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She pulled the face-mask down with a tired sigh that faded into a ruby-red smirk, green eyes glittering at the shimmering light that seeped into the recharge station on the screen. Another successful infusion of Remnant, soon to be complete. Disposing of the remains would be a task for the S.T.A.F.F. to handle for her.
Satisfied with her handiwork, the woman pulled the latex gloves from her hands with a snap, tossing them into the bin by the console. Her fingers dipped into the pocket of her lab coat, emerging with a programming chip that she held up with a derisive glare. Printed onto the glossy black label was a lavender icon in the style of the Fazband insignias, bearing rabbit ears on the head to signify the identity of the software.
She wasn't sure what was causing the programming bug that meant Glamrock Bonnie and Glamrock Freddy failed to comply with her orders fully, but the situation of the previous night was unacceptable.
Roxanne had pinged a child with high intellectual potential whose Remnant could feed into her father-in-law's own and bring him that much closer to full restoration. The child was captured and ready to be delivered to processing, but then it escaped. More than that, the child allied with Glamrock Bonnie and the two proceeded to search for an exit together.
Luckily, they didn't get very far. Monty brought both to heel very nicely and did her the favor of taking the rabbit animatronic out of the picture. Shame the shell was ruined; she couldn't afford to get replacements manufactured now but then it was better this way. Monty could take Bonnie's place in the band and keep a close eye on Freddy to make sure he didn't get any ideas of rebelling as well, and she could take her time parsing through Bonnie's software to see what was causing them to resist her commands.
It wasn't enough that both bear and rabbit couldn't see her in her suit; none of the animatronics or camera systems could. What irked her was them recognizing on some level that the system was hostile to self-awareness from outside itself. The Master File despised peons thinking for themselves.
She tucked the chip into a protective box, pressing it into non-static padding, then closed the lid over it until she heard the satisfying click of the lock. Security Level 10 Access Only.
With Bonnie out of the way and the child soon to be disposed of, all that remained was finishing her work on preparing the two vessels for the Afton souls in need of repair and new bodies. Carefully removing unneeded data from their minds to make way for more useful knowledge and information was going to take some time, but she had all the nights and days in the world to work on them. After all, neither of them had anyone else to report them 'missing' and the guest database had already purged the files of anyone else that had been selected for their Remnant.
A one off occurrence. Just a hiccup in the road to achieving her ultimate goals, nothing more.