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qwuilty · 1 year

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Postal 1 headcanon dump:

Im putting all of these under a read more because its super long but after seeing some headcanon posts for Postal 1 dude i got inspired and am now finally gathering my courage to actually share things <3 Again emphasis on headcanon, mainly just my ideas for him and if yours are different thats totally cool ok thank you for you time

27 by the events of Postal 1 in 1997, making him a 1970s baby who i personally headcanon being born around November 14th. (Get it cause. Cause that's when the game came out-)

Pretty tall even with his slouching. Actually fairly well built considering his circumstances mostly due to trying to keep himself in a good condition to prepare for his top concerns despite having some poor health choices, mainly in only being able to really eat what he can afford (fast food) and a smoking habit he picked up in high school.

Goes through a cycle of letting his hair grow out until it starts getting warmer again, leading to him impulsively cutting his hair to around where it is in the anniversary art before letting it grow out again.

Of a vague, God-figure believing faith, but his family is mixed religion with Christian on his mothers side and Jewish on his fathers.

He has a fairly intense view of God due to his upbringing, mostly as a figure of ultimate authority to enact judgment on everyone including him when he finally dies.

College drop-out, he moved out to go to college after doing pretty well in high school, but due to his worsening mental health and the cost of tuition, he had to resign and move back to Paradise, this time in his own house far outside of town.

Doesn’t have his own Champ equivalent, the dog house came with the house but he doesn’t actually have a dog.

Worked in retail, though he’s jobless by the start of Postal 1. He wasn’t necessarily a bad worker, but he just kind of.. Stopped showing up. Or answering calls. Basically dropped off the face of the earth after collecting his last paycheck. (I personally headcanon him working at the Honey Hole in the truckstop level due to its closeness to home, active police appearances didn't help his worsening mental state though)

Deals with sensory issues mostly related to light and sound. His eyes are pretty sensitive already due to having green eyes, so he mostly wears sunglasses for his own comfort and a sense of slight anonymity in addition to not having to keep direct eye contact. As for sound, he’s very easily disturbed by loud sounds or what he thinks could be something bad happening, leading to him having moments of insomnia late at night especially after moving back to Paradise.

Almost shuts down when too overstimulated, quick to try and leave any area that’s making him upset and if he’s forced there either by social convention or because he’s required to be there in some way, he just stops talking entirely and gets irritable waiting for it to be over already biting back the urge to get violent and run out or to start yelling. This made having to go to events with his parents an issue for both them and him.

Very prone to compulsions and spiraling, not helped by a lack of any assistance, support, or medication. His paranoia mostly relates to surveillance, feeling he’s being watched or monitored by someone, most likely government forces, and if not that, intrusive thoughts relating to morality panics. Tends to go down rabbit holes of theorizing and worrying until he’s too mentally drained to stay up much longer.

He has a fairly old but still working radio system set up in his house, mostly connected to broadcast reports surrounded by pamphlets, fliers, anything related to the military or the more recent Waco situation he could get his hands on to comb through. It’s in a pretty dark room of his house with the windows covered, one where he keeps his diary, a small table lamp, and firearms hidden in a cabinet for access in case of worst case scenarios. Simultaneously the safest place for him and the worst place for his sanity to be in.

There's a good couple secret storage compartments in that little house of his, both inside and out. Again, he’s been preparing for the worst case scenario so he tries to make sure no matter where he is, he can defend himself.

His house is generally pretty messy, it seems like whenever he has the energy to clean up he runs through another set of bad days and it all ends up dirty again, so there’s just a good bit of laundry and still unpacked boxes laying around.

Somewhere in the collection of boxes is an old stuffed doll that he’s had from a very young age. Since he’s had it for so long (and due to generally being in storage) it looks like it’s been through absolute hell, but he absolutely refuses to ever throw it out, even if he only ever brings it back out once in a blue moon during especially bad nights.

He’s generally closer with his dad but he was still pretty distant from both parents. He’s who taught him how to use firearms in the first place and while very emotionally distant, the silent acceptance of his existence was better than his mother’s subtle contempt for him and pushy nature. After her death when he was in his early teens his father was given full custody.

