>>3448147
>You should listen to Nemo and wait.

>>3448147
>You should listen to Nemo and wait.

>>3448147
>>You should listen to Nemo and wait.

Time to reflect over our recent life decisions, and regrets.

>>3448147
>You have a TON of questions to ask.

>>3448147
>You should listen to Nemo and wait.

>>3448147
>You have a TON of questions to ask.

>>3448147
>>You have a TON of questions to ask.
>>You should listen to Nemo and wait.
We have questions, but here and now are neither the time or the place for them.

Rolled 12, 14, 4, 1, 7, 1, 10, 2, 12, 14 = 77 (10d20)

>>3448147
>You have a TON of questions to ask.
>You should listen to Nemo and wait.
Ah conflict. Such wonderful dice screwery.

>>3448147
>>You should listen to Nemo and wait.

>>3448147
>You should listen to Nemo and wait.

>>3448147
You should listen to Nemo and wait

Crap, what's our alibi for being at the home instead of the apartment?

Can't exactly say we were being freaks in bed with Lucy.

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>>3448147
You reluctantly decide to listen to Nemo and not say anything. After all, you had no reason not to trust her, even if her presence here and getting you extracted seemed very odd.

Instead, you turn your attention to Springfield and HK. Springfield appeared to have entered into some form a sleep mode, her eyes closed and her body completely still and stiff. No doubt some measure to prevent any more damage to her already busted up frame.

"Her damage is significant, but not extreme enough to warrant any concern." HK assures you.

"Well, are you all right?" You ask. You didn't see her take any hits, but it didn't hurt to be careful.

"Affirmative." HK nods. "Any damage I've taken is superficial at best."

"Where'd you get the motorbike?" You ask, still a bit curious about that.

"Hank authorized my use of it after he learned of your predicament." HK explains. "Similarly, the Boss allowed me to requisition the Harkonnen. Artya provided a distraction to allow me to escape the surveillance net around the office and Nemo arranged for your extraction."

Damn, the whole office pitched in like that...?

>I really appreciate it.
>They shouldn't have risked their necks like that for me.
>Other

>>3448261
>I really appreciate it.

>>3448261
>I really appreciate it.

>>3448261
>>I really appreciate it.

>>3448261
>>I really appreciate it.
They're part of our family in their own way. And we look out for family.

>>3448261
>>I really appreciate it.

>>3448260
Maybe we should just be honest, and say that Lewis and Lucy are seeing each other, and omit the intimate night together.

>>3448261
Oh god they are naver going to let this down and all those favouurs im going to have owe.

>>3448261
>I really appreciate it.

>>3448278
Just pray that Springfield doesn't fill in ALL the omissions to Alice and Carol when asked.

Don't need Mom to be happy for Lewis to find someone who accepts him for who he is, but a bit upset that they did it in HER bed; or Carol becoming secretly jealous.

>inb4 They were both going at it like MACHINES!

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>>3448261
"Damn, I guess I owe them big when I get back." You grin. "And you too, Nemo."

Nemo merely nods silently, but you see the barest hits a smile tug at the corners of her mouth.

"Okay, we're here." She speaks up.

You instinctively glance out of the window, where you see what appears to be a large lake. At first, you wonder where the hell the helicopter was supposed to land until you see a small part of the water bubble and foam. Just a few seconds later, a massive, square structure lifts out of the surface of the lake, water running off its smooth edges. The top of the structure then begins to retract, revealing a shaft going down to the bottom, more accurately, something below the lake.

Given the scale of all this, and who was involved, your mind naturally reached a singular conclusion.

"Is your mom involved in this?" You ask Nemo.

"...yeah." Nemo nods.

Well, some blocks were falling into place, but not all of them.

"Once we land inside, we won't have access to external comms." Nemo warns as she hands you a phone. "This should be good for one secure call, if you want to talk to anybody."

>Call Mom
>Call the office.
>Call Lucina
>Other

>>3448316
>Call Mom

>>3448316
>Call Mom
Let her know that we're okay and that we're going into hiding till the heat blows over. Also apologize for blowing up the family home.

>>3448316
>>Call Mom

Might as well tell Mom that we blew up the house.

>>3448302
Good God, wouldn't the lewds between an invader hybrid and a genetically optimized human be completely mindblowing?

>>3448316
>>Call Mom

>>3448316
>Call the office.

>>3448316
>Call Lucina

Hopefully Nemo won't get an info overload from learning about the Hybrid status of Lewis. Then she'll realize that she was the only normal person in the childhood friend group.

>>3448316
>Call Mom
Supporting this. >>3448322

>>3448316
>>Call Mom
Mom, Things happened, The house is gone, Lucy and I are a thing now, and Springfield got banged up. PLEASE DON'T KILL US.

>>3448336
"Normal" is something that the child friend group didn't do very well. Also, we should mention Pinky is okay.

>>3448316
>>Call Mom
The more appropriate one to call for times like this. I hope she won't be TOO pissed about the house...

>>3448351
At least the bunker should be alright, and I hope there was a back up photo album just in case Lewis accidentally blew up EVERYTHING.

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>>3448316
You somewhat reluctantly dial in Mom's number. The phone rings a few times before she finally picks up.

"Hello?" She asks. "This better be damn important."

In the background, you can hear some really loud and really upbeat music, like some sort of outdoor party. Then you remember Mom was on a cruise with Carol, so she was probably just trying to relax and get drunk, as she usually did in her free time.

"Hey Mom, it's me." You say rather sheepishly.

"Lewis? Well this is surprise." Mom's voice becomes more relaxed. "Did you change your number or something?"

"Something like that." You sigh.

"Is something the matter?" Mom asks, her maternal instincts probably kicking in.

>Everything's fucked, Mom.
>Everything's totally fine, Mom.
>Other

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>>3448363
>>Everything's fucked, Mom.

"No, we didn't get Lucina pregnant, and we had to blow up the house."

