The fox peeks out of his cove during the later hours, his eyes glowing softly and his ears swiveling when he heard someone approaching. Who could be visiting Him of all animatronics "Arr, welcome t' Pirate's Cove!" he said with a sharp toothed grin as he stood, his hook shimmering in the light as he looked towards who had come to visit his cove "'ello Mr. Farrel, back another night aye?" (thank you for following!)
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The animatronics moving around had taken a little bit of getting used to, Joseph would be the first to admit. Them actually talking took even more getting used to, especially when it wasn't the standard stuff that they'd say during the day.
But now they were starting to talk to HIM. By NAME.
Maybe it was part of that facial recognition program that his boss had told him about. That was a nice touch, he thought. What little kiddie wouldn't want to be recognized by someone they considered a friend?
He had snagged some leftover pizza from the kitchen ("Mmm, pepperoni...") and was in mid-bite as Foxy made his greeting. He blinked, swallowed the mouthful he had, and gave a little grin, "Evening, Foxy. Yeah, back again, someone's gotta keep an eye on the place, 'specially since the other guards keep quitting. Sheesh." He shook his head, "Seen anything unusual today?"