From now on, some chapters will have 2 split storylines. As you can guess, the cases and Y/N's kidnapping are related but both have their own events that are happening around the same time.

Some chapters will only have one side of the story while other chapters will have both sides of the story in one chapter.

Soul Knife:
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Springtrap's Pov:

I closed my eyes shut seeing my own daggers to fly towards me. But I waited....and nothing happened.

When I had opened my eyes again....I saw that none of the daggers were anywhere, but that's before I tried moving my arms.

I had realized that my daggers just barely didn't hit me as they pinned my coat onto the wall with me.
"Who the hell are you?!" I yelled still not knowing how Y/N was able to control the soul knife similarly to one of the higher up's in Fazbear Entertainment.

"What do you mean?" he said as the soul knife was able to safely place itself into Y/N's pocket. "That! How the hell are you able to control the knife like that!!" I yelled.

I don't know why I was yelling but something about Y/N being registered into the system as a higher up...scared me. It isn't normal to ever meet a higher up in person and whenever you do, they normally aren't there for good reasons...

The higher up's are a secret part of Fazbear Entertainment that the founder and co-founder don't know about. This is known as Fazbear Entertainments legal team.

There is a reason why everytime we get sued, nothing bad happens.
People like me working for the higher up's are hired to kill or threaten people to drop the charges so that we never face any legal trouble....

Y/N here....somehow seems to be one of those higher up's that demand us to do this stuff...

"Uhh, what the hell did that pocket knife just do?!" Y/N yelled as he put his hands in the air. Clearly Y/N doesn't know about the properties of the soul knife.

Since I can't ever retrieve the soul knife because it's now permanently attached to him until his soul dies, I might as well explain what it does.

"Ugh. What you had there WAS my soul knife that now belongs to you because it is attached to your soul. The knife is normally just used for simple dark magic attacks but those of higher up in Fazbear Entertainment get access to the knife's protection." I explained as Y/N looked at me confused.

Y/N tried to reach into his pocket but before he could even get near it, the soul knife popped out on it's own and flew right into his hand.

"But...how am I a higher up in Fazbear Entertainment? It's probably a mistake..." Y/N said looking at the knife.

"That's not possible. The soul knifes can reach past lies and is able to detect if you are in the system in seconds of just touching the soul knife so mistakes are not even considered as a possibility" I explained once more as Y/N was left speechless.

The only thing I don't want to explain to Y/N is that I have to listen TO HIM, because it's my job to follow the orders of the higher up's...and seeing how Y/N is possibly a higher up....that would mean I would need to listen to his orders wether I like it or not.

"Look. I don't know exactly why you are considered a higher up but all I know is that you have access to most of Fazbear Entertainment's files because of their biometric system." I explained to which Y/N looked highly suspicious of.

"Hmm, but if i'm a higher up, why'd they ask of you to kill me?" Y/N asked to which I tried to shrug still being pinned to the wall by daggers.

"That's what has been bothering me for the last few minutes. We are suppose to listen to higher up's without question and never harm them eithe-...." I said before stopping and realizing what I just revealed.

"What was that again?" Y/N asked raising an eyebrow and catching on to my slip up. "N-nothing!" I yelled only making me seem more suspicious.

"From what i'm understanding, i'm a higher up, you work for the higher ups, and so technically that makes me your boss, right?" Y/N asked as I could barely see a smirk appear on his face.

"no.....?" I said quietly trying to convince Y/N that it wouldn't work that way, but in the end I couldn't find a reason to.

"I'll take that as a yes." Y/N said before starting to walk up to me. "Hey! What are you doing?! No! I'm sorry I won't say anything! I promi-"

Cameras
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Jason's Pov:

"I-is this really necessary?" the gas station owner said as we walked into the security room. "Yes? Is there a reason why you don't want us checking out the cameras?" I asked while Freddy started checking the cameras between 21:45-22:05

"N-no it's not that, but having a police car outside the gas station doesn't seem to be good for business..." he said clearly nervous about us being here.

"Well, i'm sure we won't be here long, but my partner here is good with security cameras. I can bearly imagine how he does it." I said as Freddy turned around and what I assume was an unamused look behind those glasses. Ok that joke was kinda bad...