>>3448363
>>Everything's fucked, Mom.
Mom going nuclear in 3, 2, 1...

>>3448363
>>Everything's fucked, Mom.

>>3448363
>Everything's fucked, Mom.

>>3448363
>>Everything's fucked, Mom.

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>>3448363
"Everything is fucked, Mom." You groan.

"Well that's not a good thing to hear." Mom sighs. "All right, what happened? Did you get Lucina pregnant or something?"

"No." You state flatly.

"Oh, then I'm assuming you somehow got the house blown up." Mom says nonchalantly.

"You... zeroed in on that pretty quick." You pause.

"Listen, Lewis, I'm your mom. I know most of the shit that would get your panties in a twist." Mom points out. "And you wouldn't be calling me out of the blue for an apology unless one of those two things happened."

"Well, you guessed right." You admit. "Apparently Umbrella got an arrest warrant out on me and they tried to raid the house so... I sorta had to blow it up."

"Fuck. It was a nice house, too." Mom grunts. "Did Pinky make it out okay?"

"We stashed it in the forest before we got airlifted out." You explain.

"Okay good- wait, airlift? Who the hell airlifted you out?"

You silently glance at Nemo and then return your attention back to the phone.

>Um, Auntie Egan, I guess.
>I honestly don't really know.
>Other

>>3448404
>Um, Auntie Egan, I guess.

>>3448404
>Um, Auntie Egan, I guess.

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>>3448404
>>Um, Auntie Egan, I guess.

I don't suppose we'll get a musical guided tour of the T-Doll factory a la Willy Wonka?

>>3448404
>>Um, Auntie Egan, I guess.
Ha ha ha...

>>3448404
>>Um, Auntie Egan, I guess.

>>3448404
>Um, Auntie Egan, I guess.

As long as we don't let our EDGIER Invader side take control too much.

>be me
>reading through the archived threads so i can catch up and participate
>suddenly, harkonnen
>You look to HK, who just blankly glances back at you as she casually slings the Harkonnen over her shoulder.
I just had to say it.
Bitches love cannons.

>>3448404
Um, Auntie Egan, I guess

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>>3448404
I guess the damn spam filter is going to be tripped at least once every thread...

>>3448454
>That's probably wise

>>3448454
>Probably wise, they're likely after you too.

>>3448454
>That's probably wise

Also, might want to consider a temporary residence. Maybe live with Carol or Egan for a bit.

>>3448454
>You should enjoy your vacation

>>3448454
>Probably wise, they're likely after you too.
Isnt there a arrest warrant for alice?

>>3448454
>>You should enjoy your vacation
Having them around sounds like the perfect target for Wesker to concentrate his forces on.

>>3448454
>You should enjoy your vacation

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>>3448454
"That's probably wise. There's no telling if they might come after you, too." You warn.

"Yeah, you have a point there." Mom sighs. "And here I thought I could just relax for a week or two..."

Nemo then gives you a silent hand gesture telling you to hurry up. You don't have to look out the window to tell the a helicopter was now descending into the hidden shaft, meaning your signal would be cut off soon.

"Sorry Mom, I gotta go. See you soon!"

If Mom responded, you couldn't tell as the signal cuts out, giving you only a blank disconnection tone.

"So, this is quite the place you've got here." You say as you glance at the walls of the shaft as the helicopter continues to descend. "What's the rent like?"

"Beyond most small countries." Nemo remarks. "But my dad was smart with the investments so..."

Finally, the shaft opens up into a cavernous hangar area and the helicopter promptly lands. Nemo hops out the door and motions for you to follow.

"What about Springfield?" You ask.

"Don't worry, we have more than adequate facilities to repair her." Nemo nods to a pair of technicians, who quickly jog over and set Springfield on a gurney.

Meanwhile, the two unnamed T-Dolls exit as well, but keep a healthy distance. They were still armed.

"Don't mind them, they're just bodyguards." Nemo assures you.

"Their specifications indicate otherwise." HK glowers, her eyes glowing a soft green as she passively scans them.

"Ohoho, checking us out, are you?" One of the T-Dolls, the brunette twin tailed one, giggles. "Like what you see~?"

"Quit it." Nemo grunts. "Sorry Lewis, looks like my mom's still a bit busy. I guess I can show you around a bit, if you want."

>I'm actually pretty tired.
>I freaking starving right now.
>So is this a T-Doll factory?
>What's your mom working on?
>Other

>>3448498
>So is this a T-Doll factory?

>>3448498
>>What's your mom working on?

>>3448498
>I freaking starving right now.

>>3448498
>I freaking starving right now.

>>3448498
>>I'm actually pretty tired.

Not just from the huge battle we were in.

>>3448498
>I freaking starving right now.
After we get some food in us, let's ask the questions
>So is this a T-Doll factory?
>What's your mom working on?

>>3448498
>>I freaking starving right now.

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>>3448498
"You know what, I am STARVING." You say. "Got anything to eat around here?"

"Heh, well we do have a cafeteria." Nemo cracks a grin. "Come on."

As Nemo leads you off deeper into the facility, you notice HK and the other T-Dolls still trading probing stares at each other. Guess HK was still being a bit territorial.

You reach the cafeteria soon enough. It seemed pretty empty, though you wonder if there were many people in this facility to begin with. Nemo just casually walks up to the counter, punches a few keys in the console, and a conveyor belt activates. A hatch in the wall opens and tray of grilled cheese sandwhiches and several cans of soda slide out, which you and Nemo quickly grab. Your stomach rumbles as the aroma of melted cheese hits your nostrils.

"So, do you mind if I ask you a question?" You say as you immediately wolf down one of the sandwiches, not even remembering if you had even properly chewed it or not.

"Go ahead." Nemo says as she cracks open one of those canned energy drinks she seemed to take a liking to.

"What's the story with those T-Dolls?" You nod to the two "bodyguards".

