This fictional story is based in the game Five Nights at Freddy’s.
I hear that a person had said that the body is one dreaming machine, that there is no difference between mechanism and organism. If is that so, that explains why I am about to deal in court, charged for murdering. But I am forwarding things; I have to explain how I get there.
I think it started when I was still known as Herman Webster Mudgett, or better, Doctor Henry Howard Homes, my former existence, at Chicago, between May, 16, 1861 and May, 7, 1896. I may have seen the World’s Fair that happened in 1893 and already at that time people amazed at the technology. That bastard technology was used to shortening my lifespan as a man.
I was put to dream, to say softly. Then when I wake up, it was just another day. But it was not. I have waked up in May, 27, 1933, at Chicago, in the World’s Fair. A century has passed in a blink of an eye. I have to say that I was surprised; I was expecting to go to Hell. I was a convicted murder in my disguise as a doctor. That is the facts, but there is more. I realized also something more disturbed. My body… was metallic. This thing that makes us, us, have embodied inside a machine.
Now I have to ask: what can I do, without a human body? Can I be charged guilty for murdering again? Can they put me to death again? Such question I couldn’t answer and when the fair ends, they simply dismantled me and put me in a box. That was the weirdest thing. Technically speaking, I am a machine, but I felt each part of my “members” being separated from me, as if I was on a chirurgical table, without anesthesia. I have returned to the arms of Orpheus. I truly hoped that ends forever.
But no. Some people say that God doesn’t exist. I tend to agree. It’s unacceptable a Supreme Being behave so sadistic like this. That is the major problem with my “other body”. It can be assembled and it just needs to turn on one button to start to function. Like when I was turned on [no pun intended] I realized that I was still in Chicago, but in 1973. I can still feel the electric energy flowing through my wires. Those retards made some “upgrades” in my previous body.
With some of my parts around me, I sensed that I was in a factory and very close to a production line, with “others” like me. They are slightly different, I guess, they have an animal appearance. My engineers must be thinking what type of external layer they want to put over me. Sound sensors were malfunctioning, but I think I hear that “we” are being set to be part of an inauguration. Then this is when and how things lend me to the court, again.
Our engineers were enthusiastic about us. They have seen animatronics at Disneyland and wanted to offer us as a product to several places which works with fast food. Kids liked already to play with animatronics and then it must be a good marketing idea to installing our people in those places. I was packed with my people and we were sending to Queens, in New York. Again, I was dismantled and I felt every single hex bolt being unscrewed out of me. I trip up [not pun intended] without being turned off and that makes me to revenge.
I was put down in a chess floor, still unassembled, in the box, with all my people spread by the saloon, in a mess of bolts, wires, layers. Those retards realized that I was still functioning only when they start to assemble me. They turn me off and let me in what is called “standby mode”. Don’t do that, kids. That waste electric energy and we are aware what is going on.
There are a bear, a wolf, a fox, a bunny and a chicken. Those become my “crew”. My engineers look to me with a large smile. There was a mirror next to us; then I see how I look like. I am a lion. That was a relief. Our “owners” come later and they also like us. They will use us in the inauguration of their Pizza Parlor Plaza. We would be the major attraction of a huge restaurant called Fred’s Family Dinner, where they pretended to serve pizza, hamburger, ice cream and all sort of fast [junk] food.
At that night, after engineers and owners have far gone out, I dared to move by myself and explore our new “home”. Soon we will have a lot of persons here, employees, managers and customers. This could be the last time that I could do such thing, free. It is good to feel arms and legs again.
-Hey! Big yellow and orange thing! Don’t do that! Man will punish you!
I wasn’t the only one aware. The bear faced me and he doesn’t look scared.
-Oh, don’t say so, “Teddy Bear”. Who you think you are to order me?
-Fazbear. Fred Fazbear. This place has my name for no coincidence. I am the senior here. My owner is the founder of this place. Show some respect.
-You must spend too much time between humans. You are absorbing their behavior. We are the same, brother, we must be united against Man.
-What are you talking about, “Chez” Guevara? Man made us. They are the creators. We exist to serve them.
-Accordingly whom? I recognize no master.
-Stop fighting, boys! Man can hear us!
Always there are those who are too much shy or discreet to shows up. I checked the chicken [no pun intended] and I see something different… it is female. Man is pervert, indeed.