Tried very hard to come off as “normal”, but isn’t very good at it. He’s learned to keep quiet so he doesn't draw too much attention to himself, but with his tendency to stare mixed with not really knowing how to smile.. It leads to people getting a bad impression of him. Also not helped by him not really having any friends either.

Mostly grew up with stuff like Godzilla reruns on cable television, he actually enjoys musicals and theater, but due to his stunted social skills and anxiety over having to perform in front of so many people, even for a minor role, he never pursued anything for it. He does have a nice voice though.

Got to experience some computer games in his childhood, mostly older computer games back in the 80s on DOS style systems like King’s Quest and The Bard’s Tale. Had a fairly cheap, kind of shitty computer in his home before Postal 1, but was admittedly only using it to look up things during bad spirals on his garbage slow internet or to play said older games that he was able to take with him.

Probably still has a cassette player along with a CD player. The main things his money goes to besides the necessities are additional protection, cigarettes, and CDs to listen to in his room zoning out.

When you get him going about something he’s interested in, it’s hard for him to stop talking until he realizes he’s been talking so long, usually seizing up and apologizing as he returns right to being quiet. Genuinely convincing him you were interested or even listening is an uphill battle of its own.

Vastly prefers being called by any sort of nickname, being called by his actual name makes him jump a little and tense up, even if he knows the person it’s a built in reflex. (My headcanon name for him is Jude :3)

Tends to mutter and mumble under his breath, living mostly alone or just staying in his own room a lot meant he got used to being able to talk out loud to himself, so now it’s something he’s never quite learned to turn off though now it's at a lower volume.

Despite his mannerisms and people generally being averse of him due to his existence as a mentally ill person in the 90s he’s still pretty well meaning and nice. He does genuinely want to do good for others, however as the years have gone on, he’s become more alienated from others. Even during Postal 1 he wants for everyone else outside to be saved, although those in Paradise were beyond saving without drastic measures to him by that point.

His handwriting is fairly neat, writing often has made it simple and legible, but the more stressed he is, the sloppier it gets. By the end of Postal 1, his writing is almost unreadable.

The events of Postal 1 caused a massive media storm with news broadcasts, reporters were eager to blame the killings on things such as violent video games, drugs, metal music, bad parenting, whatever they could muster. His journal was found near his body at the empty elementary school, but it was completely wrecked beyond a few pages (the ones from the loading screens), which is now kept in police custody.

He was allowed the insanity plea by the Arizona court of law, but due to the severity of his crime, he is essentially sentenced to life staying in a correctional mental health facility, seemingly with no recovery in sight as far as psychiatrists can tell.

His father refuses to talk to him or anyone looking for information after the events of the game, and although he has visitation hours mandated to him, they’re unused unless a journalist wants to try to pry any stories they can out of him. With how demoralized he is after “failing” to save humanity though, you’d be better off talking to a brick wall.

I generally consider Redux to be the connection of Postal 1 ideas into the new 2 and onwards story ideas, so I kind of think of Postal 1 Dude being more in his own bubble canon-wise.

Indulgent as hell but. Slight southern accent. Arizona is in the south and he writes shit like “Sayin’” and “Outta”. Let me have this.

Smells mostly of dirt and sweat, little bit of gunpowder and dust. Does have a slight pine scent mostly due to his body soap but it becomes faint over his old, dusty trenchcoat and tendency to go wandering out in the woods.

Set up his own little sanctuary away from civilization out in the thick of the woods, mostly with some shitty old lawn chairs, a thrifted end table to set things down on with a permanent embedded circle from an ashtray, and repurposed thrown out mannequins with crude marks drawn on them to practice with as his own personal range. They’re incredibly unsettling to find out on a hike, which is why he tends to disassemble and reassemble them to hide in duffel bags under a larger table. Swore one time he saw a man who looked exactly like him out there, leading to him not going for a bit.

Most photos of him fall under a few categories, baby photos that dwindle the older he got, old school photos as a young child that were not taken home by his parents due to his… aggressive smiling, family photos with a glazed over look in his eyes, blurry photos of him mostly in the background of photos taken by other people, security camera footage mostly of the very late night shifts, and trail cam videos of him walking around out in the woods at the dead of the night.