"Two of my mom's personal T-Dolls, UMP9 and UMP45." Nemo remarks.

"Huh. Where are the other 43?"

"Very funny." Nemo shakes her head at the lame joke.

"So, they just take care of all her needs and everything?"

"In a way." Nemo says somewhat cryptically.

>Auntie Egan's into some pretty shady stuff, isn't she?
>Don't press the issue.
>Other

>>3448530
>Don't press the issue.

>>3448530
>Don't press the issue.

>>3448530
>Don't press the issue.
>So what other T-Doll types are there that have been made so far? It can't just be a handful.

>>3448530
>>Don't press the issue.

>>3448530
>Don't press the issue.

I bet if Egan were to ever discover Lucina carrying Lewis' hybrid kid, she'd go into a 24/7 research and observation mode just to record everything.

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>>3448530
>>Don't press the issue.

>Is she making the fabled, "Male T-Doll"?

>>3448530
>>Auntie Egan's into some pretty shady stuff, isn't she?

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>>3448530
You decide not to press the issue. After all, even you weren't sure if you wanted to know the full extent of what Auntie Egan would do to further her personal research projects. Mom certainly didn't.

"Anyways, I do have a question for you." Nemo mumbles rather quietly.

"Yeah? Go ahead." You say.

"Do you have any idea why Umbrella would put a warrant out for you like that?" Nemo asks. "I mean, we all at the office agreed that 'possession of illegal biomods' cause of action was completely trumped up."

Oh boy...

>I have no idea, either.
>I suppose they weren't too happy with my job performance.
>Probably has something to do with me being a magical Invader hybrid.
>Other

>>3448549
>>I have no idea, either.
NOOOOPE. Revealing THAT wouldn't be safe for anyone that knows, particularly to Egan.

>>3448549
>>3448549
>>I suppose they weren't too happy with my job performance.

We're going to have to tell Lucina about the Magical Girl part one of these days, and not freak her the hell out with our time stopping demonstration.

>>3448549
>I suppose they weren't too happy with my job performance.

>>3448549
>I suppose they weren't too happy with my job performance.

>>3448549
>I suppose they weren't too happy with my job performance.

>>3448553
I'm kind of on the fence for telling Nemo. The danger is always there since her sister and her parents know, but is it worth keeping her in the dark?

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>>3448549
"I suppose they weren't too happy with my job performance." You shrug. You didn't feel it was right to tell Nemo about your true nature, at least not yet.

"Hm, guess it's still a mystery, then." Nemo nods in agreement.

Meanwhile, HK continues her silent stare down with the UMPs, with UMP9 giving a cheerful smile while UMP45 gives a similar blank, no nonsense stare right back at HK.

"Ah, Lewis, so you did indeed escape safely." Auntie Egan says as she enters the room, wearing her signature white labcoat. "I was beginning to fear the worst when I saw the ranch self destruct."

"Yeah, well, weren't left with a lot of options." You shake your head. "So what's going to happen now?"

"You can stay here until Lucina can get things sorted out." Egan motions to the facility around you. "Other than a few restricted areas, you're free to take advantage of the amenities here."

>Got it.
>What sort of "restricted areas" are you talking about here?
>Other

>>3448575
>Got it.

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>>3448575
>>Got it.

Might wanna tell her about us helping HK develop her own personality, too.

>>3448578
lewding hk when?

>>3448575
>Got it.

I'm guessing that it involves some personal army of robots.

>>3448575
>>What sort of "restricted areas" are you talking about here?

>>3448575
>Got it

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>>3448575
"Got it." You agree.

"Nemo, I trust that you can show Lewis around." Auntie Egan continues and turns back to you. "Lewis, you don't mind if I borrow HK for a bit?"

"For what?" You ask as HK turns, her attention piqued.

"Just simple calibration work. I also want to upload some of her telemetry data. It all goes into helping me develop future T-Doll lines." Auntie Egan explains. "After all, data is everything."

>I don't see why not.
>I'd rather HK stay with me.
>I'd like to observe.
>Other

>>3448592
>I'd like to observe.

>>3448592
>I'd like to observe.

>>3448592
>>I'd like to observe.

Worst case scenario, we have Dolls going completely deviant with their new sense of self.

>>3448592
>I'd like to observe.

>>3448592
>I'd rather HK stay with me.

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>>3448592
"I'd like to observe." You say. "I've never seen how the magic works behind the curtain."

"Heh, well you certainly have an interesting way of describing it." Auntie Egan grins. "All right, follow me, then."

Egan casually leads your little group deeper into the facility, where you now start to get a good look at everything. Contrary to many other labs you've seen before, which were often brutalist and industrial looking, Egan's lab looked to impeccably clean, with white tiled floors, walls, and ceiling. It was almost blinding to look at, honestly.

"This way." Auntie Egan turns into one of the doors in the hallway. You, HK, and Nemo follow her in, while UMP9 and UMP45 stand guard out in the hall.

Inside the room, you see several banks of computer screens, and a single chair where a T-Doll was obviously mean to sit. Cables hang from the ceiling, clearly meant to connect into the T-Doll in question. HK calmly sits down in the chair as Egan and Nemo start plugging the cables into the back of her neck, a move that they were clearly very accustomed to doing on a regular basis.

"Connection established." HK recites. "Awaiting command input."

"Starting telemetry upload." Auntie Egan says simply as she hits a few keys on her console. "There really isn't terribly much to see, but you can fool around with those consoles if you want. They're connected our non-sensitive database."

"Huh?" You blink.

"Just general information." Nemo explains as she nudes you aside and types a command in the console in front of you.

>T-DOLL COMBAT DATA ANALYSIS
>T-DOLL UNIT OPERATIONAL HISTORY
>T-DOLL/HUMAN INTERACTION STUDIES

>>3448623
>T-DOLL/HUMAN INTERACTION STUDIES

>>3448623
>T-DOLL/HUMAN INTERACTION STUDIES

>Nemo explains as she nudes you aside
Lewd!