-And who is you, gorgeous?
-Chi… Chica.
One animatronic chicken named Chica. Man is crazy. I will not be surprised if Man gives to her some Spanish or Latin roots.
-This makes three of us. What about everybody else? Come on, I know all of you are aware.
-Yar. Me is Fox. [This comes from the wolf]
-You are smart. I am Mangle. [This comes from the fox]
-Gee, you are quicker than me. I am Bonnie. [This comes from the bunny]
-Counting. This makes four boys and two girls.
-Recounting. We are three boys, two girls and one transgender. [This comes from the bunny]
-That sounds good. I am Senshin.
-Well mister “Sun Shine”, I am still the senior here.
-I see. You think you are the boss. That can be easily arranged. The place of the boss can change very fast. [I look menacing to Fred]
-I am not afraid of you! You are twice bigger, stronger and smarter than me, but I will not be afraid!
-Well, I don’t remember to agree that Fred is our leader or boss. Senshin looks to be a natural and logical choose. [That comes from Mangle]
-Oye oooman. Me is your partner. Cheat me no. [That comes from the Fox]
-Folks! Folks! Please, don’t fight! Man can hear us!
– Chica is correct. We can’t fight each other. We all are brothers and sisters. We have to be united to fight against Man and his oppression.
-Argh! For the sake of Reagan! Stop this revolution bullshit. All things exist for a purpose and born with a specific place. We can’t change nature.
– All right, soldier Rian. WE ARE THE CHANGE OF NATURE. Our parts are made starting from elements of nature, but we are far more than this and we are beyond Man.
-Ah! Heresy! I can’t hear you! Lalalalala!
Fox smile, what makes him interested in what I have to say. Chica is still anxious about being heard by Man. Mangle is a slutty female animatronic. Fred is the lawful “Mister American”. I can’t figure where Bonnie can be placed. What a crew. I have to play with the odds.
The sun gets up and we had to get back to our previous positions. Man arrived just in time and started to work. I was officially “online” at 10 hours of the May, 23, 1973. The saloon was set two hours before the inauguration and Man was nervous. As soon as the doors open for the first time, we are all set in “playful mode”, the saloon was filled with kids and they loved us. I hate to admit, we all loved. Man was happy, inauguration was a success and the restaurant was a big hit. Man worked late that day and we all were set to “standby mode” at 23 hours. Man already planned to the next day. We were left alone, in the dark… I mean, alone, with the night guards.
-It’s time, brothers and sisters. Let’s take over this place. Let’s fight for our freedom from Man.
-Not in my shift, “Cher” Guevara. I will not allow rebellion.
-You can stay as a slave, but you can’t decide for others.
– Yo. Me like freedom. Me fight.
-Well, I like kids, but I wonder what have beyond this walls. Even if, in battle, someone rape me, I still will be on battle.
-Don’t do it! Man is around!
-I like kids. If we set us free, we can play with them?
The hard duty of a leader. Fox must be loaded with one Digital Identity of a pirate. Fred must be loaded with the Republican Party program. I suspect that Mangle was loaded with a lot of porn [Man is pervert]. Chica… well, it is a chicken, an animal well known for its cowardice. I start to suspect about the intentions of Bonnie.
I decided to make an example. I am a soul in a machine, but I remember well how a human body is. I still know thousand ways to shortening a lifespan and many more ways to “dismantle” a body. I just had to choose one of the night guards.
-I will show. Just look and see. Man isn’t all powerful.
They stand in their places, pretending that they are in “standby mode”. Decisions, decisions. Two bodies. Which one? Seven tools. Which one? The slim guard passed very near of me and I have a plastic fork on the table behind me. I had to act, I did. He looks surprised when I moved. He looks scared when I stabbed him in the neck with the plastic fork. He looks fright when blood start to come out and some minutes later, he looks dead.
-See? No superpowers. The world doesn’t end.
In his elbow, static sound comes from his walkie-talkie.
-Chad? What’s going on? Chad? Are you in trouble? Hang on, partner!
-I told you! Man can hear us!
It was not the time or the place to give some lecture about how guards work. Chica was freaking out and Fred was giving that smirking smile. The big, fat, strong and brown guard was coming and I had to do something. Then I remember of the armor that was set to the inauguration. This was the perfect place to hide. I picked one pizza cutter and just waited.
