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After a few commands, he was in. But what he found made no sense.
According to the code, Springtrap had been extracted from the very game
that bore his name in the title. The program that initiated the extraction was
inexplicably called “Its_a_boy.exe.”
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The Springtrap that stood over Matt’s bleeding body was not an
amalgamation of code that somebody like him had programmed into a
computer. This Springtrap was real.
The green rabbit sat down on the floor beside Matt and rested Matt’s
head in its furry lap. It felt nice. Matt was losing so much blood. Could a
person los
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Another surge of pain hit him, this one crushing. He doubled over and
grabbed the kitchen counter for support. His gaze turned to the kitchen
knives hanging on a magnetic strip on the wall. He could cut it out. Cutting
would relieve the pressure and get whatever it was out. He would be free of
whatever this burden was.
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Back at his apartment, Matt changed into a baggy T-shirt and a pair of
elastic-waisted pajama pants. Tomorrow he would have to go shopping for
new clothes. But what could he wear while he shopped? Was he going to
turn into one of those tacky people who wore pajamas in public?
The pressure in his stomach was getting wor
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