>>3448623
>>T-DOLL/HUMAN INTERACTION STUDIES

>>3448623
>>T-DOLL COMBAT DATA ANALYSIS

She probably wants her own heavy rifle after that Harkonnen showcase.

>>3448623
>T-DOLL/HUMAN INTERACTION STUDIES
Can they truly into hue-mang?

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>>3448623
>>T-DOLL UNIT OPERATIONAL HISTORY

>>3448261
A bit of an offtopic, but between this quest's start and this moment I finished Danganronpa 2, and it's really curious how the way I feel about Nemo's character became colored by her portrait's source. The same pictures now seem to present Nemo's personality in very different ways.

>>3448623
>T-DOLL COMBAT DATA ANALYSIS

>>3448623
>T-DOLL UNIT OPERATIONAL HISTORY

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>>3448623
"Hey, how about that file?" You point to the one titled T-DOLL/HUMAN INTERACTION STUDIES.

"Really?" Nemo raises a suspicious eyebrow at you.

"I'm genuinely curious about the results." You try to assure her.

"Sure. Let's go with that." Nemo rolls her eyes as she opens the file.

Almost immediately, the screen is bombarded with charts and graphs and numbers, but Nemo is quickly able to isolate a summarized report authored by Auntie Egan herself spelling out the conclusion of her studies. Apparently she based her observations off of numerous T-Doll deployments in the field, with a combination of direct telemetry analysis and survey responses from those who were assigned T-Dolls to work with.

You had to admit, the T-Doll side of the study was rather interesting to know about. Apparently, Auntie Egan had actually tried out female, male, and nonhuman T-Dolls to gauge user opinions. Unsurprisingly enough, the majority of users seemed to consider the female T-Dolls more at least as equal partners rather than disposable assets. The male and nonhuman models, however, didn't fare so well. Male T-Dolls were a bit behind their female counterparts in terms of perceived disposability, while nonhuman T-Dolls lagged very far behind.

Interestingly enough, it seemed this was consistent among both genders, as well. For male users, it appeared their paternal instincts kicked in when in the presence of a female T-Doll, making them less likely to mistreat them in combat situations. On the other hand, female users seemed to trust female T-Dolls implicitly over male ones. Both sexes has similar low opinions of nonhuman T-Dolls.

And in simulated combat situations, most combatants almost universally seemed to have a general noticeable reluctance to engage female T-Dolls, even if they were briefed beforehand of their true nature.

"Hm, that's pretty devious of mom." Nemo narrows her eyes. "It would be so like her to make all T-Dolls cute girls because the data shows people are more likely to hesitate in shooting them."

>That makes a lot of sense.
>Wait, how come it doesn't show what the T-Dolls think?
>Other

>>3448652
>Wait, how come it doesn't show what the T-Dolls think?

>>3448652
>Wait, how come it doesn't show what the T-Dolls think?

>>3448652
>That makes a lot of sense.

>>3448652
>Wait, how come it doesn't show what the T-Dolls think?

>>3448652
>Wait, how come it doesn't show what the T-Dolls think?

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>>3448652
>>That makes a lot of sense.

Wouldn't be surprised if there was a very tiny niche fanbase for those other variants.

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>>3448652
"Wait, how come it doesn't show what the T-Dolls think?" You wonder, noticing how that one important piece of data was apparently missing from the report.

"Hm, you know, that's a good point." Nemo types away at the console again. "Oh, that data's locked, 'Proprietary information', apparently."

You take a glance at Auntie Egan, be she was completely engrossed in poring over the data being uploaded from HK. She definitely didn't seem to be in the mood for talking.

>Guess we'll just leave it then.
>Wouldn't you have access, Nemo?
>Other

>>3448668
>Wouldn't you have access, Nemo?

>>3448668
>Wouldn't you have access, Nemo?

Mostly asking out of curiosity.

>>3448668
>Wouldn't you have access, Nemo?

>>3448668
>Guess we'll just leave it then.

>>3448668
>Guess we'll just leave it then.

>>3448668
>Guess we'll just leave it then.

>>3448668
>>Wouldn't you have access, Nemo?

>>3448668
>Wouldn't you have access, Nemo?

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>>3448668
"Wouldn't you have access, Nemo?" You ask her.

"Hm, well, not necessarily." Nemo shakes her head. "I may be related to Mom, but I'm not really officially part of the company, so there's stuff even I'm not normally allowed to get into."

"Ah." You nod in understanding.

"However...." Nemo continues, as she type away at the console. "There might be something I can try..."

>Roll 1d20+2

Rolled 15 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>3448684

Rolled 11 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>3448684

Rolled 14 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>3448684

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>>3448684
"Heh, piece of cake." Nemo gives a rare smile.

Suddenly, the screen starts to automatically scrolls as more text suddenly appears, the data that had been omitted from the "public" report. However, a lot of it was programming jargon that a layman like you couldn't even begin to comprehend.

Good thing you had a computer genius right next to you.

"This is weird..." Nemo frowns. "Mom's pulling ludicrous amounts of data from every T-Doll she's ever put into the field. In particular she's been tracking deviancy rates between programmed and actual behavior..."

"Well, quality control is important, I guess." You point out.

"No, if that was the case, mom would have completely nipped that issue in the bud." Nemo narrows her eyes. "No, I think she's actually exacerbating the deviant behaviors. Loosening personality locks and making core directives more vaguely defined."

"You mean to tell me she's deliberately trying to make T-Dolls more human?" You whisper as you glance at Auntie Egan, who was still distracted by her work.

"That's what it looks like." Nemo confirms. "And from the data here, it seems close contact with humans accelerates the development of deviant behavior. But why could she possibly want this-"

"Is something the matter?' Auntie Egan asks. "You two are awfully quiet back there."

"O-oh! It's nothing!" Nemo yelps.

