̑͛̆͐̾̆̄̈͗̆̈́͐͜͠d̵̨̡̜̗͖͇͖͓͚̻̙̣̫̹̆́̎̈́̄̐̿͂̈́͒̈͊̒̀͛̆̽̀͗̽̍̀̑̚̚͝ͅę̵̨̢̢̨̧̛̥̗͍̙͎̱̹̱̲̠̟̤̯͇̪̜̝̠̘̿̂̎̓͑̌͋̐͒͊͛̾́̂͒̕̚͝͝ ̸̨̨̱̱̻̟͖͕͖͖͚̦̺͔̥͂͆́͌̃̐̋̏̉̈́̏̚ǫ̸̧̧̤̘̪̙͉̮͇̣̪̤͛̐̃̀̄̽̔̐̾̑̐̊͒͊̆̇͊͗̾͂̈́̆̚͘̚͝ų̵̡̣̠̩͙̦͈͚̜͕̲͔͕̻̙̺̻̝͙́͐̓̈͘͘͘ͅt̴͚̩͕͓̲͓̀̄̈͐͒̇̀̀̐͐͆̾̈̓͂͐̃̆͠͠.̸̰̳̖͖̬͎̲̖̻̤̗̫̫̣̯̭̊̔͑̒͛̔̿̚͜͜͠"̷̧̥̰͉̫͇̤͕̣͔̹͓̪̘̟̦͍́̂̈́̏͛̀͛͛͜ͅ