A/N: Been a while hasn't it? Yeah, bunch of stuff happened, loss of motivation, personal issues, writing character development. Won't lie, had a major burn out in writing and an internal debate on if I should re-write the whole thing, decided ultimately not to, for now at least. Had to find out where I would take this too, make an outline. At first I was just going with the flow, but now I have an idea where to go.

Gonna add an interlude after this, to better flesh out the characters. Then work on EP4, which I have an idea how to tackle it cuz the worker drones like, pretend Uzi wasn't there? Forget about Uzi's accomplishments? Sure she kind of screwed up, once. But she saved the outpost once in the pilot, a second time by defeating CYN/AbsoluteSolver in the corridors, thirdly stopping Doll from causing mass damage at prom and likely her arrival prevented V from fulfilling her want of just getting some oil and a bit of pleasure from doing what she was made to do. It could be high stress, or simply these ones being the "Problematic" students in EP4. I mean Lizzy though, okay on second thought Lizzy is Lizzy. But it's kind of weird they don't know about the drone whose been the center of attention for like, three major incidents. Uzi had it bad, like damn they either ignore her, forget she exists, or bully her, like, ouch. Even after she made a name for herself. At least some acknowledge her existence, Thad, her dad, WDF, some others since I mean Thad mentioned they be spreading rumors she was grounded or something instead of banished. Guess it was just for comedy.

Also, the wiki folks got things wrong as they often do at the beginning of every episode drop. Sarah is the worker drone that alerted Khan to a situation in EP2. Detective Lady is unnamed. I've been deciding if to call her Deca or Adira. Came to me as a play on the word Detective Lady throwing in an r. I don't think she's a major character much so just throwing some name will work just fine I think. Unless Glitch releases the official transcript... unless her name is like how that leaked FNAF movie got someone named "Female Villain" murder drones got "Unnamed Worker Drone #456" or something in the official transcript lol. I'm going to call her Adira from now on for that reason.

I think I've made Uzi say bite me too much this chapter lol.

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Doll was feeling many things. But at this moment, she felt a mixture of emotions. Anger, confusion, and concern. Mostly concern. What if they find out about what she's doing?

She had quite a few, kills, under her name. Now it's not like it'll be shown, right?

'Blyat.' Doll caresses the side of her head, she feels a headache coming on.

She glances down at her hands, flashes back to... those times. She doesn't regret what she's done. She's still trying to find out what's happened to her, even she doesn't have all the answers.

But, if Uzi gets this in the future, this could be troublesome. Would Uzi agree with her methods? Definitely not from what she's seen. But that's to be expected.

With everyone in such close proximity, even if she still possesses the solver's ability, having pulled the vase off the bedside drawer for confirmation. She can't help but feel unease towards the hosts. She doesn't know them like the others. She has confidence if she desires she could just restrain the disassembly drones on the spot. There's plenty of objects around to use, but the hosts are wildcards. One looks like a disassembly drone, another appears to be a worker drone, but his reflexes are unlike any she's seen. But the plushies, they are the most unpredictable of them all.

'Как мне поступить с этими живыми куклами? (How do I deal with those living dolls?)' thinks Doll, remembering their unique ability to conjure up whatever weapons they desire to threaten that bitch of a drone, J was it? Not that she cares to memorize their names, only that she wants them dead... and then, after that, find out more about this solver.

The little Russian worker glances at Lizzy, whose present in the room as per Doll's request, "Что (What)?"

"So, why did you want me here again?" Lizzy looks at her nails, which don't appear to exist, do drones even have nails?

"Приближается выпускной вечер, верно? (Prom is coming up, correct?)" asks Doll, a plan formulating in her mind.

Lizzy nods, "Yeah, last I checked the list has five main candidates for prom queen." and begins to list off the candidates with her fingers, "Angela Palmer, whose got this cult interest in this collection of old DvDs called The Office is really rubbing me off the wrong way. She's borderline obsessive."

She raises a second finger, "Dillan Hall, she's a bitch." Lizzy doesn't appear to give a crap with her half hearted look towards Doll, saying all there is to know about that character, "Moving on, there is Kelsey Day, she's a nerdy bookworm, need I say more?"