"If you're bored, you're free to tour the factory floor." Egan says nonchalantly. "You don't have to stick around here and wait for me."

You look to Nemo, who now has that familiar rebellious look in her eyes.

"My mom's totally up to something." She huffs. "And I'm gonna get to the bottom of it."

>Seems like a good opportunity to investigate.
>We should wait for a better time.
>I don't think this is a good idea.
>Other

>>3448701
>sounds good
>see you later hk

>>3448701
>>We should wait for a better time.

>>3448701
>>Seems like a good opportunity to investigate.

>>3448701
>We should wait for a better time.

>>3448701
>Seems like a good opportunity to investigate.

>>3448701
>Seems like a good opportunity to investigate.

>>3448701
>Seems like a good opportunity to investigate.

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>>3448701
"Yeah." You nod, glancing at Nemo and then to Auntie Egan. "Something fishy is definitely going on here."

"Then let's go." Nemo nods as she leads you out the room. "Mom, I'm just gonna show Lews around the factory!"

"You go ahead and do that." Auntie Egan says, slightly distracted as her eyes were still glued to HK's data. Hopefully HK would be okay.

"Let's do this." Nemo mutters. "I'm tired of mom always keeping secrets from me..."

>And that's it for tonight! We'll continue things on Saturday so don't miss it!

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>>3448718
See you tomorrow, Merc!

>>3448718
Thanks for running, Merc!

>>3448718
Thanks for the thread.

Let's see what sort of dynamic Nemo had in the group of friends.

I'm guessing:
>Lucina was probably the leader by default
>Lewis was constantly trying to take the position of leader by trying to one up Lucina
>Nemo was the quiet, bookish one, and the most academically intelligent of the group
>Carol was making sure everyone didn't go way over their heads

>>3448718
>yeah, about keeping secrets...

Thanks for the Run OP!

Nemo is best girl. Luciana is boring.

>>3449183
How can one man contain so much wrong?

>>3448718
Oh god aunty is looking to replace people with the tdolls or mybe just all the womans

>>3448718
So we're tearing her head off if she does something to HK, right?

>>3449183
>>3449223
Honestly, I feel that Lucina is pretty much the ONLY person who can handle Lewis' kind of love, and lovemaking without being completely exhausted.

>>3449384
You mean distoryed.

>>3449390
Nevermind, bearing a hybrid baby.

It does make you wonder what the two of them have to say about each other's bedroom prowess.

>Lucina likes the use of his mods, and wild nature
>Lewis is impressed by her endurance, and 'optimizations'
>lewd times either can last for hours at normal 'human' pace, or a rather short time if they were to both go all out for some high intensity

>>3449502
Use time stop to cum alot of times and fill her up or cover her like a henti

>>3449600
Spend a few years in time stop just doing that. "Why do you have a beard now?"

>>3449600
>>3449622

Why not see if he could bring her into time stop with him, go at it for hours, and then resume time to actually get 8 hours of sleep?

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>>3448718
You and Nemo both walk out the workshop room.

"Heeeeey, where are you two going?" One of the UMP T-Dolls ask, the twintailed one.

"Just going to look around the factory floor." Nemo responds simply. "It's nothing to worry about, 9."

"Don't be silly." The other T-Doll, UMP45, speaks up calmly. Her voice is surprisingly childish and high pitched, but you feel a cold dread hearing it, like there was some kind of darkness behind it. "The factory can be a dangerous place. 9, maybe you should go with them."

"Hmmm, really?" UMP9 muses. "Maybe I should!"

Nemo narrows her eyes at this little conversation. Even you could tell they were just making a show of it to get an excuse the tail the two of you.

Still, just flat out refusing them would be sure to make the T-Dolls suspicious.

>Sure, UMP9 can tag along with us.
>Nah, we're really fine being on our own.
>Other

>>3450232
>>Sure, UMP9 can tag along with us.

>>3450232
>Nah, we're really fine being on our own.

>>3450232
>Sure, UMP9 can tag along with us.

Looks like we may need to cause a more overt distraction if beeded.

>>3450232
>Nah, we're really fine being on our own.

>>3450232
>Sure, UMP9 can tag along with us.

>>3450232
>Sure, UMP9 can tag along with us.

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>>3450232
"Sure, 9 can tag along with us." You say so as not to arouse any undue suspicion.

"Yay!" UMP9 cheers as she falls in with you and Nemo. "See ya later, sis!"

"Be careful out there." UMP45 smiles and waves.

"So what do we do about her?" You whisper to Nemo.

"We can try and shake her in the factory. There's a lot of places we can get out of her line of sight." Nemo whispers back. "Or, well, if you can distract her, I can try something..."

"Something?" You raise an eyebrow.

"I can hack her sensors and create electronic ghosts of ourselves. Should buy us some time before she figures it out." Nemo quietly explains.

That sounded... pretty invasive.

>Try to lose UMP9 in the factory.
>Try to distract UMP9 while Nemo hacks her.
>Other

>>3450356
>>Try to lose UMP9 in the factory.

Time for a nostalgic game of hide and seek?

>>3450356
>Try to lose UMP9 in the factory.

>>3450356
>Try to distract UMP9 while Nemo hacks her.

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>>3449827
Too goddamn lewd!

>>3450356
>>Try to distract UMP9 while Nemo hacks her.

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>>3450356
"Too risky, we'll try to lose her in the factory." You whisper back.

"Right." Nemo nods.

"Hmmmm? What are you two talking about?" UMP9 wonders loudly. "Oh, don't tell me you two are dating?!"

"Not my type." Nemo answers rather quickly.

"Oh, trying to play dumb huh?" UMP9 giggles.

"You... don't get out much, do you?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Well, guarding this place is my primary function, so it can't be helped!" UMP9 shrugs casually. "Master lets us out to play from time to time, but that's about it!"

You have to kind of wonder what exactly UMP9 meant by "play" here...

