SaShi Officially

⋆｡˚⋆˚✧-=Chapter Five=-✧˚⋆｡˚⋆

⋆｡˚⋆˚✧-Cafe-✧˚⋆｡˚⋆

"Here you go." A cafe employee slides their order onto the table, making them part awkwardly.

Ashton quickly wipes her tears away, sniffling and blinking wetness away. Jack nods softly and smiles at the young man. "Thank you, sir." The employee clearly gets surprised by the formality and walks away in slight confusion. Jack sits back and sighs, grabbing his coffee. "Apologies, Ashton. I didn't intend to make you cry."

Ashton shakes her head. "No worries. I just don't hear praise much. Not since before I moved in with my unlce here." She looks at her coffee and her eyebrows furrow. "Don't get me wrong, my uncle does tell me good job and he's proud of me here and there about certain things. But ever since I moved, I haven't really heard much sincere praise or anything...not lewd..." she almost shudders at the thought as her voice wavers.

Jack looks into her eyes, concern deep in his face. "Ashton, darling...I will not pry, but is there something you'd like to talk about that is more than just 'an incident in school'?"

Ashton startles and shoves her food in her mouth in panic. "N-no! No. I'm alright." She muffles out through the pastry. "I should get home. I have some work to do on new projects." She scrambles onto her feet, grabbing her things clumsily.

"Ashton, wait-"

"Thank you for this lovely afternoon, Jack." She quickly scribbles down a phone number on a piece of paper. "This is my number; let me know if you wanna hang out again." She pushes it to him and hurries out. "Bye, thank you!!"

"Ashton, hold on-!" Jack sighs and stands, swiftly putting his book away and slipping the number into his pocket.

He grabs his food and drink and walks over to the register. He leans over the counter and whispers to the cashier. His hot breath and silky voice makes her tense up and shudder, trying not to get distracted from what he's saying. His whispering is gentle enough that no one else can pick up on any words- just barely catching his voice in general. Jack backs away and bows with a thank you, receiving a shy nod. He turns on his heels and leaves the building.

She never likes to talk about her real self, huh? Jack walks in frustration and concern, lost in intense thought. Why can't she just be honest? It's not like she would get in trouble. He grips the strap of his bag tight, clenching his teeth. He looks around as he reaches the tree line of the edge of town. He slips between the trees swiftly. I cannot believe I ran into her today. I thought she would never come back to us.

Jack stops at what looks like two giant trees arching unnaturally towards each other. It looks like the roots of the other foliage are twisting up and around the trunks and reinforcing them. There are cutes and carvings and holes scattered all over them. The leaves overhead are dark and ominous, torn and ruined. There's barely noticeable stains all over the trees- browns and blacks.

Jack reaches into his bag and pulls out a folded sheet of paper. He opens and looks it over, almost hesitating. The page has a dark midnight substance on it, brushed into the letters EJ with a finger. There are gentle scratches in the material from something sharp and thin- pinpoint. He takes a breath and holds it up in front of one of the trees. He places it against the trunk and closes his eyes. After a moment of eerie silence, a midnight-blue glow radiates from the paper.

It engulfs Jack, making his form shine and flicker in the beautiful color. As the light dims and fades, what was dark brown skin is now grey and hide-like. Jack stretches with a big groan, like a cat, a hefty tail of hide swooshing behind him in the air- its tip of fluffy hair brushing the ground. Small reptilian wings stretch open on the sides of his head, just above his long, pointed ears. As he eases out of his stretch, his tail lands on the ground with a heavy thud and slightly shaking the ground under him.

He yawns, his jagged-shaped mouth glowing red. Two long, blue- almost black- tongue roll out of his mouth as he yawns. He slouches a little and sighs, looking tired. One of his ears twitch idly. He pulls the paper off the tree and folds it back up, putting it back in the bag. He swaps out the paper for a mask, putting it on- midnight blue and the bottom half being shaped like two sharp fangs on the sides of his face and connecting just on his nose, leaving his lower face visible. Despite having changed, his clothes are the same and so is his hair, the only things not having been altered.

He adjusts his clothes and bag. I guess I should tell the others. He steps through the archway of the trees. The forest shifts from a calm, beautiful forest, to a dark and gloomy maze of trees. There's barely any light and all the colors turn grim. Maybe I should put in a formal report. Have her tailed..? No, that would immediately be suspicious if she noticed. Jack walks for what seems like years until he can feel a change in the atmosphere.