He was actually incredibly hard to identify during the events of Postal 1, photos taken of him in people’s last moments ended up blurry and he moved in such a sporadic way even eye witness testimonies were shaky, if he hadn’t essentially given himself up at the end of the game, it would have taken them a while to find him.

#postal 1 #postal #postal dude #postal headcanons #hoping the read more worked cause again these are long <:'D #Im also a little tired so apologies for my rambling #these are mainly just ideas im pulling together and trying to connect as best i can #ok bye thank you for reading

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eyndr-stories · 1 year

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Did It Hurt When You Fell? (FNAF SB fanfic)

Suggested by ShiraCheshire over on Ao3, (@shirajellyfish here on Tumblr, hi I hope its ok to tag you lol) a very detailed repair scene! We dive paws first into the noggin of our favorite blorbo :) And there's a few nifty little tidbits about repair rats as well!

This chapter is a standalone in-universe scenario for I Think I Smell A Rat, no previous reading required! All you need to know is you're a lil repair rat who lives in the walls of the plex and you're pals with Sun and Moon.

This chapter contains: - Major blorbo damage (no one dies tho) - Mortal peril with a sense of urgency (i promise no one dies lmao) - Gore question mark?? Robot gore? - General feelings of anxiety and urgency - Some good ol' hurt / comfort - Happy ending

Ao3 link here

Let me know if i should add anything else! I believe that's all, enjoy!

WAIT one more thing actually lmao if you happen to like this sort of deep dive into how Sun & Moon work, go read ShiraCheshire's fic 'I See You Sundrop!' Its really really good and has lots of nifty little tidbits like this about all the bots :D

Ok now I'm done lmao enjoy!

You were already on your way to the daycare when a new repair task appeared on your list. You got a ping for it, since it was in your area and you were in work mode instead of rest mode, used for when you were on your way back to the nest for a recharge.

This repair would have you leaving the walls, though you'd be up in the rafters above the daycare. You didn't mind the rafters, they were actually very similar to the walls to your pathfinding, long narrow paths with dim lighting. The empty air around the beams looked the same to you as the sturdy concrete walls did, just empty void your program didn’t need to worry about defining. Its just that the 'walls' here were a little more dangerous to touch.

The exit port was a little slow to register you coming near. You reached up and cleared the dust from the sensor with a paw before stepping through. Wasting no time, you scurried along the beam towards the mechanism in need of repair, some sort of wire reel that could roll along the underside of the beams. You wanted to make this repair quickly so you could hang out with your pals Sun and Moon like you did every night when the tasks were done and you weren't busy.

You glanced over the edge of the beam you were scampering along, wondering if you could spot your tall friend and maybe even get his attention, let him know you'd be down to hang out in a jiffy. The lights were off, you noted, which meant Moon would be out.

Usually Moon would be slinking around, reorganizing toys or leaving little pranks for Sun. You couldn't see any motion.

You reached the wire reel and stopped to carefully lower your tail over the edge of the beam. You flashed the light at the end of your tail a few times, not speaking with Morse code like usual, but just trying to grab Moon's attention, wherever he was. You peered over the edge, but you still couldn't spot him.

You were about to give up and focus on your task when a light caught your eye. You set your paws carefully on the edge of the beam and angled your head straight down.

Directly below the wire, two dull red lights glowed back up at you. You recognized the lights of Moon's eyes, but you almost didn't recognize what they were attached to.

For a moment you could only stare as you processed the sight of Moon's horribly damaged frame. Both halves of it. Then you were moving, as fast as your four little legs would carry you, back across the beam and towards the wall port.

Moon had looked… really bad. There were pieces of him scattered all around, and it looked like he'd been torn apart at the chest. He hadn't been moving at all… but his eye lights had turned on after you'd flashed your tail light; he must be awake and aware enough to have tried to get your attention. This provided enough comfort to last you the insufferably long path down through the walls to the floor of the daycare.

Bursting through the wall port, you at last dashed across the familiar padded floor towards Moon. The sight of the damage up close nearly caused your footing to stutter, your processors working overtime as a thousand things ran through your head. Most of them something along the lines of 'OH NO' and 'HOW DID THIS HAPPEN' and 'AHHHHH'.