"A-alright. You two c-call me if you need anything." the owner said as he went back to manage his store.

I waited in silence for a bit hearing the click of a keyboard and mouse as Freddy looked through the cameras...

"How's that possible...." I heard him mumble in frustration. "What? Is there something wrong?" I asked him as I only received an annoyed growl in response.

"Freddy, what happened?" I asked again.
"Just look at the monitor." he said before pushing the office chair away and letting me see the screen.

As I looked at the start of the video, it only showed Katrina standing at the cash register.
........
...........
And nothing else.

"Uhhh, I don't see anything happening Freddy." I said confused as to why he showed me the recording.

"That's exactly what is confusing me! The cash register is completely empty! The receipt says that the order was finished by 10pm which is by the time Katrina is seen leaving the cash register, but there is nobody there" he said growling even louder than before.

"Calm down Freddy, maybe the receipt is showing the wrong time? Maybe it wasn't even the vi-"
"No, that's not it...." he mumbled interrupting me. "As crazy as it may sound, I think the recording was tampered with. Someone was trying to hide someone or something..." Freddy suggested.

"What? Why would someone just tamper with the cameras for a gas station?" I asked him. All he did was give me an unamused looked before huffing and letting out a smile.

"Dude you really are braindead!" he said chuckling. "W-what? No i'm not!!!" I yelled backed at the bear.

"Yuh huh" he said smirking.

"Nuh uh!" I said back.

"Yuh huh"

"Nuh uh!"

"Yuh huh!"

"NUH UH!"

"YUH HUH!" He screamed back finally as we both let out a laugh. We were trying not to laugh too hard before the gas station's owner heard us.

After a while we both let out a cough and clearing our throats before Freddy spoke again. "Sorry sorry, What I meant before is that someone could have tampered the evidence so we wouldn't know who the victim was. But something's telling me that we weren't meant to find the receipt." Freddy explained as it became clearer to me what must have happened.

"Hey, now that I think about it, isn't the pizzeria across the street" I asked Freddy. "Well, yeah. What about it?" he said.

"Well, does the pizzeria have cameras outside that reach past the parking lot?" I asked again.

"I'm pretty sure it does-...." Freddy said before catching on to my idea.
"Holy shit, Jason! That could actually help us a lot!" Freddy said before standing up and hugging me.

"freddy....you're squishing me..." I said barely squirming out my response. "Oh shi-my bad..." he said before letting me go and having a well deserved amount of oxygen brought into my lungs.

"Sorry about that. But, not only would we be able to see who came out of the gas station st that time, but we would also be able to check what happened to Y/N when he went outside!" Freddy explained in a more excited manner.

"Well, let's not waste any time, let's get going back to the pizzeria!" I said before Freddy quickly followed me out of the gas station's security office.

"Are you both done?" the owner said as we approached the front counter. "Yeah, but we do have one more question to ask before we leave." I said to him before he nodded.

"Does anyone have access to the security office?" I asked and the owner nodded in response. "All employees have access to the room since it uses the same key to the locker room for them" he explained before Freddy and I waved him goodbye and headed out.

Freddy's Pov:

How come I haven't thought of it before!

We could save dad'd job, find where Y/N went, discover both the victim and the killer,  and solve the two mysteries in one go!

Jason went over to park the car while I ran inside the pizzeria excited to finally see Y/N again or atleast hope too.

Opening the doors, I see that Foxy, Chica, and Bonnie are in the main stage area. It's been a long time since i've last performed...

"Hey guys!" I yelled excited and turning around I see that Foxy looked suprised to see me. "Oh, Freddy! How are you feeling...." he asked which suprised me because I was feeling pretty great.

"What do you mean?" I asked to which Foxy looked at me weirdly. "About...Y/N." he said.
I was confused but I forgot that Foxy and the others didn't know about my investigation with Jason.

"Oh! Well, I could explain but right now i'm in a rush to-"
"HEY FREDDY! CATCH!" I recognized Jason screaming from afar.

By the time I turned around, I was hit with the keys to the car which were suprisingly quite bulky. "Ow!" I jokingly said while giving a light chuckle.