"I'm home." He calls out to seemingly no one, nothing. He waits for a while, then smiles as his ears twitch to the souls of thunderous running approaching. He suddenly gets tackled by a dog- a dog almost bigger than him. He chuckles and vigorously pets the dog. "Hi boy. Hope you didn't miss me too much."

The husky licks his face excitedly, thick tail wagging fast. "I always miss you a lot when you leave!" The canine says between licks. "Did you bring me any food?"

Jack gently moves the dog and sits up. He holds out his hand and the same glow from his transformation shines in his palm and bag. As it fades, the breakfast sandwich he ordered at the cafe is in his hand. "Of course I did, Smile. I would never forget to buy you a treat."

Smile grins and pants happily. "This is why you're my favorite owner." Jack tosses the sandwich in the air, Smile catching it gently between his teeth. He lays down and eats it caredully- savoring it.

"Hey, hey," a more gravely, disappointed voice calls out, "that's so not fair. You've always been my dog." Jack looks up ahead and grins. The other man reaches out to Jack, offering a hand up. "Welcome back, Jack."

He hefts Jack up to his feet, tugging him into a deep kiss. "Hey, Darling. Thanks for the warm welcome home." They both snicker and keep aggressively kissing.

Smile whimpers and snarls. "Do that somewhere else. I'm trying to enjoy my sandwich."

"Hey, you're lucky you have that." Jack's boyfriend scolds. "He's always spoiling you. Plus, I like those too."

Jack chuckles and grabs his hands. "Come on, Jeff. Let's leave him be." He pulls Jeff with him. "I have something important to report back to the others." Jeff follows and tilts his head curiously.

"Did something happen? Are you hurt? Did someone find out who you are?"

"No. I ran into someone." Jack looks Jeff in the eyes, serious and a little worried. "An important woman a certain someone knows really well." Jeff furrows his brows.

After some silent walking, they make it to a modest manor- not overly huge, but not tiny either. They make their way to front door and open it, revealing a house bigger than the outside suggests.

"I'm back!" Jack calls out, gathering a few people into the kitchen from around the first floor. He gets greeted by hellos and smiles. "Where is Operator? I have something to report."

As he looks around, a tall, fit-figured woman answers his question first. "He is in his office, reading over mission reports. What happened?" Her deep, sapphire eyes meet Jack's voids.

Jack lets go of Jeff's hand and walks through the house, making his way to the office. He knocks gently, but firmly. "Sir? May I enter?"

"Yes, of course, Jack." A moderate, straight voice confirms, crackling with static. Jack opens the door and steps inside. "What is it?" A tall man looks up at him from a stack of papers on a desk- being met with featureless, white face.

There are two adult men sitting in chairs in the room as well, one in a white mask and one in a black mask. They look over at Jack in dead pan silence. The woman joins Jack in the room as well, closing the door behind them.

Jack takes his mask off and gives the tall man a very serious look. "I just ran into Ashton Wilde, Sir. She's living in Hurricane."

The three men sit up straight. The one on the left in the white female mask pulls his off slowly. "What?" A heavy southern drawl rolling off his tongue. "Whad'ya mean she lives in Hurricane?"

"More importantly," the man in the black frowning ski mask cuts in- pulling it off as well- "ya ran inta her?" He has an almost matching accent to his counterpart.

Operator gestures for the two to hold back their comments and questions. "Are you certain? You know I trust you dearly, Jack; however, we must be certain. If Toby hears about this, he will likely try to find her."

Jack nods. "I am aware. That is why I came to you first about it." He looks down at his hands. "I may not have known her well when they first met, but I know how important she was to him." He clutches his fists. "He cried everyday for months. He was inconsolable, Sir. I would not report this if I was not certain."

Operator sighs and nods. "Alright. Well, what would you like to do? Follow her?"

Jack shakes his head. "No. She doesn't seem to be ditzy. She is observant." They all think for a silent moment.

The woman speaks up. "I can keep an eye on her." The men look at her curiously. "We've never met. I wasn't here when the whole thing occured- I was still in Japan." She thinks. "The town isn't impossibly huge, so it wouldn't be suspicious if I kept ending up in the same places as her- just a random woman."

Operator nods again. "Yes...possibly. hm..." he looks at the others. "Alright, Scarlett, you keep an eye on her. Don't be too intense. Make it seem like you really are 'coincidentally' in the same locations." He thinks a little more. "Tim, Brian," the older men nod, "keep Toby off her trail. We need to gather as much information about Ashton as possible before ever letting Toby know. If she has no interest in seeing him again, I'd like to avoid any breakdowns and putting her in danger."

