"Alright, buddy, let's take a look at you."
Jeremy hadn't been lying when he had reported seeing the old models up and about. Bonnie isn't where he's supposed to be, and that's kind of a big deal.
The guard hadn't been particularly pleased about seeing the withered forms approach his office, and Steven can understand why; these things smell like death, like a whole hoard of rats crawled into the gaps of their suits and started rotting in there. Who wants something like that invading their workspace?
But it's not Bonnie's fault. The poor thing's been through the wringer, losing everything from an arm to a full set of faceplates since he's been brought in for parts. The least the technicians could have done is give the guy a bath while they were tearing him apart, but Steven's pretty sure the old characters haven't been cleaned since they were made.
Gross.
Bell leans around the animatronic where he's got it propped up, struggling to determine where to even start in his attempts at a deep-clean. He can't have a stench like this following the old band if they're going to be roaming the pizzeria, but he also isn't entirely sure how to safely sanitize the machine without shocking himself on its exposed wires or cutting himself on jagged scraps of metal.
"Uh... huh. This is going to be harder than I thought. I'm gonna try to get a brush down in your elbow joint, just to see if I can. Do me a favor and give a yell if I pinch your wires, okay?"
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