"Hey what the hell was that for!" Foxy said getting in front of me.
"Who's that guy?!" Bonnie said also getting infront of me. "I'm going to go get Henry!" Chica said heading towards the kitchen to call him.

"F-Freddy..." Jason said realizing how he's kinda fucked right now unless I do something.
"Wait hold on!" I yelled causing everybody to look at me. "He's with me. I was going to explain after we finished but I guess right now is the time..." I said causing everyone to calm down....sort of.

"Jason. Get your dumbass over here." I said jokingly before Jason went to hide behind me. I cleared my throat. Explaining time....

Timeskip

"And that's how the investigation is going so far..." I said as Foxy sighed while shaking his head. "Well now I have 2 dumbasses to take care of...." Foxy said which both me and Jason looked at him.
"Who are you calling the dumbass?!" We both yelled before Foxy just smirked. "That proves my point even further." Foxy said before patting Jason on the head.

Jason looked happy as hell for some reason...
"Anyways, Freddy and I should be going to the security office to find the footage." Jason said taking Foxy's hand away from his head.

"Right. Hopefully you'll find Y/N" Foxy said giving me a reassuring smile.

Jason and I started moving through the hallways and silence filled most of it. Why do the halls suddenly feel very long...

Conversation:
F = Freddy
J = Jason

J: Hey, Freddy? You know Y/N by alot right?

F: Hm, oh yeah. You could say that.

J: I've known for Y/N quite a while. I never really got to tell you anything about how I know him.

F: Yeah I guess you're right. How did you get to know him?

J: Well, Y/N isn't very social, almost no social skills actually, but he seems to know his stuff.

F: Heh, that's what's so special about him. He seems to be able to fix so many things and as clumsy as he is, he fixed many things...some more than he realizes.

J: He's always been a mystery though. He seems to keep things from many people and barely even opens up to me or anyone in general.

F: .........

J: .............

F: Do you want to know why?

J: Yeah, i'd been curious about it for so long.

F: Well Y/N may not have that problem anymore, the reason why we ever got along so well at first was because I wasn't human.

J: Not human? But you're basically human now.

F: Well, we met when I was in my animatronic form. Y/N had trouble talking with humans because he...he didn't know how to talk with someone.

J: So he found talking with robots easier?

F: Mhm. He found out soon enough that I was basically just someone that can act human and he became more social that way.

F: One thing I was fascinated about was Y/N's thinking process...I don't know what goes on in his head but it's a miracle.

J: How so?

F: We both first met while I was in a testing mode phase. We were under certain....circumstances and we didn't meet properly.

J: What were those circumstances?

F: I'd rather not talk about them....

J: Oh...

F: But my brain becomes more vulnerable in my animatronic form and I had been in that form when we first met, but............nevermind.

Conversation End:

I began thinking about what happened that night.....

I felt clouded in my mind.
I couldn't think straight. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD YOU FUCKER!!!" I yelled as the laughter only became harder to bare.

Suddenly, I see someone.....
That's...Y/N!
I could feel my body stop moving for a second and I couldn't hear his laughter anymore...

"Aaah Shit!" Y/N yelled stepping back a bit holding Chica's cupcake and Bonnie's guitar.

What was I doing here? Why is he afraid? Did I scare him?! Did I accidentally look at him with my eyes?!?!

"Y/N?" I said as Y/N only shook in fear. I'm so confused...I thought this was a test...but
why does it feel like I was about to kill him...

I felt my mind clouded with the thoughts again. The laughter becoming worse and more loud than before. I couldn't feel my body anymore.

I wanted to tell Y/N to run but...my body refused to say anything...

I seemed to have spaced out....
I remember that night clearly...
Y/N's test was suppose to be safe that night..

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"Freddy?"
"Freddy?"

"Freddy!" I heard Jason yell as I snapped back to reality. Did I really think that? It didn't feel like my own thoughts...

"Sorry, I was just thinking about some old memories..." I said giving a light chuckle.
"Well, we're here. We should check the cameras and get this done, ok?" he said giving me a smile.

I couldn't handle but smile back at him. Who knew Y/N had some great people around him...