"Right." Tim says firmly. "I'll keep him busy." He sighs. "Can't believe we're gettin involved with her again..."

Brian shakes his head. "That lil missy left Toby heartbroken."

Operator stands. "Alright, get to it. Keep it quiet. For Toby's sake." They all nod and head for the door. "Hey," he calls firmly, "do not tell anyone about this. Understood?"

"Understood, Sir." They say in sync before leaving.

Operator lets out a long sigh, sitting back down and shaking his head. This will be rough...but they're strong and smart. I only hope this ends well.

Fair warning- I have never watched Marble Hornets, so I am basing Tim and Brian off SMAUs and fandom portrayal. Mostly @cryingintheclubdhmu :)

⋆｡˚⋆˚✧-=Chapter Four=-✧˚⋆｡˚⋆

⋆｡˚⋆˚✧-=The Town=-✧˚⋆｡˚⋆

Ashton shivers, hugging her own arms around herself.

"Cold?" Jack asks with a chuckle. "In need of something warm?" Ashton nods. Jack thinks and looks around, spotting a cafe. "Why don't we grab something hot from that cafe? We can sit and talk more."

"Alright. Sounds really nice." Ashton follows Jack, rubbing her arms. Once they get inside and to the front counter, Jack smiles warmly. "Afternoon, dear." He gives a little nod.

The young woman at the counter blushes lightly, caught off guard by the formal greeting. "Hello, sir. Wh-what can we get you?"

"I'd like a simple black coffee and a black pepper breakfast sandwich with bacon and sausage." The lady nods and takes his order down in the system. Jack looks at Ashton. "What about you, Ashton dear?"

Ashton blushes again and thinks. "A peppermint mocha frappe with caramel...uh, with a cinnamon roll, please." She reaches into her pocket for her wallet, but Jack swiftly whips a credit card out and hands it to the cashier. "Wha- Jack, no. I can pay for myself."

Jack shakes his head. "Let me. I offered this idea, so I will pay. Besides, you're still young, I'd like to save your money until you make it to the big leagues, darling." He chuckles softly.

D-darling?? Heat floods Ashton's cheeks more. "I- uh-...o-ok..." she looks down at her hands as they fiddle with the hem of her coat shyly. He's so polite...and he keeps using those pet names like they're just names.

Jack takes the receipt and sits at a close-by table, sliding onto the stool smoothly. He puts a leg over the other and slides a book out of a satchel hanging on his side. He runs a finger along the top of the pages, slotting it inside the book and opening it. There isn't even a bookmark. Ashton watches curiously, sitting across from him. She skims the paragraphs, picking up on scientific and medical terms. Studying medicine still? She reads a bit more, picking up some surgical terms and an anatomy diagram.

So, he's studying anatomy. A doctor? She watches his face as he reads- eyes gracefully sweeping the words. His brow knits together at times, processing information. A glimmer in his eye makes her smile a little. He seems to be enjoying this. How can someone enjoy studying that much? Enough to do it in public. Ashton pulls out her phone and opens her notes app. She thinks for long moments, bouncing her foot on her stool and humming in thought.

Jack's focus is broken by Ashton's restlessness. He doesn't lift himself to look at her- flicking his eyes up at her and cocking an eyebrow. She seems focused as well. Is she studying..? She didn't mention college. After a few more minutes of fidgeting and typing, Jack sits up.

"Ashton, darling, are you alright?"

Ashton flinches and looks at him. "Y-yeah! Sorry, am I bothering you?" She stops bouncing her foot. "I was thinking. Trying to write a new song."

Jack tilts his head, "song? You write music?"

"Songs, but yes. I've been doing it since middle school. It's a coping mechanism..." she reads over what she has written. "I've already recorded a couple songs between the years. They get numbers, but that's not what I care about. I post them for people who have gone through what I have."

Jack sighs, resting his chin on the back of his hand. He looks Ashton in the eyes half-lidded. "You are a marvelous example of healthy coping mechanisms." He tilts his head enough to go from resting it on his chin to his cheek, wide and warm grin. "I am very proud of you."

Ashton's eyes widen. She gasps and stares at him in shock. "P-proud..?" Her voice wavers, body shaking. "O-of...of m-me..?" She bites her lips shut tight and whimpers. Tears swell in her eyes.