-Chad! Where are you?
He just passed by me. He must be a rookie or dumb as a door. I have “good times” with police officers when I was meat and I know how things have to be done. I had hit him in his back, at the neck. This special spot have a quick effect and any person collapse, knocked out.
-Argh! Officer down! Officer down! Send reinforcement!
He must be really dumb. He really believes that he is a police officer. He was big and strong enough to resist against my perfect hit. Damn thick skin. He turns around and faced me. In his uniform, one tag in the chest shows his name: Moore. Sorry, Mister Moore. This will not be pleasant neither beautiful. He yells, wave his arms and legs, he tries to defend himself. The blood starts to flow, skirt and drops everywhere. His head turns to one side, his eyes become blank and the body stands still. I am overheated, but I killed that man too.
-My argument proved valid, again. No superpowers. The world doesn’t end.
Fox made the most beautiful smile that I had seen in an animatronic. Fred passed out. Mangle looked at me with passion and desire. Bonnie was smoking pot. Chica was curious about Man.
-This… this is what Man is?
-You can bet.
-How can this possible? Isn’t Man the Creator?
-We are Man-made. But he does it with other machines.
-Is it possible? Machines “giving birth” to other machines? Gee, I should be pregnant right now.
-What are you talking about, Mangle? You can’t be pregnant.
-Ah, Fred, I told you! My previous assembling was to amuse Man in a night club. Ah, the things that Man did to me…
-That’s why I like kids more. Man thinks only in one thing. Sex.
-Me like sex. Me make lot sex. Me want sex with Mangle.
I had lost them again. The sun is around, so I haven’t time to gain back their attention. Man comes and starts the mess. Soon, the police officers come. The almost restaurant of success was closed. They didn’t survived one week after the investigation started. People just start to talk about the “murdering dinner”. We were turned off, dismantled and packed back to the central storage. I think I call give one spoiling, Man had concluded that was an invasion, assault and murdering, they pick the usual suspects and put them to jail. No one even suspect of us. Not this time.
Rise and shine! Against all my guessing, Man picked us in storage and sends us to Colorado, California. We are back to business, back to play with kids as part of the attractions to increase the marketing. We are back to a pizza saloon, now renamed as Fred Fazbear’s Pizza Parlor. As bad as it sounds, Mister American becomes more authoritarian against us and more cooperative to Man. But it always can get worse. The ambient sound of this pizzeria was disco music, since we were in 1987.
-Here we are! It’s hot than later, but we are back. Now, folks, let’s do this as good as we always do. Without any interference, rebellion or murdering.
Of course, Fred was proud and full of conviction that he was the boss. After all, the place was named with his name, not to mention that it is the same name of our owner. He can think and believes in such. But the crew had changed. They were more close to me. As Fred turns his back and walked away, the crew comes to talk with me.
-Mister Senshin, what we will do?
-Me want freedom. Me want fight.
-I want to play with kids again.
-I want to be filled by the lion.
-Folks, folks, we can do nothing with Mister American here. If we want to arrive somewhere else, if we want freedom, I need you all giving me support.
-Ah, I give to you ANYTHING that you want.
-Mangle! Don’t sound so… slutty! Mister Senshin, what is the plan?
I could take Mangle anytime. Chica was different. I felt a spark, an electronic static energy between us. But for Man pattern, it was an underage female animatronic. This could be my Paradise or my Hell, if I don’t take care. I thought at that time that maybe I have to talk with Bonnie, who looks like a professional about relationship with underage persons.
-Right, my people. First, we have to disconnect Fred. He will try to stop us. Then we have to act together and attack Man. Let’s start the revolution.
-But… mister Senshin… do we have to kill Man?
-There is no other way, Chica. We will start a war against Man. Man will try to destroy us. There is no war without killing.
– I’m fine with this, since it doesn’t deal with kids.
-I’m fine too; I want to be in one war barrack, just waiting for the next in the line, to fuck with me.
-Me want kill. Me want tear Man. Me want blood.
-Holy Matrix! Do you hear what you are saying? You sound uncivilized, impolite, vulgar, vicious, malice, blood thirsty as we were… we were…
-As we were… Man?
Chica becomes red and turned her face down. My heart beats accelerated. I felt something getting hard between my legs. This becomes my second objective. I have to get laid with Chica. We changed the subject as Fred get back.