If only Fredbear could see me right now...
I'm not going to lose someone else...
This time i'm going to protect those who I need to and will need to protect...

Entering the office, I could see that there was a chocolate bar unopened...
It was one of Y/N's chocolate bars. I grabbed the bar and held it as it reminded me of both Y/N and Fredbear.

Something we all got in common is liking this specific brand of chocolate. It's quite popular and pretty good so I don't see how that's surprising.

I unwrapped the chocolate bar and before I could take a bite, Jason snatched it from me.
"Dude! Chocolate is toxic for bears! You shouldn't be eating it." Jason said sounding like a parent.

"Since when did you care so much about me?" I teased causing him to get caught off guard.

"W-well-Hey!" he said as I snatched the bar back from him. "Relax Jason, I'm stupid but i'm not that dumb. I'm not a normal bear, I can actually digest many different foods that would normally hurt a bear." I said taking a bite out of the bar.

"I shoulda have guessed haha!" he said but I was quite surprised by Jason. I didn't think he would care so much as to take it away for my safety...He's a good friend.

Checking the cameras, I started checking the footage from when Y/N left. He should have left around 21:20-21:30....

I saw that there was motion activity at 21:38...It was Y/N.
......
That feels way too close to the time of the gas station, but that still gave around 20 minutes so it shouldn't be possible for Y/N to have been the person at the gas station.

Y/N walked over to the car and....
The car wouldn't start up? I saw as Y/N looked annoyed. Seeing Y/N's face for once in the whole mess that's happened brought a slight smile to my face.

Y/N got out of his car and started searching pockets. It seems that he took out some money. Soon enough he started walking away towards...the...gas station...

I looked by his car once more and saw that his phone was on the ground...fuck

Y/N entered the gas station at 21:46....
"Freddy...he entered the gas statio-"
"I...I s-see that" I said struggling to keep a firm voice.

Jason and I kept looking at the screen as we barely saw the entrance to the gas station in view. Finally, at 22:00....Y/N exited the store with his backpack and a bag.....

I felt my body start to shake and the air around me felt thick and heavy. It felt like my world was about to crumble.

Soon enough, I saw Katrina leave the gas station a few minutes after her shift was suppose to end...
She did this....

I turned off the screen and saw as my reflection was the only thing I saw in the dark glass of the security monitor...

".....Jason." I said still looking at the monitor.

"Y-yeah?" he said as I knew he was also starting to realize.
"Do you think t-that...the person from the gas station....is the same one from the train incident...." I said and he didn't respond.

"....M-maybe they are not r-related to eachother..." he said to which I wish was true...but sadly our bias is getting in the way.

"That's not what you truly think....is it?" I asked and he didn't respond.

I....I couldn't save Y/N....
I can't save anyone....
It's always someone saving me...but never can I ever save the people who are closest to me...

"Jason...Let's go....We know our killer and we know our victim...There isn't anything else we can do...." I said trying to hide my tears as much as possible.

"F-Freddy...We don't know for sure. Maybe something else happened-"
"All evidence is leading to Y/N being dead. Nothing else matters right now....." I said before grabbing his hand and trying to take him out of the room....
But he refused.

"Are you going to just accept that Y/N is dead?! Is that what you want to believe?!" he screamed as tears started falling down his cheeks.

I turned around to face him.
"I don't want to....believe it any more than you do...but i'm not surprised that I couldn't protect the only other person I had to look forward too...." I said and Jason stood there.

"I-......Is that really it though?" Jason said.
"It seems to be...but Jason...Believe me when I say this...." I said as he looked at me expecting my answer.

"If no one were here at this moment...I would do the one thing that my brother did right now." I said having Jason's eyes widen.

I would do so much for Y/N and I would do anything to have him alive...but sadly...Nothing is going to help me with that....

"So for now...I just want to stay strong for as long as I can before...before it's cut short...." I said and began to walk out the door.

No one was around and I was glad. I don't want anyone seeing me like this...It's the main reason why I would always stay in my room after shows....

That was until Y/N came into my life...Suddenly, I didn't feel like drowning myself in my own tears waiting for my demise. I didn't feel like hiding myself as much. I didn't feel unwanted....