Jack chuckles and cups her cheek with a hand gently. "Oh, Ashton..." he caresses her cheek with his thumb, wiping the tears just above it. "It's been difficult, hasn't it?" She nods. "And yet, here you are; so brave and strong." He swiftly glides his hand from her cheek to under her chin. Their eyes meet, Ashton's vision blurred by tears. "You're doing wonderfully, darling."

Ashton tries hard not to cry in public. She takes a few big breaths. She grins, blinking her tears away. "Thank you, Jack. That means so much." She places a hand on his wrist, feeling his heartbeat through her fingertips.

˚⋆｡˚⋆✧-=Chapter Three=-✧˚⋆｡˚⋆

˚⋆｡˚⋆✧-=The Town=-✧˚⋆｡˚⋆

A flurry gently pushes Ashton's bangs around.

The long, silky tail of the shirt under her winter coat sways and flips- the lace brushing the snow blanketing the ground. She adjusts the fur collar of the coat, trying to pull it up more with a small shiver and a soft, shaky breath. It sure gets cold here for the desert. She looks around the area, trying to find something interesting to explore. Along the long stretch of road is a few other establishments- some closed.

What seems to be a buffet catches her eye. She thinks for a moment. An aggressive stomach growl makes her look at herself in surprise. Well, I guess its lunch time. She shrugs and heads across the road, a few building diagonal from the pizzeria. She looks over the front of the building. The walls are a gentle blue, soft and pastel. There are wall-covering windows like the pizzeria with two big glass doors.

Multi-Culture Buffet is sprawled along a sakura-pink awning. Multi-shaded vines wrap around the sides of the buffet and the front corners, slightly touching the windows- short vines hang off the awning as well. Ashton pushes open a door and steps inside, looking around. The inside is a gentle off-white reddish pink. There's a separating strip of black-painted herringbone pattern along the middle of the walls, touching the top of the tables.

Booths run along the permiter of the room, the middle of the room full of long tables and chairs- all being dark brown wood with mid-red cushions. There are paintings, pictures, and relics of varying cultures decorating the walls and cieling.

A young woman greets Ashton cheerily, "good afternoon, miss! Are you eating alone?"

Ashton nods and smiles, pulling out her wallet from her back pocket. She thanks the lady for her receipt and heads towards the food. Ashton takes her time trying new foods and gathering new dinner plans. After cleaning her spot and using the bathroom, she thanks the staff with a small bow and leaves. As she steps outside, a heavy gust nearly topples her over, making her gasp and brace herself on the door frame.

She regains her balance and looks up the long road, back to the main town. Fazbear's Pizzeria sits on a stretch of road with a few other food establishments and niche shops on the outside of Hurricane. It branches off a mostly dead group of road, making it surprising any of the businesses here are still open. Maybe I should go back to town and ask some locals about anywhere fun for newcomers. She thinks. Just as she's about to start walking, she's startled by someone grabbing her attention.

"Are you alright?" A very tall- 6'5"- bronze-skinned man looks down at her. She looks up into glittering midnight eyes with a nervously confused hum. "You seem distracted. A little confused." His voice, velvety and measured, is slightly muffled through a tightly tied scarf around his face from his straight nose down.

Ashton's eyes widen a bit, heat rising to her cheeks slowly. "O-oh! Oh, um...no, I'm alright." She pulls the chunky collar of her sweater under her coat up to her face a bit. "I'm just trying to figure out what to do to learn about this town more. I moved here a few years ago, and I realized I've never really gotten to know this place well."

The man nods, listening intently. Ashton's glance is caught by thick, chocolate, luscious dreadlocks swinging as he nods- slicked back and falling to his shoulders. "I see." Ashton looks at him again. "Well, if you'd like, I can help." Despite the Egyptian-blue scarf, Ashton can see in his eyes that he smiles. "I don't live here, but I visit often. I know some fun and breathtaking locations."

"Really? But I'm just some stranger..."

"That may be true," he chuckles, "however, I am a grown man. I can handle a stranger, were they to attempt harm upon my life."

Ashton thinks and nods. "Alright then. I'd appreciate it."

The man nods and bows like a waiter, an arm in front of his chest and the other behind himself. "Well, let's get going before we lose sunlight." He stands straight and offers his arm. "My name is Jack, by the way. I'm staying in town for a few weeks for work."

Ashton wraps an arm around his, blushing and smiling shyly. "Oh, heh...Ashton. I live in the middle of town."