"Anyways, what's your answer,huh?" UMP9 leans in rather uncomfortably close. "Are you two daaaaating?"

"Please don't indulge her." Nemo sighs.

>Oh yeah, we totally are.
>She's not my type either.
>No, I'm dating her sister.
>Why are you so interested in this?
>Other

>>3450423
>>Other
We're just asking for tips on a gift for Lucina

>>3450423
>I wish, but I ended up with Luciana.

>>3450423
Oh god, how much does Nemo know about the two of them going out?

Going with: >>3450427

>>3450423
>>Oh yeah, we totally are.

>>3450423
>No, I'm dating her sister.

>>3450423
>No, I'm dating her sister.

>>3450423
>No, I'm dating her sister.

>>3450423
>>No, I'm fucking her sister.

>>3450423
>>No, I'm dating her sister.

>>3450423
>>No, I'm dating her sister.
>>Why are you so interested in this?
With >>3450427
because it WILL help us down the line. At somepoint.

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>>3450423
...

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>>3450557
"No, I'm actually dating her sister." You explain.

Nemo pauses for a moment, but continues walking.

"Huh, so guess you actually did mend things with her." She mumbles.

"Ohoho, dating Lucina, huh?" UMP9 whistles. "I haven't met her yet myself, but she definitely seems like a tough catch!"

"The toughest." Nemo sighs. You get the impression that she wasn't enjoying this line of conversation. "All right, here's the factory."

Nemo leads you through a large door, and you're immediately met with brights lights and long assembly lines. All along them, you could see the steel skeletons of Dolls and T-Dolls being assembled. However, this wasn't a mass production line like you were expecting. There were barely a dozen of these T-Doll bodies, each one being gradually built and assembled, all of them in various stages of completion as parts are added on and adjusted by a network of robotic arms and manipulators.

"You know my mom, she has very exacting standards." Nemo says simply. "Almost every T-Doll that comes out of here is practically custom built. One of a kind."

"Like me and 45!" UMP9 says proudly. "Us two are some of the specialest around!"

"I'm sure." Nemo sighs and glances at you and nods to a set of shipping containers where you could easily duck in between to elude UMP9.

>Try to slip away now.
>Lure UMP9 into a false sense of security first.
>Other

>>3450595
>Lure UMP9 into a false sense of security first.
How should we really say, charm the pants off her first?

>>3450595
>>Lure UMP9 into a false sense of security first.

>>3450600
Pretend to be super impressed by her, and ask for a super long list of details?

>>3450595
>Lure UMP9 into a false sense of security first.

>>3450595
>Lure UMP9 into a false sense of security first.

>>3450610
Yes, including whether or not T-Dolls will have a artificial womb upgrade for that one rich weirdo.

>>3450595
>Lure UMP9 into a false sense of security first.
>>

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>>3450595
You figure that the best way would be lull UMP9 into a false sense of security. Get her guard down so it would be easier to slip away...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>3450693
Check my 1.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>3450693

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>3450693

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>3450693
wew

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>>3450693
"Wow, are you really that special?" You ask with a bit of fake enthusiasm. "In what way?"

"Well, first of all, we have special carbon fiber frames instead of metal, so we're 30% lighter than other T-Doll models!" UMP9 puffs up with pride as she continues to recite a long list of technical aspects regarding her particular model.

And just like that, she goes off into a tangent, give you and Nemo ample time to slip away into the containers, properly eluding UMP9, at least for the moment.

"The problem with make your machines too human." Nemo gives you a slight grin. "Nice job playing to her vanity there."

"Yeah well, I just had a hunch." You grin back. "So where are we going, then?"

"There's two possible places we can go." Nemo takes out a tablet and shows you a map of the facility. "We can get into the central mainframe. That's where ALL the data of my mom's projects is being stored, but it's heavily electronically encrypted."

"And the other place?" You wonder.

"We go to where all the T-Doll telemetry data is being routed." Nemo points to a spot on the map that's not even marked with a visible room. "There's something there that's not on the main maps. That's got to be that secret project my mom is hiding."

But who knew what you could encounter there...

>We'll head for the mainframe.
>We'll head for the project itself.
>Other

>>3450759
>>We'll head for the mainframe.

>>3450759
>>We'll head for the project itself.

>>3450759
>We'll head for the project itself.

>>3450759
>We'll head for the project itself.
May as well see it with our own eyes.

>>3450759
>>We'll head for the project itself.
Take a chance rather than the firewalls of doom.

>>3450759
>We'll head for the project itself

>>3450759
>We'll head for the project itself.

>>3450759
>>We'll head for the project itself.

Time to decide how many of our secret abilities we should use.

>>3450759
>>We'll head for the mainframe.

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>>3450759
"Guess we go straight to the source." You decide. "Lead the way, Nemo."

"Right." She nods. "This way."

And so Nemo proceeds to lead you deeper into the facility.

However, the journey is a bit awkwardly quiet as Nemo silently moves through the clean sterile hallways. You don't even encounter another soul. Not so much as a peep from any kind of security system, either. You suppose you have Nemo to thank for that, as she's continually tapping away at her tablet.

"So... it's really true, huh?" Nemo finally speaks up.

"What is?" You wonder.

"You and Lucy being back together." Nemo mumbles.

"Yeah." You nod. "Though, it was a pretty recent thing."

"And this 'job' you two were doing together. It wasn't really a job, was it?" Nemo continues.

>Er no.
>Um, of course it was!
>Other

>>3450839
>Er no.

>>3450839
>It was mostly a way to get her to stop running herself ragged. Because you know your sister does not stop.

>>3450839
>Um, of course it was!

>>3450839
>Er no.

>>3450839
>>Er no.

D-did Nemo secretly have feelings for Lewis?

>>3450839
>Er no

>>3450839
>Er no.

Might wanna omit the mind bending, brain melting, pelvis breaking lewds.

