Primary Directive (Across the Years Part Four)

Somewhere, I Made a Mistake

"Well, you seem fine, ma'am," Lincoln nodded as he finished his cranial nerve exam on the young woman.

"I told you I felt that way," the woman giggled a bit. "But if you needed to know, I guess it was worth it. Can I leave now?"

"I...I suppose so," Lincoln nodded. "You can check yourself out at the reception desk. But I should probably catch you up before you leave..."

Vicky inhaled, annoyed at the continued delay.

Part of her just wanted to wrap her hands around the doctor's neck and squeeze-

Hush. We need to be subtle, for now.

Vicky quickly fell back to a basic smile, nodding along as Lincoln explained how Silver Parasol had imploded, though she could probably expect a large payment from them, since her injury happened on company property with company equipment, while she was on company time.

Inside, a part of her screamed and shouted, sobbing, desperate, but powerless to do anything anymore.

"So that should catch you up," Lincoln nodded. He turned to the one remaining nurse in the room. "Was there anything else?"

"We did receive a call from Fazbear Entertainment while you were unconscious," the nurse offered. "Apparently the CEO wants to talk with you. I don't really know what about..."

Vicky froze, not hearing the rest of her words as she stood from her bed.

Then she smiled. That was perfect.

"Did they?" the patient asked. "Well, if I can get into my old clothes, I'd love to take them up on that."

* * *

There didn't appear to be any virus. At least, not from what Wendy could tell.

The artist narrowed her eyes as she quickly checked through the source code of the files again, looking for anything that could be considered out of the ordinary. But from what she could tell, nothing was out of place. Nothing was different from how it should be.

Are all the rumors just bunk? But then, what about what Travis said? What about what Vicky said in her tape?

Maybe...could Travis have lied to me about what she said, to get me to take a-

Wendy froze as she heard a knocking at her door.

Blinking, the artist glanced up and placed her laptop down before walking to the front door of her apartment. She peeked out the peephole, seeing a blonde woman on the other side that seemed vaguely familiar, though Wendy couldn't see enough detail to recognize her.

Thinking for a moment, Wendy undid the chain and opened the door. "Hello?" she asked, opening the door. "What do you-"

Suddenly, the woman lurched forward, grabbing Wendy by the neck and kicking the door shut as she held up what looked like a kitchen knife threateningly.

"Where is it?" she hissed out, face coming close to Wendy's.

Wendy tried to scream, but the woman pushed her chin up pressed her against the fridge. With her other hand, the woman placed the tip of the knife by Wendy's gut, pressing just hard enough that the artist felt it through her shirt.

Wendy froze, eyes wide as she stared at the blonde woman.

"Where is it?" she asked again. "Where is he?"

Wendy whimpered. "Please, I don't know what you're talking about! Just...just let me go, I-"

"The one who commands," the blonde woman continued, a smile growing on her face. "The one I follow. I know he is here. You activated him. So tell me-" she lifted the knife, turning it around and placing the hilt under Wendy's chin, using it to hold the other woman's head up. "Where is he?"