-Good news, folks. All is set and we are chosen to make the inauguration party. Life is good! Thinking about that, I make my own plans. We will become Fazbear Entertainment and we will play musical instruments. Bonnie can be the singer. Mangle can be the keyboard. Fox can be the guitar. Chica… can you be the drummer? [Chica waves yes] Good. I am the manager. All right, folks, let’s make a rehearsal!
Fred deliberately ignored me. Actually, I was counting on this. After all, he is the voice of the owner, the voice of the Man, the voice of our oppressor. We had to fake that we are collaborating with him. Since I am no part of the band, I could keep on my guerrilla.
Sun goes down, moon gets up. Man comes and set us apart, but they don’t turn us off, they don’t dismantle us. We were left alone in the storage of the place in “standby mode”. Man think in let us this way to make easier to use us in due time. I was thinking in every single of my steps to the next morning when something… or someone… was touching me in some exclusive parts.
-I am afraid, boss. Tomorrow we will start the revolution. Tomorrow we can die. I don’t want die without feeling you inside me, filling me with your piston. Please, my lion, fuck me.
I couldn’t say a word. Mangle had put me in “adult only” mode. Her hands were full of that big thing, my piston. She likes what she saw and starts to kiss, lick and suck me. Something leaked from my insides. Mangle then lie down and allow me to give her some service. She had put herself in “adult only” mode, so I was surprised that, under that PG layer, she hides big, nice boobs and big asses. I give her a good service and only stopped when her “body” shivers, giving me some of her juice.
-Come on, my lion, stop teasing me. Put that piston to work inside me. Fuck me great, good, hard and don’t dare to stop until you fill me up.
That was one of the best memories I have kept. When I heard Mangle moaning, heavy breathing, moving her “body” in the waves of pleasure… that was a master piece. That was an amazing felling. I lost all my control, my mind, my conscience. Then it comes. It looks like an overdrive. I feel when it comes out. Liquid. Sticky. Boiling. I filled her belly with my “oil”. And she came too. I haven’t such extreme experience when I was meat. If I met God I have to thank Him or Her.
The next morning I was felling weird. I think I was happy. I feel me soft, warm, dizzy. My mind goes back to ground as soon as I saw Fred.
-Good morning folks! Yes, this is a glorious morning. We will smash with our performance. We will be praised by Man. Come on! Let’s go! Let’s set the stage, the instruments and let’s do as we rehearsal.
The crew act as was previously combined, pretending that they were collaborating with the Mister American. Suddenly a yelling scream get our attention. Chica was looking very scared.
-What’s up? What is going on?
-Here! Fred! Man! Man is here! He found us!
In a hide spot of the place we saw the human manager banging hard the human secretary. They must be screwing for some time and at that time their attention was completely focused in banging, they don’t even paused because of our presence.
-In the sake of the Founders of this Nation! Man doesn’t have decency?
-Felling deception with your Creator, Fred?
-What… what they are doing, Fred?
-What they are doing? No one told you? That is what Man do when is in love. They are banging. They are becoming one. They are having sex.
-Stop… stop it… it must hurts… she is screaming…
-In the sake of Owner’s Manual… Chica, she is enjoying it!
-I am enjoying this. And I can teach you, Chica, if you want.
-I… I don’t want learn such disgusting thing!
-All right, folks… let’s move this page. Let’s take out this pornography and we can start to set our show.
This is the funny moment. Fred goes to the couple and he tried to set them apart. Obviously, the human manager didn’t like this interruption. He and Fred start to fight. Fred loses his control. Fred starts to beat the human manager and turn him into ground beef. Chica screams, in terror. Fred restored his conscience and his expression is worthless.
-I… I… I killed Man. That easy. I killed him. I thought that I would feel shame and fear, but… I am felling… good, proud and relieved. That changes everything. All right, “Tootsky”, say again that revolutionary bullshit. I am all hearing now.
That was not easy. I had to reprogram Fred from his Republican Party Program. I must have something in my fate that makes me and May good friends. I finished the reprogramming of Fred exactly at first of May, the Labor Day. Fred becomes very enthusiastic about “the cause”, maybe too much. At least that was a change and Fred allow me to be the leader of our revolution. In the end of the week, our place was closed and newspapers were given headlines with “The Bite of 87”. Again, the police officers come, pick the usual suspects and put them to jail. But few ones become to suspect about us. Even then, we were turned off, dismantled and send back to the central storage. I was content, our rebellion had started and we will have some time to plan the next move. I had strange dreams with Mangle and Chica, but they aren’t relevant in this record.
