"March third, 1987," Tesla wrote. She had been keeping a journal about all that happened. The days were growing long, and she was getting a little bit stir crazy.
"Got it!" Trip exclaimed triumphantly. "I finally figured out how to control the animatronics."
Everyone rushed up to the panel he was at. He was looking through Foxy's camera, practicing the controls as Foxy performed onstage.
Meanwhile, as Foxy was performing, a familiar face was seen in the crowd. She was doing a calibration, making sure that everything worked.
"Wait, that's Blown Fuse!" Yelled Axle. Everyone gasped. "Make Foxy attack her!" Axle kept yelling.
"Axle, think this through," Hazard said nervously, but it was no use. Axle grabbed at the controls.
Everyone looked in confusion at Foxy as he started to dance spasmodically. Fuse knew that something was wrong. Her scan concluded that someone has hacked the robot.
Axle now had full control of Foxy and was blinded by rage.
Fuse saw Foxy heading for her and grabbed the closest thing to use as a shield: a gray pegasus filly with a golden mane and bubbles on her flank.
What happened after that was a blur: Foxy's lunge, the blood spewing, the unconscious filly with a newly visible brain.
"You idiot!" Hazard yelled. "What were you thinking!?"
"Fuse was an open target! I didn't expect her to do something like that!"
"Even if you did kill her, no pony knows that she killed us! They'll just get suspicious about the animatronics! And now, Fuse is alive and well and a filly is barely alive!"
Arguing broke out among everyone, except for two of the ponies.
Trip examined the computers, viewing the codes and transmissions through his right eye, and internally gasped. Not only had Fuse, who had slipped away from the ruckus, noticed that the systems had been hacked, she had transmitted a message of what had happened throughout Equestria. Why? No other pony had the technological capabilities of himself and his mother, as far as he knew. What if this was something bigger and more complex than he thought? Fuse always claimed that she was "pushing buttons" when she did something suspicious, but Trip always dismissed it as madness. Yet, she always seemed too focused to be purely insane. Had he been foolish enough to overlook her true motive? What WAS her true motive? These questions cycled through his mind, blocking out the fierce arguing.
Tesla eyed Trip from the edge of the room. What was his problem? The incident was disturbing, but it seemed like something else was bothering him. Tesla then remembered the mind-reading spell she learned to see if anyone knew anything about her sister that they weren't telling her. She focused, but nothing came to her. Did she not do the spell right? No... Trip's brain was half-computer; it's not like reading the mind of a normal pony. Tesla performed the spell again, this time with an electric spell. Suddenly, thoughts that weren't her own came to her. Trip's thoughts. He was worried, something about his mother... Not being alone? This being an intricate plot of some sort?
Tesla's eyes snapped open. No wonder Trip was on edge. They may be dealing with a network of sorts. Tesla wouldn't say anything; she could tell that Trip wanted to keep this secret. But she knew that Mirage and the others would have to know sooner or later, before Fuse and anyone who's alongside her finds out about them.