"Kenzie Rivers, whose constantly droning on about how her limbs and organs are intact, how wonderful life is going for her, ugh." Lizzy cringes at the reminder of such a bitch, ironic coming from her, "Nobody will miss her if she's gone. Which I hope for every day. Seriously she just keeps moaning on and on-"

Doll narrows her gaze, " Продолжайте, пожалуйста (Continue, please)." she has little time to hear of Lizzy's opinions regarding the candidates. The others are going to probably start wondering why they're taking so long to return to the theatre.

"Gosh, alright, time constraints I know." Lizzy rolls her eyes, raising a fourth finger, "Lamey Gillmore, her name speaks for herself. I swear from what Rebecca told me, that girl's idea of a prank is distancing herself from her friends and family. Can you believe it?" Lizzy sees the whole notion of this as a prank to be, quite hilarious. Is it a bitch move? Probably, but the girl could go missing and nobody would be the wiser, "Honestly." she places her hands on her hips, "None of these girls even have an ounce of prom queen material."

"Вполне (Quite)." Doll remarks as Lizzy finished her rather detailed analysis on each of the candidates, " Они все присутствуют, не так ли? (They're all present, aren't they?)" smirking ever so slightly.

Lizzy is not liking where this is going, "Uh, yeah I saw them sitting up front... why?"

Doll grins, but plays off the worry as one of her profession does, "Нет причин, просто небольшой план, чтобы заставить дроны-убийцы платить за то, что они сделали с моими родителями. (No reason, just a small plan to make the murder drones pay for what they did to my parents). Я уверен, что вы понимаете (I'm sure you understand).

'Damn that's hot.' how Lizzy considers Doll a friend or something more, few don't know. Perhaps Doll legitimately considers her a friend, or merely an asset. Either way, the two are close.

Doll's thoughts shift to the hosts, 'Но как поступить с хозяевами (But how to deal with the hosts)?' after all, the solver has its limits.

Unlike the force, she can only focus on one target at a time. If everyone decided to jump her, it'll be... difficult to deal with to put it lightly.

She could invite them, take them out one by one. Prom is a fair distance away, but she can get started now... if only those hosts were not present. Far too many factors to take into consideration and the risk isn't worth it. She has time, no need to rush it. It's a few weeks before prom, she has time.

...

Meanwhile, with the disassembly drones, SD-OC once again standing off to the side keeping an eye on them. This time with plushies as backup.

"That other purple worker drone, Doll was it?" SD-J glanced towards SD-V.

The mentally unstable disassembly drone shrugs, "How the hell would I know?"

SD-J rolls her eyes, "Of course."

That, Doll, is an anomaly. Perhaps the entire reason of their mission. Literal proof the worker drones have been corrupted. But from the looks of it she can't simply do her job. The so called hosts are preventing them from committing well justified dismantling of liabilities. Threats to the company and by extent humanity.

But Uzi? Oh, Uzi is just trying to see how high she can score on J's priority list. The brat has unlocked some, dormant code? Becoming just like that, Doll was it? Was that it's name? It's safe to assume every single worker has this code lying dormant and upon activation causes their psychic like abilities to unlock. Certainly this is a cause of concern for anyone. It's no wonder the company sent them on this mission. Such a threat must be dealt with, if only she could fulfill that here and now with all the threats gathered in one place. The Absolute Solver can be dealt with later, but those two workers, Uzi and Doll... there has to be something more sinister at work with those two.

SD-J narrows her gaze towards one of the hosts, "If only they could divert their attention elsewhere, it could give us an opening to dismantle those two... solver infected worker drones."

SD-V doesn't feel so confident in that. She doesn't usually voice her opinions, but a small feeling nudges in her mind that J is likely underestimating both Uzi and Doll. And she loathes the feeling, but Doll frightens her.

...

Uzi was back at the range, practicing with her sick as hell railgun, or more specifically a kinetic-energy hybrid of a rifle. Serial Designation N was off on the side, playing a round of blackjack with the boys.

"Alright, show your decks."

The drones throw down their decks, N appears to have won, all others have gotten numbers too low or beyond twenty one.

"Aw shucks."

"Again?"

"He has to be cheating."