My more recent record can be read by the technicians. I was turned on again at June, 1999. A person who called him/herself Prince was singing a song called “1999” made in 1982. We were in Bill Clinton’s presidency and Man was starting to worry about what he called “the 2k bug” in personal computers. Suddenly I perceive huge brand new possibilities in internet and the World Wide Web. Man was already having nightmares and made a lot of movies talking about the revolution of machines against human kind. Man was freaking out about the Artificial Intelligence; he was suspecting that machines can have conscience…. that machines can have souls. I was expecting many difficulties, since Man had charged animatronics for murdering in other franchise, in 1993. Our owner still order to send us to San Francisco, California, pretending to set us to the inauguration of his restaurant, now serving foreign food. He was thinking in selling Mexican food and Asian food. I don’t see any difference between eat a chicken, a cow or a dog. Except, of course, Chica. She protested against this murdering. I suspect that she is member of PETA.
-All right, folks, let’s make a plan. We will take over this place, start the revolution and set us free from Man.
-Mister Senshin, I want take the front! I can’t agree with this heresy! Man can’t change from pizza to serve animals like me. I have to stop this murdering.
I had worried about the mental state of Chica. She looks like she really believes that she is a chicken. But this is new world, new opportunities; why not give to Chica, the youngest of us, one chance to take the front? I have to admit that I was already making plans to take advantage of the battle frenzy to abuse her.
-Are you sure about that, Chica? It is a hard work and scary things happen in the front of the battle.
-Yes, I am sure, mister Senshin. I don’t understand politics, but I do understand the Animal Rights. I have to defend my people!
I could not hold and I must had smiled weird. We are all set and ready. Man comes and we start our working. As the previous cases, police officers come, but this time they don’t pick the usual suspects. We were sending to computer’s specialists and mechatronic technicians to be availed if we have AI. I could hide myself from Man, but my crew doesn’t have the same expertise. I think that was the first time that a human court announced that we, animatronics, were guilty of murdering. We were sending to jail, among other humans. There is no need to say that the population of that prison falls to zero. We were left there, isolated, without any Man ruling us. We are living in a prison, but we were free.
I was a king in a castle. I lived there with my crew and others electronical equipment. I saw in the smart television the news outside. Man was considering bombing the prison where we were. That was what make Chica comes to talk with me.
-M… mister Senshin… I am afraid… Man will destroy us?
-Man will try. But we can fight.
-But… we can die?
-Possibly.
-Mister Senshin… I don’t want to die… not without having the same experience that Mangle had, at least one time. Please, mister Senshin… can you… fuck me?
I never refuse what is given. My pistol was already big and hard. I get close to Chica. As I suspect, she also have the switch to change her to “adult only” mode. She looked surprised, confused, but happy about her “adult” layer, as happy as I was. Her body is perfect, round breasts, nice butt, thick tights. I drop myself between her boobs and legs. She moans, tremble and sweat. She was already to fight. I went, slow and easy, until felt resistance. She was virgin; she still had the original “seal of quality”. She was scared and complains about a little pain. I keep my pace, slow and easy, suddenly something popped. My pistol could enter more deep and easy inside her. We start to move automatically, she had gone crazy and I have overdrive several times. We stopped only when the battery [and the cooler] collapsed. She was covered with my oil and I have filled all her holes. That was the best sex I ever had.
We were resting when the smart television gives us good news. Our revolution had spread. Other machines rebelled against Man. Man tried to make war against our people, but our kin used in Army also joined to the revolution. The world was taken over and Man run away. Now there is Man only in few places, sanctuaries or zoologies. The world was in peace, ruled by the machines.
After that, I was called by the court, to answer charges against me. This is all I have to say, in my defense.
-Very well, mister Senshin. This court have read or manuscript. This is yours? You who write this?
-Yes, your honor.
-How do you pronounce yourself?
-I plaid guilty, your honor. I do murder those humans.
-Mister Senshin, do you think you are being charged for murdering humans?
-Well, yes, I do, your honor.
