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The first was obvious: Liko's youngest son, the first to get his life cut short.

Roy had seen according to Liko's blueprints that she had gotten very close to building highly advanced robotics. And that's exactly what Roy would do.

He would rebuild Liko's son from the ground up using robotic parts, his shaggy black hair, his favorite striped shirt, and even down to small details that no one would notice like the bandage on his left knee. Liko's research had even found ways of creating animatronics that could bleed and process food, making them virtually indistinguishable from a typical human. He would never have any idea of what he actually was unless he was explicitly told what he truly was.

The only things that could possibly ruin the illusion were any overrides to the robot's internal systems. If something were to interfere with the cameras hidden in his eyes, or cause some sort of core reboot to his hard drive, or X-ray his metallic bones. Only then would he be exposed for what he was. But otherwise, to the outside world, he was just your typical normal human boy.

Roy worked down in the bowels of Sprigatito's Mega Pizza Emporium, giving the robotic boy life. But it was one thing to build him, it was another to help him remember his identity. He died so young, so early in his childhood, with no preserved memories for him, no documentation that Roy could just download into his digital brain. So bit by bit, Roy trained him, forcing him to remember who he was.

In a corner of the room, he even made a makeshift dinner table, a reminder of his happier days. The family recreated: a husband and wife, two daughters, and a son.

But this progress was admittedly slower than Roy would've liked. At first, the robot could only communicate through ones and zeros, and then rudimentary drawings and crude letters. But bit by bit, images of his past life started to come through: balloons, colors, houses, Pokemon, smiling happy faces, birthday parties: all for me.

Tony was alive.

As the robot boy embraced Roy, they felt a warmth that they hadn't felt in decades. This was the joy that they had long forgotten. This was what it was all for. The plan was working. Roy had to keep going.

Next was Liko. If she and her family were truly going to be put back together, Roy would need her. And he knew exactly where she was: in the ruins of that old Spriggy FazSprig's Pizza restaurant where Roy had trapped her. In fact, that's why he insisted on building the Mega Pizza Emporium over the sinkhole. It was the best place to hide what his true intentions were with the entire operation.

Digging through the wreckage, he found her. She was right where he thought she would be. Seeing the putrid shell of the Sprigatito costume, though, was not something Roy was prepared for. The rotting corpse of Liko was disgusting. Scorched flesh fused into the fur lining, hollow black sockets where eyes once were, a smell that reeked of burned carbon and bloody iron. Liko was no longer flesh, she was just the tangled sinews of a creature that was once called human. How far this brilliant woman had fallen.

It was clear that Roy's work was cut out for him on this one. Liko was practically lifeless. She may not have been able to die, but it was about as close as she could come. And her body would need a lot of reconstruction, replacement arms and endoskeleton reinforcements were top priority, maybe pulled from their new line of 80's style animatronics. Roy would have to see if they had any spare Fuecoco parts lying around that he could steal.

In the meantime, though, he threw the husk that was once his business partner into a life support pod infused with aerosolized souls to keep her stable.

But more important than recovering Liko's body was recovering her mind. In her current state, she was comatose, an empty shell. Severe brain damage starts at temperatures over 108 degrees Fahrenheit (or 42 degrees Celsius), and years of fires had burned Liko's brain to goo. Gone was the brilliant, frustrating mind that had started the franchise in the first place.

But Roy had a plan.

Unlike little Tony, Liko had found ways to record her consciousness. Fundamentally, the brain is only a series of electrical connections, after all. So why couldn't that be replicated in the form of a standard circuit board? In essence, she could create a digital consciousness. And one thing Roy knew about Liko, she was nothing if not cautious. A planner. Someone who had backup plans to her backup plans.

And sure enough, there it was. Buried in piles of animatronic CPUs was a record of Liko herself. But Roy needed someone to test it.