Paul had arrived to the underground facility in a fake technician uniform.
Soon he found a conveyer belt, where Carol had sat. He stared at her for hours, knowing that somehow his mom was in that thing. Yet he didn't know how it was possible
"Look what he did with you" He finally spoke up "I remember you being so pretty, but now he made you into this. Somehow he put your soul into this. You're ugly as shit"
That's when he heard a familiar voice speak up
"This is the scooping room"
Paul jumped "Bella?"
"This is where Carol is about to get scooped" The voice said, ignoring Paul.
Paul frantically shook his head and ran over to Carol "No no no no no no"
As the conveyer belt started to move, he took a seat to the left of her.
"Mom I don't know how I know it's you, but part of me just knows" He paused to sob "I think about you everyday. You were the best mom I could ever ask for. I take inspiration from you when I'm raising my boy. Oh yeah, I'm a dad. He's three. And I'm married to a boy. I knew you would never mind that, you were always a big ally"
Paul sobbed more. He had never properly cried about his mom "Dave's dead. So is Bella, but I think you knew that. So is Frank. I think Gerard would like them. I'm not sure about Bella though" He paused again, then kissed the animatronic on her cheek "I love you. You would've been a great grandma"
Then Carol was scooped by this weird ass machine. Yet he didn't focus on that. He focused on the silhouette of an animatronic standing behind the glass to the scooping room.
"Hey Paul"
It was Bella's voice again wtf.
"Bella?"
"We wanna get out of here, Paul. But we can't when we look like this"
"Yeah I get that. That's pretty relatable"
"So would you do us a favor?"
Paul nodded "Sure I mean I'm already depressed as shit anyway"
"Just stay still"
Paul nodded and giggled to himself. He felt insane. He felt-
Empty. He was empty. All his insides were scooped.
Yet he didn't die. His soul was still in his body, and only some of his guts were ripped out.
To replace them, a bunch of animatronic parts crawled in and controlled him. Kinda cray cray tbh.
Paul found himself on a suburban street, walking involuntary.
Then he stopped when he reached a sewer drain. He collapsed to the cement.
"Cummy cupcake" he heard Bella's voice say, before he threw up the animatronic stuff.
HE LITERALLY LOOKED LIKE A PANCAKE BUT WAS STILL ALIVE SOMEHOW AND HONESTLY SLAY.
***
Unknown time
Paul stood above the debris. He could smell his father, practically hear his laughter.
"Father, it's me, Paul. I did it. I found it. It was right where you said it would be. They were all there. They didn't recognize me at first. But then, they thought I was you. And I found her. I put her back together, just like you asked me to. She's free now. But something is wrong with me. I should be dead, but I'm not. I've been living in the shadows. There's only one thing left for me to do now. I'm going to come find you"
Because the dead never really die
End of Act 3
Act 4 coming August 3rd, 2022

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Five Nights at Talking Tom's With Paul Dano
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