Take Me to Church (A Red vs Blue x Child!Reader fanfic)

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(A/N): So soon!

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"Where did you go?"

"To the Mother of Invention," I answer.

"Why?"

"To get info."

"What if-no?"

"It's info, and it's supposed to lead me to my grandpa."

"Who is your grandpa?"

"I don't know yet, that's why I'm searching!"

"When did you do that?"

"Wha-. I left, like, a month ago! Where do you think I was all that time?"

"How did you get back?"

"Do you not see the fucking Pelican crashed in the backyard?!"

"Oh...where did you go?"

"OH. MY. GOD. SHUT UP!!!" I scream. I only just got back and I feel like leaving again. I take a breath and calm down, "Just-go sit down and be quiet." I tell her exasperatedly.

"Okay!" She says and makes the 'zipping' motion in front of her mouth, before sitting on the bed across from mine.

I sigh before, starting my journal entry, "Log number...42? Today is, um-"

"Saturday." I hear her, whisper loudly.

"Yeah, Sunday. Thanks," I thank her shortly before going back to my log. "So I just got back my home, or rather Emy's house."

"My name is Emerson Melody Yesfir―"

"I told you, that's too long for the log. What were your parents thinking when they gave you like three first names? Were they not satisfied with one first, middle, and last name?"

Emy shrugged, "I think it's pretty."

I continue the log, "Anyway, I made it back to EMY'S house and am about to upload the contents of the extractor drive on to a computer. Hopefully, the drive will have the information I need. This is (Y/n) Church, Logging off," I put away my audio Journal. "Emy, do you have a computer?"

"I don't think Gran is going to be too happy that we erased everything on her computer," Emy says. She brings me a laptop and I get to work.

"Collateral damage. We'll cross that road when it comes."

The Extractor beeps and the light turns blue, signaling that it was done installing. The computer restarts itself. The screen displays a black and blue background and the word "F.I.L.S.S" pops up.

"Hello," an AI says, "I am the Freelancer Integrated Logistics and Security System. You may call me FILSS."

"Hi, FILSS!" Emy waves at the computer.

"Emy, hush. FILSS, open files." I command.

"I'm sorry but you do not have access to the contents I have. This is a secure program and it contains sensitive information that is accessible to authorized personnel only."

I was at a moment's loss of what to do but I remembered my notes. "FILSS, is there a password that can override the authority-only access function?"

"No, I am programmed to only allow the Director."

"How about someone related to the Director?"

"Searching ...If you can provide data that proves you are related to the Director, I may be able to bypass the authority-only function," She offers.