"Ashton, hm..?" Jack repeats her name softly, staring at her in thought. He smiles again. "What a pretty name. Well, as we explore, you can tell me about yourself. I can be your first local connection."

She nods. "Alright. I'd like that." They begin walking up the road back to town. "I don't keep in touch with anyone from school, so I wouldn't complain if you want to be my friend."

"Ah yes, the fleeting relationships built in high school. They truly never last." Jack sighs. "I remember the days of school. Really is a shame." His expression goes a little dark. "Not everyone is honest and true."

Ashton looks up at him sadly. "Yeah. Not everyone is good."

They continue into town, talking about school. Ashton explains that she had moved to Hurricane with her uncle after an incident in eighth grade. She talks about the struggle moving everything from New England to the opposite side of the country, making new friends, having parties, etc. It was all a typical high school experience.

Jack listens well, nodding and responding like a boyfriend listening to gossip about his girlfriend's friend group. He adds his own experience with college- having gone to medical school. He explains having to drop it early due to an incident of his own. He talks about his friends and a failed pursuit of a relationship with a girl.

Seems I'm not the only one who had a bad school life...

˚⋆｡✧-=Chapter Two=-✧˚⋆｡

˚⋆｡✧-The Pizzeria-✧˚⋆｡

Mike leads Ashton into the office.

The room is dingy and slate-grey. It smells of mildew and mold, splatters of black and grunge all over the walls. Mike leans against a rusty, metal desk covered in old monitors and an old computer. Ashton sits in a tattered office chair, looking around nervously. Mike takes a breath and tilts his head at her.

"So," he starts after clearing his throat, "I dont usually hire new people. They don't really last long here- say its haunted and scary." He rolls his eyes. "I've gotten tired of all the ghost stories and rumors. Sick of these children thinking they know better than I do about my own business." He shrugs, "tell me, why exactly I should hire you onto the Fazbear Family?"

Ashton looks aside awkwardly and thinks. "Well, I'll be honest...I don't know anything about robots or handling children." She smiles up at him a little, "but I want to learn as much as I can while I' young. I want to meet a lot of people and make friends. And if I'm good with the kids here, then maybe I can make a good mom in the future."

The innocent honesty takes Mike back a little. He can feel his face heat up slightly. He looks down, thinking, red-blonde hair covering his eyes. He huffs and looks at her. "Give me a day or two. I need to consider a few things before giving my decision." Ashton nods. "For now, I suggest you get acquainted with the town and it's people. Might help if you get this job."

Ashton nods more, "alright." She stands up and holds a hand out. "Thank you for your time. I'll wait for your decision patiently."

Mike nods firmly and shakes her hand, "right. Of course." He leads her back out of the office to the showroom. "Be careful out there. This place isn't riddled with crime, but we all know its everywhere."

Ashton smiles at him, "yeah. Thank you, Mike. I'll be sure to explore and meet new people." She waves and happily strides out the front doors, the little bell chiming.

Mike sighs and crosses his arms, watching her leave. That poor girl. She has no idea what she's getting into. He shakes his head and turns, heading towards the kitchen. As he steps through the archway, he pauses and tenses up. He snarls and grips his own arms tight, anger boiling.

"So, you're actually considering her?" The older man from earlier asks, voice low. "Thought you learned from your past mistakes hiring people."

"Tch, shut up. I'm the owner of this business now. I choose who gets hired and what gets changed." Mike lifts his chin, glaring at him grimly. "Just be glad I haven't rid this shithole of you're disgusting existence, Vincent." He hisses sharply.

Vincent scoffs, "oh please, Mike." He takes a deep, cocky breath with a smirk. "You don't even know how. In fact," he shrugs and leans back in the chair, putting an arm over the back of it and sitting open-legged, "no one here knows how." He taps a few fingers on the old table. "You will never get rid of me, Micheal. You know what they say, parents should always be there for their children."

Mike snarls hard, almost growling. "Don't call me that," he barks out firmly. "And don't ever call yourself my parent again. You are no father of mine."

Vincent puts a hand to his heart in mock pain. "Agh...my heart." He turns his head and pouts. "My aching, cold, dead heart." He snickers and grins devilishly at Mike. He leans forward and points at him firmly, nearly digging his black-purple painted nails into the table. "You are my son. Don't act all self righteous- like some angel God sent down from the heavens."

He shoves the chair away with his legs as he stands with a grunt. He mutters as he shoves by Mike, "the sins of the father, Mike. Remember that." He leaves the kitchen and makes his way to the arcade.

