@crashedbyplane - More fnaf...
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The restaurant was closed for the day, on account of a national holiday that Aaron had long forgotten about, and he was allowed free roam during daylight hours. He knew that some animatronics at night walked the halls, and he also knew that some became hostile ( either thinking him to be an exoskeleton without a suit, or a criminal intruder who needed apprehension, or, in Lucy's case, confusing him for their MURDERER ) . Best to acquaint himself beforehand.
Before he knew it, Aaron found himself in parts and service, where Bonnie sat on a bench, awaiting a pair of helping hands. He shouldn't. He really shouldn't. But these animatronics were similar to the sister location of which he came, and he thought himself to be the most qualified. Probably an incorrect assumption.
He worked as efficiently as he could, talking to Bonnie as he went. Talking about his frustrations, of his previous place of employment, of how Bonnie deserved some better care. To him, it was falling on deaf, metallic ears. For now, he merely closed Bonnie's faceplate after adjusting the tuning of his guitar and tightening the jaw of the endoskeleton.
"Lookin' good already, Bonnie," He hummed softly, approvingly, now retrieving a large screwdriver, he began on Bonnie's left knee joint, "You remind me of my favourite animatronic from my previous workplace. Just need some work and you'll be - - Woah! Woah, Jesus!"
Was it normal for these animatronics to turn on on their own accord? Aaron jerked his hand, and the screwdriver, from the leg just in case Bonnie next decided to get up and take his hand with him him ( did animatronics have a gender? Aaron had learned to think so ) .
"Bonnie, you're in maintenance. Run the protocol," Not that Aaron was dumb enough to stay and try to force a rogue machine to comply. He'd be darting out of that door should Bonnie make a move to stand and approach him.
