Chapter 7/END- Hits close to home doesn't it?

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Lampert hated whenever they showed up,the eye drenching over his soul,silently like a waiting fox staring directly at a bunny,waiting slowly waiting for it to let it's gaurd down.

"Tell me why your here and let's get this over and done with" Lampert shrugged,he had busy things to do then waste his time.

"Your father is with me Lampert"Folly cut directly to the chase.

"w-ha,excuse me?" Lampert felt himself go tense,what did they mean by that?

"You know how to find me." Folly chuckled.

God damn it. another nightmare,he guessed now he had to somewhere he dreaded..Limbo.

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Mach huffed slowly going back and leaning into their chair.

"Give it to me straight,the reason you came to me was because of Folly?" Mach sighed

Mach got up from her chair kissing Pilby on the head before leaving with Lampert.

A long tiresome travel awaited them.

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Sirens blared as Prototype ran away,their computer companion in their arms.

The robot felt panic as they ran,and ran to where? who knows?

Then they fell to the abyss eyes widened as they knew where they were now.

Limbo.

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Folly,cuddled in his arms,finally happy having Wallter to themselves.

Finally not alone,and Wallter was just fine being with them too.

Who knows what else was awaiting?

That would be a story for another time.

(hello everyone,sorry for the very very late update and very short ending but i wanna say i'm gonna work on other book project story's for a while,taking a break off solely regretevator so i'm excited to see what y'all think of it,i can give some ideas that it's about a sentiant ai named a.p.p.l.e so please let me know if you're excited to see some stories of my oc's,i don't want to write just regretevator fanfics because i want some creative and freedom for some things and i'm kinda getting bored writing solely this lol,so thank you all for reading this and i'll see you all in the next book!)

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