.........
I didn't realize I was outside already and before I knew it...I was in the car....
Everything was moving past me....

The car ride to the train station felt like a blur. I couldn't tell if Jason was talking to me or not....
...............
Oh...We're here.

Getting out of the car, I felt my legs go numb. My whole body was numb. It's as my body moved on its own....

Right before we got to the steps to enter the train station stood my dad....
He had a saddened look on his face....

"Jason...Your friend...uhhh Y/N L/N was it?" He said looking like he was sad...did I already say he was sad? I don't know....

"Y/N L/N....yeah that was his name...what about him?" Jason said hit voice shakier than before...

"I'm sorry to say this....but we took a blood sample from the train and....his dna matches." Dad said.

"We already came to that conclusion....We also know who the killer is...She's going to pay for killing Y/N." I said as dad looked at me weirdly....It's not like he cared for me until now....

"Freddy...." Jason said and he watched as him and I followed my dad over to the police station. Katrina.....
Katrina....
Katrina...
Katrina.

I̶̡̞̲̳̗͙͚͈̻̪̣̱̗͐̾͂̈́̀͐̓̕̕͝͝͝͝ ̵̳͈̮͍̪̻͋̂̾̍̏ḧ̶̡̢̥̼̺̯̬̻̠̰͎̗̘̲͓́̈́̎͊͌̓̌̂ǫ̸̨̨̗̤͙̥͔͉͓͖̬̮̖̓͌͜ṗ̶̹̻̦̺͙͍̥̄̕ȇ̶̝̣̥̬͔̑̆͑̒̓̄̓̿̚̕̚̕͘͝ͅ ̷͍̺̙͚̘̩̯̘̠̩̻̓̄̏̅̑̈́͛͐́͒͘͠ͅy̴̪̳͆͐̏͂̏̈́̔̂̓̾̔͐̈́̚o̷̟̺̖̬̖̲̤̱͂͐ủ̷̡͈͇̯́̾̿̇͠ ̸̡̛̦̫̥̬͍̳͎͍͈̽̓̉̽́̃͑͛̀̈́̎̚̚͜r̶̨̹̪̙̫͎͕̫̎̃̃͜o̵̢̨̝͇͇̭̬̥̣̻̼͈̲̓̿̂̊͌̈́̇͆̚ẗ̷̬̫̯̒̄ ̵̢̺́͊̿͜i̸̢̨̧̲̫̙͕͎͚̬̪̻͋͑̔́n̵̫͔͠ͅ ̶̧̻͉̯̺̦̪̾̒̐̀̐̀͝t̸̢̞̣͙̦͓̹̣̞̒̀͆͑̈́́̏́̔̈́̄͝͝͝h̴̡̧̪̫̻̤̯͓̥̠͗̂̀͑̇̕̕è̶̪̺̟̥̒̌̾̅͒̔͛͠ ̸̡̛̝͕̦̖͛͂́d̸̲̽͒͗̅͗͂̈́̑̔̋͆̏͘͘͝e̸̢̻̣̒̾̈́͒̂̅̑ě̶̛̛̘̘͓̘͉̠͔̣͇̟͖̈̎͛͆̾͐p̴̨͎̭̟̣̟̙̻̙̗͇̃̊̒̌̀͛̎́͒͊̈́ě̴̡̧̪̤̪̗̗͈̯͚̫̼̩̍͌ṣ̸̝͚͖̦̲͗̈̅̊̍́͌̐̀̅́͆͠͝t̶͙̣̦̬͙̝͎̹͈̻̗́̏̈́̌̈́͑̅͒͘̕͜͝ͅ ̴͇̗̝̦̺̜̖̰̏̑̋͛͑͝ͅp̶̛̪̼̗͓̬̓̓̀̑̈͂͠ä̴̠̻́͘r̵͎̳͉̀̓t̷̢̧̛͉̙̰̞̹͉̤̱͕̮̳̮͂̉͛̅͒̓̋̀̓̓͝͝s̷̘̲͍̯̤̘̝̈́̈́͆̋͂̉ ̸̧̛̝͔͍̫̠̰̝͈͍̤͉̤̣̀ǒ̶̬͍̭̉f̶̧̨̨̛͖̰̫͈͗̓̔̂̐̃̃̈́̉̅̚͜͝ͅ ̷̢͚̪̐̆͐̈͊̒̐̇́͐͒͛̈ͅh̵̞̞̙͔͎̼̤͍̱̤̙͔͚̣̰̅ȩ̴͈̩̱̠̰̱̤̗̥̲̈́̑̽͜ļ̶̧̤̘͈͖̹͈̠̣͇̤̠̖͆̀̂̔͛͐̽͛̆͗̈́̀̽͋͝l̵̡̘͔͚̥̖̀̿̌̄͌̾̈́̂͊͜ ̵̲̝͎͔̐̂̾̌̈́͗̆̿̚a̸̧̨̢͉̫̫͉̰̪͠ͅs̴̡̛͎̙̞͕̦̯̣͓̊̍̏̈́̐̈́̃͆̏͝ͅͅ ̵̛̥̙͍̲͉̟͇̯̭̥̖̝̩͕͒̄̈́̇̏̏̈́̽́̾̏͠ͅy̷̧̢̡̫͔̹̫̺̭̙͖̼̥̓̈́̏͛͛͌̚ỏ̴̡̥̤͇͎͓̤̍͛͒̿̄͛͌̾͂̾͝͠ṳ̸̮̲̙̥̮̟͔͈̫̹̝̂̄̀̑̆͠'̷̯̍͊́̿̾̉̀̉̉͝ͅr̶̨̧̭̞̻̣̠̩̼͕͆͗̈́̂̓̄̿͂̌̈́̋͜͝e̶̫͔̜̗͕̹̒̔̐́̚ ̷̧̛͛̈́́̃̓̇s̶͎̱̀͆͒͑̏̏̈́̃̐c̵̛͙̩̆͆̃ͅr̸̭̞̪͍̗͍̼͖̪̞͍͔̬̫̩͐̎̄̋e̶̛͖̮͓̍͛̽̆̏̚a̶̢͙̮͙̞̬̘̞̤͕̻͚͈͕̦̒̌m̷̧͕͉̘̯̫̩̮͉̳͖̰͛̓́̔̋͂̂͂̋̽̍̅ͅͅi̴͕̬͕̣̞̘͋̿̉͌̄̏͒̄͊̈́͒̃̔̐̕n̵̢̨̼͉̳̼̣̹̣̍̀̀̇ǧ̷̰̞͕̹̦̙͔̘̺̀̒͊ ̷̟̭̜̬͐̽͌̿̈́̑͠i̶̬̺͉̰̠̟̯̣͖̞͖̼̙͖̅̀͠n̷̹͎̻͐ ̸̢̧̡̺̰̝͔̝̝̘̙̜̩̺̗̋́̋̐á̸͕̔͊̑̀̋͋̋̀́̓̚g̷̫̩̘̼̀͐̈́̿͛͒̅́̃̍͋̕̚ớ̷̡̭͚̹̮̘̳͗͑̿̈́̿̈́̍̿͐̍͋̑̕n̴͓̹͕͚̟͔̭̆ͅy̵̘̬̜̲̺̩̟̭̠͕͇͔͔͖̆̑͜͠.̸̨̢̪̳͙̫̼͍̊́̑̓͂͝ͅ ̷̡̩͍͖̤̒͑͒Y̵̱̼̗̼̭̋̀͐̄͋̈́̓͘o̴̩̗͚͍̳͑̈́̀́̐͋̐̔̄ṷ̴̾͗͐̈́̍̾̎͂̂̚͝ ̷̢̝͍͖̳̜̙̯͎͇͌͂̒̌͜͝d̸̡̧̖̙̲̞̺̂̍e̶̡̢̞̭͈̲͎͔̯̠͎̪͘ṡ̸̱̥̳̟̤̟̳͈̹͔̻̽̇̐̕ḛ̴̠̞̤͎̮̤̻͇̩́r̵̫̠̮̩̪͙̪̗͎̪̎͌̑̆͛̍͗͆̌̄̐̈́̚͜ͅv̸̡̟̯̼̠̪̗̠̜̽̋̈̾͗͐ͅę̶̛͙͎̠̞̪̹̥͎̻̆̇̄̽̀͊̎͜͝ͅ ̵̡̢͇͓̺̱̤̹͕͎̳͍̽̍͛̋́̄͌͜͠n̴̢̛̤͓̱͈̜̰͔̮͕̙̟̪̼͉̆̓̎̄̄̍͒̏̒̓̓̄͝ȏ̸̳̅͒̅̍͘ͅt̶̨̰̟̱̩̳̺̞̫̣̺̋̾̅̕͜͜h̶̢̠̬͕͓̲̜͓̱͍̒́̾̇̓̓̒̒͘i̸̧̟̳̅ǹ̷̥͙̭͉̳͈͈̮̱͖̞ǵ̸̦̀.̶̣̱̜̈́̆̓̇̆͂̏͐̀͌̌̿ ̷̡̼̘̮̮̥͉̫̣̣͍̭̥͐̈́͊̆̇̈́̊̀͂͊̍͑̚͜͝͝A̸͉̰͒̅̿̿͒͑̆̏̿̈́̑b̶̟͓̬̱͙͉͈̺̠̂̃̐͝s̵͍̾̀͆ô̸̡̢̖̲͎͇̠͍̩̺̯̲͗͛̈́̔͝ͅl̸͍͈̣̊̔̾̐͒̉̓̎̓̉̊͐͝ͅũ̴͉͉̣̜̻͍̭̞͓̏̊̑͆̓͊̊̄̕t̷̼̟̚ȩ̴̧͎̼͎̹̣͓͝l̵̢̝̯̫͍̞͔̪̙̻͎̩͈̑͛͌͋͆̅͋͆͛̍̓͋͜͠ỳ̵̧̳͔̯͓̯͈͕͐̊̑̅̈́̀̃́̚ ̷̢͔̟͇̻͕̲́̌̌̅̈́̒̔̔̅̋̃̕̚̚n̵̡̛͕̼̄̒̽͜õ̶̘̜͑̀̏̽͒̂̏̅̍͗͐͂͐̚t̴̫̳͉̖͓͔̭͈̺̖̟͂h̴̛͎̟̙̮̹͖̼͖̙̺͇̼͂́͋̋́͗͂͜͜͝ḯ̸͙̘̞̹̈́̈̅̎͆̂̆̔̽̈́̈́͘̕͘n̵̡̡̛̳̞͎͙̰̻̜̮̘͓͖͙͙̔̿̀͐͆̊͗̎͋̚̚g̷̛̻̬̮̟͓̘̅̓͐͌͝.̵̛͈̃̇͐̍̓͛̓̒̉̇͑̕