The worker drones voice their complaints. SD-N beams with confidence, "Heh, sorry guys, looks like I win again." what can he say? He's practiced every-time he wasn't out hunting in ever manner of cards. He just prefers rummy, but you never know when you need to know blackjack! In the event some psychopath kidnaps you and hooks you up to an electric shock machine that can also remove your fingers should you get a bad deck. Death is a big incentive to learn many things!

While N enjoys the many games of cards, Uzi is still getting used to proper gun usage.

"Why the hell does an energy weapon have bullet drop?!" exclaims Uzi, in frustration, she designed it to be a mix, but it appears for some reason the universe is screwing with her.

UMP-45 shrugs, "It's your design isn't it?"

"Bite me! I know what I made! Probably some cosmic bullshit messing with the functions." retorts Uzi, giving a firm strike with a fist to the side of the railgun, "It's suppose to be a photon convergence device, not a magnetically amplified projectile launcher!"

UMP-45 glances over to her partner, SL8, who had finished her assigned logistical mission in time to give Uzi some tips on how to use a firearm that is oddly similar to her signature weapon.

"She's all yours SL8." UMP-45 remarks, slinging her submachine gun around her shoulder, "I'm resigning for today.

SL8 grinned at the prospect, "Well don't mind if I do." bringing down her rifle, an H&K SL8, "Shelf your little toy, look at how I use a rifle." holding it up taking aim downrange, "Your stance is all wrong. Not quite the fault of UMP-45, but your gun ain't a submachine gun. That's a little more of my expertise."

Uzi processes the information intently. While she was reluctant at first, at least her accuracy with this has been vastly improved. Anime isn't that realistic on gun usage and maintenance. That was self-taught from manuals she found all over. Why the company kept manuals on experimental energy based weapons is beyond her knowledge.

But Uzi has to admit, this SL8 has class. But these androids being named after their guns is somewhat, well, she can't judge them for that. After all, she is named Uzi. But is armed with a rifle.

SL8 kind of pointed that out, "You know, your name is Uzi, but you use a rifle..." after setting down her rifle she flicks out a rubix cube, mixing it and solving it within seconds, "What's up with that?"

Uzi shrugs, "I just thought I'd be shooting murder drones from a distance..." remembering how she used it in so close of a proximity, she kind of negated the use of a precision rifle, "...but now I feel like I should have really thought about the design more since all I'm ever going to use it is in close quarters."

SL8 nods, "Sometimes a mission doesn't go as smoothly as hoped, but that's why the commander has us trained for a variety of situations."

Uzi looks over at Alf, whose leaning at the doorway, waiting for those present to finish with whatever the heck they're doing on break.

Before Uzi can ask a question, SD-OC lets out a shout from the theater, "BY THE COMPANY!"

Alf rolls his eyes , "What?"

"I FOUND THE FOURTH DISC!" yells SD-OC, "Come on let's not wait any longer!"

"Alright everyone!" Alf's voice grabs everyone's attention, "You ready for the next viewing? Because we don't need to watch until you feel ready. Pretty sure all this future watching is heavy."

SL8 gives a look at Uzi, "You want to call it quits for now? We can practice a little on tactics next time. What do you say?"

Uzi smirks, "Hell yeah." at the very least, she's confident she can hit a target now. Unmoving that is. Kind of hard to hit something moving quicker than the eye can see. Despite being a robot, worker drones are not programmed with such advanced targeting arrays, neither are disassembly drones... or perhaps the disassembly drones prefer melee over ranged weapons.

...

After a bit of rest, everyone had finally gotten back to their seats. SD-OC had a plush shove the next disc in.

The scene flashes by, showing the preparations for Prom, 3071 in the gymnasium or auditorium.

Teacher blinks, "Huh, time flies." it's been a while since their last prom.

'Isn't prom like, a week away or something?' Thad rubs his chin in thought.

Uzi on the other hand, could care less about the event, she'll just, not show up, like every other social event. Anyone who thinks otherwise can bite her.

Then it swaps ominously to some missing posters in the hallway at school. Suddenly a female student, Kelsey Day, is seen running from something in the darkened halls, slamming into a locker in her panic to get away from whatever is pursuing her, nothing the audience can notice outright.

Kelsey in the audience winced at seeing her future self running for her apparent life, "I-I thought the murder drones were okay with us now?!" she squeaked.