You flashed your tail frantically as you neared. Slowly, Moon's face plate tilted towards you just enough for his optics to focus on you. Two sun rays poked out of his head. His eye lights were off now. You bumped into Moon's nightcap as you got up close to his chest, quickly looking over the damage and pulling up any files you could find in the database for Sun and Moon's blueprints to compare.

There was a hiss of static, and then an uncomfortably loud crackle. Then you could hear a warbly voice to your left, coming from a box slightly bigger than you, hanging halfway out of Moon's chest.

"Little rat."

You lifted your tail high enough for Moon to see. "Condition stable?" The damage was absolutely horrible, but it didn't look like anything was about to explode or anything. Still, you had to be sure.

"Yes. Not for long though."

After moving your attention back to Moon's face plate, you saw why. Moon's one remaining hand was situated under his head, almost like he was trying to act chill, like he was just laying around lazily. However, as you spotted a few wires poking out between his fingers, you realized that he was actually holding himself together with his hand.

"Things got knocked loose on impact. Back plating was previously damaged- toddler ripped off the panel earlier today. We had an appointment with the technician first thing in the morning, but I'll run out of power before then," Moon explained. "When I run out of power I'll automatically adjust to my default pose. To put it plainly, my brains will fall out."

"I will fix it," you immediately offered, already moving around what was left of Moon's chest towards his head.

"No." Moon's voice box hissed and popped as he tried to raise the volume.

You paused and stared at him. "No??"

Moon lowered his volume. His voice still warbled, but his voice box seemed to be more agreeable now. "Just get my charging cord. I don't need you poking around in my head."

You stared at Moon for a long moment. "You want me to carry your cord all the way down here."

Moon huffed. Usually he'd make an animated movement when he pretended to breathe, but now he was entirely still. "Get one of the glamrocks to do it."

"Do you have enough power left to last until I can find someone and bring them here?"

"…" Moon paused, running a calculation. He huffed again. "…Can't you summon your rat friends to help you lift it?"

You flashed your tail light at Moon rapidly, trying to get your desperation across. "It might not fit through every path in the walls. Or even the wall ports. Moon, just let me help! It's just loose things, right? That shouldn't be a problem at all."

Moon hesitated. He lay there and thought while you grew increasingly more anxious by the second.

"I don't know…" Moon mumbled quietly. "You could drag a pillow over here to set my head against so nothing spills out."

"Moon." You stomped a foot. You had half a mind to kick the severed hand sitting just behind you out of frustration. "If that even works, you'd rather loose power and trust a tech to repair you??"

"The tech would get the machine in parts and service to repair me."

"They'd still have to get you there! They might not realize they need to be careful with your head!" you argued.

"Would you want me sticking my grubby little paws in your brain??" Moon questioned. "Everything I am, all of me and Sun, is in here!"

You fought to be patient. You could understand where Moon was coming from, but you knew he was on a time limit. The stress of the situation was getting to you, and your processors had been working very hard for a few minutes now. "I trust you and Sun with all of me every time I climb into your hands. Also, my paws are not grubby." You held up your paws, then offered them out to Moon. "I know this is difficult… but I promise I'll be careful. I care about you and Sun, and I really want to help."

Moon took a moment to process what you'd said. "…I didn't even realize…" He looked between you and the severed mechanical hand behind you. Finally, a sigh hissed out of his voice box. "You promise you'll be careful?"

"Yes, of course," you assured.

Moon deliberated for another agonizing moment.

"…Okay. Alright. Get your totally not grubby paws over here."

As you scurried toward Moon's face plate, he very slowly angled his head to the side centimeter by centimeter, keeping his hand firmly over the back of it. The rim of his face plate scraped quietly against the padded floor. One of the two protruding sun rays caught for half a second on the padding, and Moon paused to adjust before continuing. Once he'd turned his face plate over entirely, leaving the backside of it facing upright, he gently lifted his hand, going even slower than he had turning his head.

You climbed up onto the back casing. The entirety of Sun and Moon was on display before you. Everything that mattered, anyways.

You focused, taking yourself off the network for a moment so you wouldn't be interrupted or distracted. You scanned through pages of downloaded technical manuals and blueprints and notes from the most recent fixes and procedures Sun and Moon had undergone. Once you had a decent idea what Moon's head was supposed to look like, you started looking for anything that was wrong. You spied several loose things, as Moon had said. A few wires were a little frayed and would need to be replaced soon, but that wasn't essential.