Also, great pic choice

>>3450839
>>3450842
this

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>>3450839
"Er, no." You admit. "I mean, it was just as much a date as it was a vacation for Lucina."

"Hm." Nemo's eternally tired eyes focus on you for a second before turning away. "That's good to hear. Lucy's always been a big overachiever."

You wonder why Nemo was suddenly so interested in that topic, but you don't get the chance to press her further on the topic when you reach a large, sealed security door.

"This is the room." Nemo states as she takes her eyes off her tablet and stares at the door, which towered over the both of you. "Naturally, it's not going to be easy to get in."

"Can't you hack it?" You wonder.

"This door is on a completely different security network from the rest of the facility. I'd have to brute force my way in." Nemo frowns and then turns to you. "Unless you have an alternative?"

"Well." You crack your knuckles. "I could try my own brand of brute force."

"Of course." Nemo rolls her eyes.

>Have Nemo try to hack the door open.
>You should try forcing the door open.
>Other

>>3450893
>Have Nemo try to hack the door open.

>>3450893
>>Have Nemo try to hack the door open.

>>3450893
>You should try forcing the door open.

>>3450893
>You should try forcing the door open.

>>3450893
>Have Nemo try to hack the door open.

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>>3450893
"Well, how about you have a go at it?" You ask Nemo.

"Sure thing." Nemo nods as she connects a direct cable from her tablet into the door control. "Hope this doesn't trip any alarms..."

>Roll 1d20+1

Rolled 1 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>3450939

Rolled 9 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>3450939

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>3450939
>>3450944
Well that's a great way to start the roll.

>>3450951
>>3450949
>>3450944
Say hello to UMP9.
>>3450939
Might as well vote for
>Y

>>3450939
>Y

>>3450939
>Y
Don't even bother asking and give us the reroll chance if we have a fate point.

>>3451005
it's not fate point, it's one per session ability of the magical boi

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>>3450939
Uh oh, things aren't looking so good right now! Seems like you all want to reroll so let's get it done!

>Roll 1d20+1

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>3451008
If it's giving us a general reroll it's a fate point.

>>3451009
YOU DISHONORBRU THE DRAAAAAAAAAAAGON!

Rolled 6 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>3451009

Rolled 5, 20 + 1 = 26 (2d20 + 1)

>>3451009

Rolled 9 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>3451009

>>3451017
Aw, fuck me, I picked wrong dice option and wasted a 20.

Rolled 12, 10, 5, 13, 8, 3, 17, 12, 1, 13, 8, 3, 19, 12, 1, 14, 12, 16, 17, 8, 18, 20, 5, 15, 6 = 268 (25d20)

And the dice are back to being cokesnorting carfuckers again.
Disregard my post.

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Rolled 19, 7, 4 = 30 (3d20)

>>3451009
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>>3451032
Suddenly, the entire hallway goes red and warning klaxons blare, as the alarm is most presumably tripped.

"Damn!" Nemo curses. "Looks like they know we're here now."

"What are our options?" You ask her.

"Well, we don't have much choice but to make a run for it..." Nemo groans.

"And here I thought I could sit back and let you two do all the hard work." A familiar voice sighs. "Guess I was just getting my own hopes up."

You and Nemo turn to see ST-AR standing behind you, a look of exasperation on her face.

"Look, you don't need to ask me why, but I can give you the time you need to pry that door open." ST-AR says as she flips the safety on her rifle off.

"Why are you here? How?" You blink.

"Personal reasons." ST-AR grunts. "Any more useful questions?"

ST-AR certainly did not seem to be in the mood for talking. Whatever this project involved, it clearly had her interests tied deeply into it.

>We're getting out of here.
>Okay, we'll work together for now.
>No, you tell us what's going on first.
>Other

>>3451046
>Okay, we'll work together for now.

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>Okay, we'll work together for now

This story is taking more and more curious turns.

Surely auntie Egan will only be somewhat cross with our antics, right?

>>3451046
>Okay, we'll work together for now.

>>3451046
>Okay, we'll work together for now.
>While we're at it why don't you tell us what's actually going on.
What's wrong with exposition while moving?

>>3451046
>Okay, we'll work together for now.

>>3451046
>>Okay, we'll work together for now.

>>3451046
>Okay, we'll work together for now.

>>3451046
>Okay, we'll work together for now.

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>>3451046
...

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>>3451108
"All right, we'll work together for now." You say warily. The only reason you were agreeing to this was since ST-AR never gave you any reason to doubt her before. But still, for her to show up here of all places...

"Good to see you know what's up." ST-AR nods as she pivots around. "I'll go keep the guard dogs busy. You just focus on getting that door open."

And with that, ST-AR dashes off down the hall, and moments later you can hear gunfire being traded.

"Come on, we got no time to lose!" Nemo says as she taps away at her tablet furiously.

"Sorry Nemo, we're going to have to take the quick and dirty way." You grunt as you dig your fingers in between the door panels and pulled with all your might, your superdense muscles flexing and straining.

And with a loud screech, the door slowly but surely grinds open as you grunt with exertion, putting all the strength you have in.

"I don't know how long I can hold this!" You wince as your arms begin to burn.

"Just a little longer!" Nemo squeaks as she squeezes through the opening you've propped open.

Suddenly, there's a serious of loud pops, the familiar sound of flashbangs going off and ST-AR smoothly slides between your legs and through the gap as well. She then stands up and grips the door panels.

"Hurry up!" She barks.

You let go of the door panels and ST-AR flinches as she suddenly takes the strain of keeping them open. You quickly dive through the gap and ST-AR lets go, the doors slamming shut once again. ST-AR then casually points her rifle to the control panel and fires several bursts into it, sending a shower of sparks flying.

"There, that will gives us a little more time." She huffs.

"You know, Nemo probably could have just- Nemo?" You pause when you realize she's not present. You turn and see her staring at a large steel coffin that looked similar to the containers T-Dolls were carried around in.