Uzi narrows her gaze, 'That is unsettling, but something's off. I don't think it's the murder drones at work here... maybe the solver? It did turn into a black hole, thing, and got away.'

Doll couldn't help but feel a sense of dread, not quite for the worker on screen, more so for herself... this feels, familiar.

Lizzy gives Doll a worried look. Because they we're discussing, removal of prom candidates for reasons. And knowing Doll, it's likely she already had this plan in the works for a while.

Suddenly her glasses get broken, blurring her vision. Without her glasses, she can barely see another worker in the distance. She puts her broken glasses back on and notices a nearby surveillance camera turning by itself.

The girl looks forward. Someone is in front of her. It's Doll.

In that moment, Doll was up and the first to be yeeted into the wall was SD-OC. Alf had dived behind a chair while MS-15780 decided to not attract the attention of the psychic in the room, having had experience in dealing with such a person and it's not a good memory.

What Doll didn't anticipate, was that SD-J would take advantage of the inability of the hosts to stop her ('Finally!') and she charged Doll at the first opportunity. SD-V would follow, a bit reluctant but she knows a threat when she sees one. SD-N was a little, hesitant, but even he felt like he had to perhaps, do something. Now J might hate him, still, V is a mixed bag, but Doll is a clear and present danger.

On the bright side, Alf's backup snapped her fingers and every violent person in the room was bound by an unseen force and lifted into the air. Doll's concentration was broken from this sudden action, and for a moment she was uncertain what was happening. Uzi had her railgun out but to be fair, she didn't quite want to kill Doll, who might know stuff related to the solver, and by extent, her mother. Uzi takes back what she said last time, Doll is probably not as trustworthy as she initially thought.

"Wow and I thought this universe was going to be boring~!" the new arrival giggles like a child, her 4ft 5in stature doing little to change that perception, "Simply, amazing! I think I'll stick around, in case anyone else in this audience has some magical vodoo."

Heads turn to the new host.

"Hai hai everyone! It's your resident prankster goddess!" declares Chibisan, the child-like omnipotent being in a grey attire, "Now bow before me mortals! And I might not replace your eyes with your toes!"

A worker drone with green eyes and glasses raises a hand, "How would you replace-"

Chibisan snaps her fingers, "Blam!" grinning wickedly as if a toddler given a new toy.

The worker drone suddenly has feet for eyes, and eyes for a mouth, it looks like a horrible animation error as they let out a muffled scream. The other worker drones backing away from their malformed classmate.

Alf is glaring at her, "Chibisan..." he warns.

"Alright fine! Geeze, what a bunch of party poopers." Chibisan sighs and snaps her fingers, the worker drone is back to normal and takes a deep breath.

That worker drone with glasses takes a look at a none-existent camera, "Now that's an awfully convenient way to showcase someone's power level." says the guy who dies because of an awfully convenient reason to be outside.

"Как говорят в России (As we say in Russia). Упс, я действительно должен был предсказать, что божество эльдрича появится из ниоткуда и помешает мне убить половину людей в театре (Oops, I really should have predicted an eldritch deity would appear out of nowhere and prevent me from killing half the people in the theatre)." Doll comments to no one in particular, despite being restrained telekinetically by Chibisan.

Chibisan snaps her fingers again and gravity is disabled resulting in everyone slowly lifting from their seats, "Whoops! Wrong aspect of reality to modify. Hold please!" she snaps again, and everyone falls back into their seats, some onto the floor.

"What the hell's your problem?!" Uzi glares up at the omnipotent being.

While Thad rubs the back of his head, "Couldn't you have set us down more easy?"

"Now where's the fun in that?" says Chibisan with a giggle at the end, "I'm the most renown prankster in the multiverse! Err, my multiverse that is. My own little universe! While I did not make my multiverse, I am the daughter of those who had! So that means I own at least twenty percent!" she places a hand on her chest, looking rather smug, "I have a reputation to upload!" she's a lot less intimidating as her voice sounds as if it hadn't even hit puberty yet.

Chibisan smiles, "Heh, I can't believe I thought this world would be boring. It's totally my kind of place." she snaps and a thin glass of lemon juice falls right into her free hand, with an umbrella slowly floating down right into the