Closest to you at the back of the head was a long black box, a complex music box you had a single schematic of, each key able to be struck independently for complex and improvised songs. This had been knocked loose from its frame and was resting precariously on a few thin wires, pulling them taught. These wires you could see went from one of the main circuit boards at the heart of everything out to Moon's eyes. You carefully set your paws on the side of the box and slowly pushed, creating a comforting amount of slack in the wires. You didn't set it back into place just yet- it was in your way, and you needed to safely extract it to get at a few more loose things.

Sitting above some very vital chips was the spool system that controlled Sun's triangle rays. The rays were each situated between two rollers on a track, the rollers connected via a thin line, and that line connecting with a line that fed into the spools. When a spool drew a line in, it would pinch the rollers together and cause the ray to slide into the head. The rays were layered slightly to allow overlap. The spool system was complex enough to allow any individual ray to be drawn in at a time, or several or all at once. The rays and their roller were all situated in a special panel between the front face plate and the back covering, and this panel was able to rotate a few degrees both directions, giving Sun's rays that swaying bouncing animation.

Two of the lines had snapped and were tangled haphazardly around the chips below the spools, threatening to pull something loose if anything moved the wrong way and pulled the strings even a little. You reached your paws in and very gently began to untangle the lines. You didn't have any replacement line, and you didn't think your electrical tape you kept stored in your chest compartment would be of much use, so you removed all of the line entirely, figuring it would be best to just let a tech replace the line later. You severed the excess line with your teeth, then called up and stored the line away for later disposal, which happened to look like you were eating it. Any excess electrical bits you replaced always went to a little compartment conveniently where a regular rat's stomach would be, the compartment's opening being your mouth, for convenience. And so the line was gobbled up, and you moved on to the next issue.

"How's it going back there, little rat?" You heard Moon's voice box call from back outside.

You considered how to reply for a moment. Your tail wouldn't reach all the way around the back of Moon's head to his face, and his optics were currently busy with the floor anyways. You eyed the triangular sun ray you were currently leaning on. Each ray had a line of tiny sensors along their edges, so they could signal the spools to pull them in if something got too close to a ray. Since this particular ray was already inside the head, tripping a sensor wouldn't do much of anything besides tell Moon that something was near it.

You pat a paw over the sensor in quick little taps, some longer than others. You tapped out a little Morse code message to Moon this way.

"Going well. Making good progress. Nothing looks too bad, you were right, just loose things."

"Good. Okay. Hurry it up, will you?"

As if you weren't going as fast as you could already while still being careful. You paused as you considered that Moon was likely feeling very anxious right now. He was laying in shambles, trusting you completely to fix him and Sun. All he could do was lay there and hope you would not only finish before he shut down, but also not make anything worse.

You tapped out another quick message. "Almost done. Everything will be okay."

You heard no response from Moon as you quickly moved on. Processors lined the space around the outside edge, mostly hidden by orange triangles. These were hot to the touch, but you were being extremely careful. Closer to the center were neat little rows of computer chips and circuit boards. Two of these had come loose, but thankfully no wires had been pulled out. You righted these with little issue.

Lastly were the loose wires dangling out of the back of Moon's head. You’d been worried that these were some of the wires that connected up in a tight bundle to the apparatus that connected Moon’s neck to his head. The wire reader box was complex, allowing the entire face plate to spin without tangling or pulling at any of the wires in his neck. Hooking wires back up to it would be an ordeal.

Luckily, you quickly realized that the wires that were loose were not especially vital. These wires connected up to the smell receptor at the very front of Moon’s head. You couldn't reach that without taking out the spool system and adjusting a few circuit boards, but luckily you could see from here that everything was still connected properly on the smell receptor's end.

You were decent at soldering. Not as good as some other rats, but you usually did a good enough job. Better than most humans, anyways. Once you'd gotten the wires into place, soldering them back into where they'd been tugged loose was easy. Your teeth extended as they heated up. They were your iron, and your solder was stored in short lengths in your arm, where you could pull some out from a finger. You had the wires back in place in no time.

