"Hello? Hello, hello? Uh, you've reached Fazbear Entertainment Employee Support and Service. This call center is not intended to provide legal advice; if you are calling to request legal counsel, just, y'know, hang up and redial the right number."
Boy, it's been a while since anyone's actually called. Steven still has full days of work, of course-- there's a surprising amount of paperwork that goes into the upkeep of the old location and the managing of the company's remaining assets-- but it's usually spent in quiet solitude with only his own chatter or the occasional "just calling to check in" from Ms. Afton.
If someone's actually calling for advice, that means Freddy's must have found itself a new guard. ...which means Bob must have taken an early retirement. It's a real shame, actually-- he had been doing so well.
It's always tough to hear about the passing of another security guard. Steven knows it could very well have been him stuffed into one of those suits if Mr. Afton hadn't been sentimental enough to shuffle him into this new position a month or two after closing. Steven knows the guy must miss the old Freddy's; retaining Bell as a member of staff in a position in which he's not likely to get killed is probably some sort of strange attempt at preserving how things used to be. Keeping his old manager safely tucked away like a souvenir, or something.
It's a little creepy, but Steven's sure not complaining. ...at least he still gets paid.
"So, um." Steve swivels in his chair, shifting to hold the phone receiver between his ear and shoulder so he can pick at his nails.
"What can I do for you?"
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