@prefrcntal || starter call.
This is a real fucking mess.
Steven knows the company's official position--Fazbear Entertainment denies any wrongdoing, it's all just rumor and speculation, blah blah blah. That's fine for the public, and even for the part-time employees, but it's not like Steven can lie to himself that everything's fine and dandy. Freddy's is dangerous. Again.
"Thank you so much for coming, sir," Bell says for what has to be the fifth time, his expression flickering between something entirely blank and a twitchy, anxious smile. He's not usually this jumpy, but the new location has begun to fall apart in a matter of days, and he feels like he's drowning in a sea of technical issues he can't hope to understand.
"I, uh, would have called Mr. Afton, of course, but everyone says you're the one to ask when it comes to the animatronics." And William has been off lately in a way that Bell can't quite pin down.
"The kids love them, there's no problem there, but I think there's something wrong with their facial recognition? And the night mode, but it's happening during the day, too, so... yeah. I don't know."
His nerves quiet for a moment, overpowered by sheer exhaustion, and he sways slightly on his feet as he leads Mr. Emily inside. If this doesn't work, nothing will, so--
"I just hope you can figure out what's wrong."