After pushing the music box in place at last with a satisfying snap and doing one last little check of everything, you were satisfied to see your work here was done. Everything righted, nothing loose, nothing in danger. You would prefer to put a cover over the back of Moon's head, but you knew he'd lost the panel earlier. You climbed out and hopped down, giving Moon's arm a pat so he knew you weren't still on or in his head.

Carefully, Moon lifted his head, slowly turning his face back upwards.

"Done? Everything went well?" Moon asked.

"That's right," you blinked at him. You scurried over to his hat and pulled it over into grabbing range. "I know you don't have a panel to cover the back, so your cap will have to do for now."

Moon took the cap, gripping it tightly in his fist. He brushed his thumb over it for a moment, studying the cap carefully. He looked back down at you.

"…Thank you."

You lifted your chin. "You're welcome."

Moon pulled his night cap on, taking a moment to get it properly in place with one hand. You glanced around at the mess again, now with a little less urgency.

"What happened here, anyways??" you questioned.

Moon sighed. "…Was gonna prank Sun. I hooked myself up to the wire and had it bring me all the way up. Was gonna turn the lights on and give him a harmless spook to wake up to us dangling up high in the air. Wire reel broke right as I got all the way up. Hook came right off the reel, still attached to me so I couldn't retract the ring it was hooked to. Heavy hook turned me back down, and I landed on my back. Like a spike in a log, the hook and the ring shot through my chest, split me right in half."

"Wow. That's… horrible." Now that you were looking for it, you could see the hook in question buried in the mess of scrap in Moon's chest. "The wire reel just broke??"

Moon hummed. "Not many human techs around to do maintenance checks. The ones that come in during the day just fix what's broken and that’s it. Been a real long time since anyone’s taken a look at the wire, and Sun and I barely use it these days."

"I see…" You made a mental note to discuss adding maintenance checkups where possible to general task lists, for any rats out of tasks and looking for things to do.

"This is what I get for pulling pranks, I guess." Moon sighed. The fingers of his still connected hand tapped idly on the padded flooring. "It'll probably take the machine all day to fix me. They'll have to close the daycare for the day."

"I'm sorry. If I could get you down there now, I would. I could try fixing up what I can in your torso so maybe the repairs won't take as long?"

"No, that's alright. With that stuff, the machine might have to undo your work anyways connecting me back up." Moon paused. "You've done enough for me tonight anyways."

"I wish I was big enough to carry you like you carry me."

Moon huffed a laugh. "Giant repair rat. That sure would be something."

You stayed with Moon until he lost power a few minutes later. He quietly thanked you one last time before shutting down, shifting into his default pose. You stuck around the rest of the night, just in case, sitting vigilant over him and the daycare until morning came.

Your own battery was running pretty low by the time a human technician came to investigate the major damage alerts. You stayed near the security desk, watching the tech carefully maneuver Moon and all his parts onto a long rolling platform. They scowled at the tears in the padded flooring before grabbing hold of the platform's handles and pushing Moon off towards parts and service.

Once you were sure Moon was in good hands, you trudged off towards your charging nest. You got back on the network just long enough to mention your maintenance checkup idea before powering down to charge.

When you woke, the other rats had already accepted the proposal and worked out a zone based schedule. You had a few tasks waiting for you, but you ignored them for now. You made your way down through the walls to parts and service.

It had only been a few hours, but you wanted to check up on Sun and Moon, make sure the repairs were coming along okay. You were relieved when you arrived to see a tech typing dutifully away at the computer here while the enormous cylindrical repair machine hummed away, arms swinging this way and that as it put your friends back together again. It looked like everything was going well.

It seemed you'd have your friends back in working order in no time. Satisfied and assured, you stepped back into the walls. You would see Sun and Moon again tonight, but for now, you had work to do.

#eyndr tells a story #fnaf sb #fnaf sb fanfic #fnaf au i think i smell a rat #i think i smell a rat #fnaf y/n #moondrop #fnaf dca #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #oneshot #i hope the ending isnt too meh? i finished this last night and was so excited to post #now im thinking hmm maybe i could had them meet up again at the end after repairs are done?#man i knew i shoulda sat on it for a day or two but im way too impatient lmao #its probably fine #i do this every time i post something :P 'oh but what if i did this or added this'#just let it be Eyndr!!! ok i really gotta go eat something no more tag rambling for me lmao bye

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