"All this for a T-Doll...?" Nemo mumbles.

"What else would it be?" ST-AR grumbles as she runs a hand along the black steel of the coffin. "Finally..."

>Let's crack it open, then.
>You better do some explaining first, Star.
>Other

>>3451116
>>You better do some explaining first, Star.

My intuition is saying that this is some sort of 'apotheosis' equivalent for T-Dolls. Like combining a thousand minds into a single being.

>>3451116
>You better do some explaining first, Star.

>"What else would it be?" ST-AR grumbles as she runs a hand along the black steel of the coffin. "Finally..."
Is this M4A1 or M16A1?

>>3451116
>You better do some explaining first, Star.
EXPOSITION TIME!

>>3451116
>You better do some explaining first, Star.

>>3451116
>Let's crack it open, then.

>>3451118
>>3451119
What if it's actually housing someone on life support, STAR's original, or the original mind template.?

>>3451125
>Inb4 it's the original Lucina in cryostasis, put in there because something went terribly wrong after the first few months of her abilities coming into play
>Inb4 the Lucina we fugged is actually a weaker clone of the original with the T-Dolls original purpose to upload Lucina's complete personality into it since the clone actually deviated in personality long ago and had to have it's memories of being cloned erased with what was a copy of Lucina's memories but degragated into basic shit.
>Inb4 her last memories were of us being angry at her because she was better than us at everything
Someone please stop me from huffing this paint it just smells so goooood.

>>3451116
>>Let's crack it open, then.

>>3451142
If any of that Shadowrun is true, then it must be awkward for STAR to find out that she's partnered up with Lucina.

>>3451153
What if STAR is actually an amalgamation of several people's personalities, Alice included. in order to experiment in creating a custom personality to see if T-Dolls are more effective with a predetermined identity or to go full Tabula Rasa and grow the identity from nothing like HK.

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>>3451116
"Wait a minute." You grunt as you step between ST-AR and coffin. "First things first, you have a lot of explaining to do, Star."

"You want to be the boy scout now of all times? ST-AR raises an eyebrow.

"Look, you clearly needed our help getting here, otherwise you would have already done it yourself." You narrow your eyes. "At the very least, you owe us a bit of an explanation."

ST-AR looks at you, and then to Nemo, was was also glaring determinedly at her, but noticeably deliberately positioned behind you. The T-Doll then seem to deflate and she lowers her weapon.

"There was a T-Doll I knew once, back when I was first built." ST-AR stares at her open palm. "I looked up to her, and thought she was the best. No, she really was the best."

ST-AR's open hand then balls into a fist.

"And then she was gone. Just like that. Used as fodder for Egan's secret little project."

ST-AR glares at the coffin.

"I just want to know what's so important that she'd throw her life away like that."

"How... how do you even know about this?" Nemo asks softly taken aback by the revelations ST-AR was finally letting out.

"You know those two guard dogs?" ST-AR remarks, obviously referring to UMP9 and UMP45. "I used to be like them. Going around doing your mom's dirty work behind the scenes. And when I was no longer useful, she altered my memory and pawned me off."

"She... wouldn't do something like that." Nemo mumbles, possibly in denial.

"Listen, kid. You of all people should know how heartless she can be." ST-AR replies coldly. "But she made a big mistake. She just blocked off my memory rather than completely erasing it all. Once I was aware of it, a few midnight visits the RCPD IT department fixed that."

"So what, is this all just some revenge against Egan?" You glower. "Destroy her prized secret project?"

"Like I said before, I just wanted to know what it was." ST-AR states flatly. "Destroying it just means Her sacrifice would be completely wasted."

"I mean, I can open the coffin right now." Nemo says quietly. "The T-Doll inside isn't calibrated yet, so there's no risk of her waking up."

"Get on with it, then." ST-AR grunts.

"R-right." Nemo gulps as she hits a key on her tablet.

And with a hiss, the coffin begins to slide open, coolant mist flowing out like water.

>You should get the first view.
>Let ST-AR get the first view.
>Other

>>3451158
>Let ST-AR get the first view.

>>3451158
>You should see the T-Doll together.
It's cinematic and the kids love it.

>>3451158
>>You should get the first view.

>>3451158
>Let ST-AR get the first view.

>>3451160
This

>>3451158
>>3451160
Backing.

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>>3451158
You and ST-AR stand side by side as the coffin door slides open, revealing a glass stasis tube within. And inside you see...

You see...

Mom...?

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>3451176
FUG I WAS FUGGIN RIGHT
EBIN!

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>3451176

Anyone got a good song to play when this happens?

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>3451176
Nani the fuck

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>>3451179
Alright, not completely right! But I was right in the most roundabout way that required paint fume huffing with a shot of Kraken Rum!
>>3451181
Also gud jeb on the roll, kept our jimmies from being rustled!
>>3451180
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PTx4dQXN400
About roughly dramatic as it can get.

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>>3451176
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>>3451185
Your first instinct is to shout or scream in surprise and terror, but for some reason, you feel a strange sense of calm. Or at the very least, you manage not to throw up at the sight of a T-Doll made to look identical to Mom.

Well, almost identical. You noted that this T-Doll looked noticeably younger than Mom did now. Most likely a throwback to the "old days." She has had a green highlight in her hair, no doubt to differentiate her from the "real" one.

However, the others didn't seem to take it so well. ST-AR stumbles backwards a few steps and she starts to laugh, as if what she was seeing was some sort of sick joke. Nemo meanwhile was just frozen on the spot like a statue.

However, the moment is quickly interrupted by a hissing sound, and the main door behind you begins to glow white hot.

"Heheheheh, looks like they're finally cutting through the door." ST-AR giggles. "You two should scram. I can take the fall for this. God knows there isn't much they can do to me now that could be worse than all this."

Nemo meanwhile is still frozen in place in shock.

>Grab Nemo and hide.
>You're going to confront Auntie Egan about this.
>Other