#systemfailureh4b

[dayshift-loop]

Hey so I heard more bodies dropped and I need all the ones I can get! Trust me!

It’s one hell of a bargain to try to convince a deranged taxidermist/biologist/bioengineer to let me borrow 6 of his 8 reliquaries.

I want to do some funny shit so,,,

Hand ‘em over

[theotherflipside]

A strange device has been left behind

"6 PM! Time to get the beers and kick up our feet, sports! Let's ditch this shithole." Dave drops Spring Bonnie's head on the ground, not caring to put it back properly. Their job here was done. No point in doing MORE work that he wasn't being paid for. Jack follows suit, dropping Spring Freddy's head on the ground next to the other.

"Don't break those. I'll be the one having to fix them if you do."

"Naaaaah. I can just duct tape it if it breaks. It's fine."

"You know that won't wo-" Steven visibly jumps as his phone head suddenly goes off, and he groans as he deactivates his illusion disk to answer it properly. He thought he told people to not call him unless something was going horribly, horribly wrong-

"Steven!" Peter's voice could be barely heard under all of the static, "the manager - *static* burning- *more fucking static*"

"What? Peter? What's going on?"

"You need to- *static*"

"I need to what?" He looks towards the safe room door as he swears he hears the sound of something metal hitting the ground from outside it. What was that?

"Henry's burning this whole fucking building down with us- *static*"

"Wait, what? Henry's burning the building down?! Peter, where the hell are you?" Steven moves for the door of the safe room, only to find it stuck. It wasn't opening. Jack and Dave notice this and try to help open it with no success.

"The vents system in the basement- *static* all fire traps. Michael and I are- *static* Just get Jack and Dee and GET OU-*static*"

"What do you m-" The call is suddenly hung up at the same time the manager's voice came on over the announcement system. The same system that they had been making fun of the man for adding. Now they know why it was there.

"Connection terminated. I am sorry to disappoint, but none of us are leaving this building today. I led you all back here, to the same place it all began. This diner that has become a cesspit of hatred and agony."

"Shit, move you two-" Steven and Dave stepped back so Jack could try to tackle the door, but it simply didn't budge when he threw himself against it.

"Trust me when I say that I spent a long time planning a way to save us all. Or at least, as many of us as I could. And this is the only answer I could think of, and the only one I know will work. It's worked before. it will work again."

The three of them grab onto each other as the roof of the safe room collapses behind them from the flames, trapping them between the door that won't open and fire that was rapidly spreading.

"To the employees that worked here, who unknowingly helped me set this all up, thank you. Though you may be angry and confused, I know all of you are just like the rest of us. Phone or walking corpse, there is no difference. There was going to be a way out, but then I found out that if even just one of us leaves alive, the loops will not end. We all have to go, at the same time."

"To the people I dragged through this again: I'm sorry. But I needed to ensure that he wouldn't be able to escape again. I promise to all of you that this is the end. For all of us."

Steven looks up in time to see what remained of the roof collapse on top of him, Dave, and Jack.

"End communication."

And then. Nothing.

The flames die down only after everyone is already gone. The invitation arrives too late to save anyone. Not even Glitchtrap, who had been on Dave's phone the entire time, survives this.

But perhaps, it can be used for something else. Nightmarionne, who just barely survived the fire thanks to their unreal amount of remnant, grabs the invitation.

This was the last chance they had. They needed somewhere to keep the souls and recover their strength so they could reboot the loops. This invitation could be the key to a place like that.

So they accept the invitation on the behalf of every soul lost to the flames Henry set, including Henry himself, and leave for the rift.

And after a bit of work from them, the souls begin to wake up again.

Welcome to Location 14, or rather, the recreated memories of Location 14.

[theotherflipside]

A pair of purple glowing eyes appear as a long black fur covered body makes it's way through the building, looking at every corner and crevasse. He is very interested in this new place and his imprinted instincts made it so he can't help himself but explore and hole, tunnel, and occasional buildings that he could fit into. Whistling the song 'Hanging on the Old Barbed Wire'

"What the hell? Henry, do you see that? It just went down the hallway-" William points somewhere behind his old friend that he had just been catching up with, and the man made what sounded like a confused ringing noise before speaking.

"What?"

The grey phone headed man turns and pokes his head out with William to look down the hall. Both of them see the being that William had just pointed out.

"Uh... What do we do about this?"

"Maybe try talking? We're by the office. We can hit the doors if need be."

"Fair. Fair. Oi!"

"William no- Not like that. Be polite." Henry clears his throat, "uh, hello hello! Uh... Are you lost, maybe?"

[dayshift-loop]

TECHNICALLY I HAVEN'T EITHER. HE'S JUST A PINK SPRITE.

[dayshift-loop]

Heheheh

*comps on the inside walls from within the beyond attempting to chew into the flipside and void*

Nightmarionne: YOU DO NOT NEED TO BE HERE. LEAVE.

[dayshift-loop]

@systemfailureh4b

the fact that taxes are on subscriptions is gross im assuming its the taxes that pushed it up to 20 god i hate google and big tech companies

[dayshift-loop]

Hey Will! I’m very interested in what your family unit is like,

Tell me about everyone

William: Michael is a mainly a technician, like his mother. Elizabeth and Evan are opposites. Elizabeth adores the robots (despite what happened), and Evan is terrified of them (even before what happened to him)...

William: All of them are chaotic as hell.

[dayshift-loop]

Did not wish to harm you, just wanted to share my appreciation and love for you,

Did you not like the poem? Then again it was a rewrite of one made for-

We don’t need to get into where it came from now do we?

Nightmarionne: I'M WELL AWARE OF THE DAMAGE I AM DOING.

Nightmarionne: BUT IT'S THIS OR HE WILL CLAW HIS WAY OUT OF HELL ITSELF.