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Continuing the heccin story because fck u I wanna write shet and Im workin on drawin my portfolio and comic:

Entering a code to the boy's cell, Five waited for him to exit. Once the boy had left the cell, Five led him to the operation room, where he laid the boy down onto the bed.

"Don't move, Finnian. Don't even say a word," Five instructed, grabbing a mask that was attached to some general anesthesia.  While waiting for the deformed fox boy to be completely asleep, Five went about the operation room and grabbed some items that he would need: scalpel, needle and thread, tweezers and a syringe. He set to work the second that the boy had fallen asleep.

It was several hours later that the boy had woken up, however they were no longer in the operation room. Five had taken the liberty of moving the teen before he woke up over after, just to save time and for convenience. They were in front of a forest, both sat on a bench. "You're free to go, Finn."

At those words, the teen merely stared at the scientist in disbelief. Never had he thought that he would be getting out, especially after everything that Five had said and done. It couldn't be true. There had to be some kind of catch, some sort of way he'd end back up in that lab beneath the scientist's house. He didn't trust Five one bit.

"You're kidding, right? You can't be setting me free," Finnian asked, his tone of disbelief following through. Five let out a slight chuckle, looking over to Finnian and nodding his head.

"Yeah, you can go. I'm not going to take you back again," Five answered, the boy then proceeding to stand up to walk off. "But." The teen paused, looking back at the scientist with mild panic. "When I come back here, I want you to come out to see me. I want to show Primrose that I let you go and took the chip out of your head, understand?" Finn simply nodded, to which Five nodded in turn and the boy left.

Later that day, around evening, Five found himself writing a letter. Never had he thought he would have let his life's work go, but, there he was, having let his biggest project go. Now he was only hoping that it was worth something and he didn't regret it, since he didn't even have the chip anymore to at least control the teen's actions. Finishing the letter, he stood up and went to post it - addressed to Primrose. It read:

Dear Primrose,

I'm going to keep this short and sweet. Although it took longer to write, that was mostly me not believing what I had actually done and trying to process what I did had really happened.

I released Finnian, the thing you saw in my lab. The kid, I suppose is a more fitting noun to use. I reversed the deformities I had caused to it... him. I reversed the deformities I had caused to him and let him go back home. His home may be a forest, but he's insistent on preferring it over any kind of flat or building. He's mentioned his attempt with living in a flat before and how he only ended up staying in the forest, even when paying for the flat.

I want you to meet me by the local woods. We should talk.

-5Z

...

My mistake.

- Zabel Ajax

Also here's my five cosplay I took a picture of in my parents messy ass room