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̵̡̡̢͔̘̗̮̣̻͎̝̠͎̯̲̓̀̋͒͝Ý̶̨̙̙͖̩͈̭̼̣͉̙̿̇͆̓͋̇͌͌̏ŏ̵͕̫̹̯̺̭̗̏̾͒̾͌̍͗̍͝͝u̴̧̪͖̪͙͉̣͖̒̍̍ ̵̨͕͇̭͙̼̖̩͗͋̄̆̆̄̐͛̇̍̏͜ṫ̶̨̢̧͕̲͚̼̞̱̠͍̫͖̯̠̇̇͘ó̶̧͕̺̠̩͙̮͔͓͔̇̚̚o̶̬͝k̶͈̔̽͝͝͝͝ ̶̛̩̱̟̜̙̍͒̂̈̍̀̈́͐̈́͑͒̋͌͝ṫ̵̰͚̼̱̄͐͂̉̓̂̎̏͋͘͠h̸̛̟͎͚̳̥̭͛͗̀́͆́̆e̷̢̢̨̧͓̦̭̭̬̫̗̬̱͂̉̇̆̇̆̊͌̒̀̌͝͠ ̴̨͎̱͔̱̗̻̘͈͍̮͚͇̦̎͒̇̈́̈́͛̑̕̚͜b̵͈̩̉̏͑͊̎̏̔̆̏̍̐̍͌̒̌e̶̥̘̒͑̇̀̓̀̆̆́̅̚͘s̴͕̘̺̙͎̠͚̏̂͠t̵̹͚͙̝̣͖̀̉̑̔̊͗͑̈́͘͝ ̷̡̛͈͚̯̜̥̣̬̞̾͠t̴̡̧̢̨͓̝̣̫͖̝̞͂̊͛̾͌̓͑͗̽̋̆̂ẖ̴̨͇͓̇͂́i̷̱͓̬͔̯͓͇̹̱̰͓̗̬̅̕n̵̨̛̲̳̰̖̩̻͓̑͑̏͒͒̉͘̕͘͜g̵̡̳̫̯͎̀̏́͘ ̷̧͈̮̮͖̰̣̓͋͘͝͝͝ͅt̵̡̹̱̹͈̓̍̋̔̄͘̕ḣ̵̥̒͐̐̉͘͝ḯ̸̧̼̝͔̱̗̳̲̼̀̊̄͒̀̂̎̄͑̾͘s̶̡̡̯̞͍͓̳̥͙̣̗̘̬̝͑͗ ̶̜͍͖̅̀̌̉̕w̷̢̨̛͍̳̖̣̻̹͚̲̎͑̈́͛́̀͌͗͛͠o̵͔̠̦̖̠̅͗̓͆̀̑̓̉̏͂͘r̴̝͈͉͙̪̩̖̻̲̲̃̌͋̇͂͋͠l̷̛̩͍͉̱̯͑̑̏͂̃͋͆̏͌̈́̃̽͝͝d̴̩͕̭̲̞̪̘̐̽͝͝ ̶̲̾͛̇͛̋̈̈́̃̈̈̎̿̓̅̚ḥ̸̱̻̭̙̤͔͉̩̭͕̭́̈́̅̒̏͘a̶̢̛̗͖͈͈̣̋̆͌̈́̆̏̎̈́͑̓ͅd̷̳͕̈́͑̒͛̍́́͗̆͌͠͝͝͝͠ ̵̧͎͚͍̯̫̺̬̱̪̜̮̅̓̀̃̐͂̉̏̅̆̀́̚͠a̶̢̘̱̳̓̃̑̅͌̌̓̓̈́̀̐͘͠ņ̵̭̱̲͎̓́̔̔̎̓̎d̸̨̨̨̜͙͓͎͚̘̭̠͖̫̱̫̆͊̔͛̚ ̴̡̢̝̤̫͍͇̩̜̞̃͆̉͛́̂r̷̺̝͊͘͝u̵͔͒i̸̛̛͈͈͚̤̰͖̣̺̋̂̑̓͂̿̂̕n̶̡̧̲̘̤̙͚̓̅͑̎̿͘͘ȩ̴̝͎͓̫̭̦̼͑̑̈̂́͌̋͝͝d̷̡̑̎̀̐̈́̍̌͛̊̕͝ ̷̢̼̳̯͖̌̾͌į̷̛̖̲̩̖̣̪͂̂͝ͅͅt̶̢̪̙̾ ̶̡͇̻̣̻̣̳͛̈̏͒̂̿̽͐̄͊͝t̵͔͚̰̱͍̙̫͗̎̆̔͘ͅo̵̤̮̺̥̐̽̅̅̔͌͛͋̾̈̀͠͝ ̸̢̔̌́͂͌̓̀̉̄̂̚͘s̶͔͍̣̪̖̬̻̰̓́ḫ̷͇̂͂̍̑̃̐́́̆̚ï̷̛̳̤͗̑͆̈́̆̀͑͘t̵̡͔̱͕̩̻͕̓̆̀̓̈́̀͂̂̈́̃͊̃̕.̵̧̢̧̨̛͚̭̯̦̮̬̙̄̽̌̀̅́͋̃͋̑̚.̴̛̬̠͚̥͔̼̬̼͕͔̻̮͍̈́́̉́͋͑̔̌͒̊́͜͠͝.̵̝̝̤̮̰͓̈́̃̎̾̑͑̅̏͑̽̌̒̈́͋̕.̸̢̯̙̠̻̭̘̭͈̯̞̼̾͊̀̚͘͘͜͝

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