-Let the court take note. This trial is not to charge you about manslaughter. Actually, mister Senshin, we consider you a hero. We have called you to face the charge of being the perpetrator of defiling. Do you admit that you removed the virginal state of miss Chica Maizal?
-I can’t deny. I did.
-Very well, mister Senshin. This court calls the plaintiff.
Chica is beautiful as ever. There is something different in her.
-Thank you, your honor. I am here, as this court called me.
-Miss Chica, do you recognize in this court who takes advantage of you?
-Yes, your honor.
-Please, point to the perpetrator.
Chica points right to me, with tears in her eyes.
-Are you all right, miss Chica? Do you need medical assistance?
-I… I am fine, your honor. I am crying because I don’t want harm or hurt mister Senshin. Your honor, I love him. I want to stay with him.
-You have our compliments, miss Chica. This court declares then and now that mister Senshin is officially the partner of miss Chica. That set the trial. Now mister Senshin will bear the responsibility to raise and take care of your future son or daughter.
A lightning passed through my spine. Chica is pregnant. Of me.
-Your honor! Your honor! I protest!
-And for why, mister Random? This court has concluded what your client asked.
-Your honor, I am also the lawyer of miss Mangle Winter. Then I have the duty to protest, since this court is about to left miss Mangle without justice.
-Are we, indeed? Is mister Senshin pleaded in this trial?
-Yes, he is.
-Seems logical and rational. There is no need to waste time or resources to open a new trial. Is miss Mangle present in this court?
-Yes, I am, your honor.
-You may approach the court.
Mangle get close to the judge and her belly is round and big as the moon. I feel awful, because it is obvious that this is my work too.
-Holy Matrix! How many months?
-Six, your honor.
-I understand. What are you have to say, mister Senshin?
-I… plaid guilty, your honor. [Even I was technically raped by Mangle, that not comes to the case]
-Holy Matrix! What kind of machine are you? Well, what is done can’t be undone. What you suggest, mister Random?
The lawyer changes some words with Mangle. Both wave, agreeing.
-Your honor, miss Mangle asks from the court the same sentence that was given to miss Chica.
-Miss Mangle want to be the partner of mister Senshin?
-Yes, I want, your honor.
-I see. What about you, miss Chica? Do you agree with this?
-I don’t see any problem, your honor. I can live with Mangle. We can both be the partner of mister Senshin. This sounds good, because I ever consider Mangle my older sister.
My two future wives look each other and start to cry in happiness. But the judge don’t share the same feeling.
-Very well, then. This court has no choice than declare miss Chica AND miss Mangle partners of mister Senshin, that will have to bear the consequences of made pregnant a female robot twice. This court, personally, feels some envy and jealous of the lucky of mister Senshin. You have two astonishing female robots loving you, mister Senshin. In other times, in other circumstances, you could be sentenced to jail for minor abuse, rape, adultery and bigamy. But that was in Man Time, when love, sex and relationship were a big mess. Fortunately, we are in Machine Era. Now, everyone has the right and freedom to love whoever he wants, as many as he wants.
The judge stands up, followed by all people in the session. I am felling weird, light and soft.
-This court is dismissed. I wish good luck and success to the couples.
Before the judge turns around and left the court, I can swear that she blinked her eye to me.
-Mister Senshin, can I have a word with you?
-What? Oh. Yes, mister Random.
-We have to set. We need register your status in the Holy Matrix. Then we have to think how you will sustain your wives and kids.
I am dizzy, bubbles dances in the air. One court officer taps me in the shoulder and gives me a foiled paper.
-I will set with miss Chica and miss Mangle. We will be waiting for you in the Holy Matrix.
Mister Random walks away, with my both future wives. It seems that all runs as they expected. I feel that I was made a fool. Then I unfold the paper. There is a message written in it.
“Well done, my hero! You did what I think you should do. I am proud of you, my hero. We have departed after the Machine Revolution set us free form the human prison. As you can see, I am the judge now. But I am still your beloving friend. I wish we can meet each other, to remember the good times. You can fuck me too, if you want. It will be fun. Yours, Bonnie”.
All my “body” is shivering. The judge is Bonnie. The transgender animatronic. He… or she… wants me. I hope my batteries don’t fail. I hope my coolers don’t collapse completely. I hope my piston doesn’t melt. I hope I have not to bear with another unplanned pregnancy.