Mike stumbles a little as he's shoved. He clenches his teeth tight with another enraged snarl. He tries to keep himself calm, but ends up punching the wall, above the table. That bastard! Why do I have to be stuck with him?

˚⋆｡✧-=Chapter One=-✧˚⋆｡

˚⋆｡✧-The Pizzeria-✧˚⋆｡

Winter wind gusts into an old building as its front glass doors swing with a soft chime.

Children are running around excitedly, squealing with glee. There are multiple adults slumping in small chairs in exhaustion. Teenaged kids are gathered in the arcade together, either playing games or committing rather aggressive PDA. The extremely dated music of the Fazbear Band overwhelmingly blares through the small building. The stage is set with Toy Bonnie and Toy Freddy having a scripted conversation, full of old dad jokes and questionable topics. Toy Chica is swiftly rolling between the tables with plates and drinks in hand. She gives the customers their hastily-made, five-dollar pizzas and cheap, off-brand sodas.

A 5’4” girl walks through the open doors and looks around curiously. Her big, faded-blue eyes look around in awe. They sparkle and glimmer as she notices all the retro tech. Suddenly, her balance is thrown off as a heavy shoulder bumps into hers. She stumbles and falls back with a gasp. She reflexively closes her eyes, but she doesn’t hit the ground. She anticipates the impact for a few seconds, but opens one eye as she realizes she isn’t going to feel it. She looks at her arm as she notices it’s being held by a big, tan hand. She slowly drags her eyes up nervously, then they widen as they lock with cold, stormy-grey eyes.

"Watch where you’re going.” Their deep, unhappy voice drips with tired annoyance.

"R-right. I’m so sorry.” She clears her throat. “I’m new here…I was just amazed…”

The tall man lets go of her. “What? Amazed? Are you that young?” He sighs, crossing his arms. “I get its old, but it isn’t all that old.” He waves his hand dismissively, a British accent rolling off his tongue.

"N-no, no!” She panics a bit. “Not what I meant, I promise. Just…I’ve never seen a place like this.” She looks around. “I’m not from around this area in the States. I’m actually from the New England.”

The man cringes a little at her, wrinkling a thick scar running across the bridge of his nose. He scratches his chin, pointing out a small, blonde beard that stretches his jawline and connects to thick, blonde sideburns. “I see. Well, welcome to Utah.” He scoffs and gives an eerie smirk. “Hope you can handle it.” With that, he walks away to sit at a table of kids. The kids grin and pile around him. He snarls, but puts on a smile for them.

The woman turns and looks around again, trying to find someone to talk to. She finds her way to the kitchen, Toy Chica skating around the small room and moving food and drinks around. A table is against the side wall, a few chairs around it. A middle-aged man is sitting at the table, sipping from a short glass. The man glances up at her from his glass, amber glinting in the shoddy lighting.

"Customers shouldn't be in the kitchen." He states in contempt, gravely and dark. He looks back at his toasty-brown drink. "You look like you're looking for something."

"O-oh, yes. I was actually hoping to find whoever is charge. I wanted to...maybe work here..?"

The man sits up, tilting his head back and cockning his eyebrow. "Work here, huh?" He looks the young woman over. "Well, I am the manager. My name is Mike." He stands, towering over her at 6'2".

She tenses up a bit, but offers a hand. "Ashton. I moved here a few years ago, and I thought it was time to look for some income."

Mike nods and shakes her hand with a firm grip. "I see. Well, Ashton, I'm glad you chose to stop in." He shrugs and gestures to the room. "We've been running for decades, but we definitely need some new generations in here. It's been very hard to keep up with children's interests every era."

He sighs. "And we've had to reprogram the scripts in the robots so many times because parents say our jokes are 'inappropriate nowadays'- whatever the Hell they mean by that." A very subtle British accent slips off his tongue.

Ashton can't help but giggle a little. "Yeah, I see it. Rules have been more aggressive when it comes to 'protecting the children'." She smiles.

Mike nods again. He looks over her face as she smiles. "You sure are a vibrant girl. You could be what we need here." He thinks. "Maybe you could introduce some new energy. I know we need it." He starts walking out of the room, "come on. We can chat in the office." Ashton follows him curiously.

As they pass through the showroom, the older man watches them from a table of kids. His eyes narrow and his nose wrinkles a little.

->Contains explicit and dark topics/material<-

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