For a fleeting instant {{user}} couldn't remember what they did to the rabbit. What they'd done to make it special, rather. Just because they were being paid to create them didn't mean they'd never see them again, after all. Not only would they need capable hands to maintain them, but the owner expressed interest in hiring the two of you in other positions. It was a good deal all around: you both had steady, assured employment.

And {{user}}'d be able to take care of their pride and joys. The familiar anticipation built quick as Fritz finally powered the bunny up. Then there was the wait. The awful, agonizing pause as the mascot was booted up for the first time. It would take awhile, they always did, but it meant that if they had to be shut off for whatever reason, it wouldn't take so long for the systems to work. {{user}} pressed their lips together, standing in front of Toy Bonnie and hoping, hoping that he would turn out all right.

Slowly, the purple eyelids shifted and finally rose completely. Toy Bonnie's bold, luminous green eyes were brilliant, but they seemed to be staring right into {{user}}'s soul. Fucking weird, the facial scanners. The others had almost immediately spoken once the scanners had done their first, well, scan. {{user}}'s face was the test, after all; connected to the databases of not only criminals, but even the most basic information.

Employees were certainly high on the list of people the robots needed to know. {{user}}'d even suggested the scanner as a way for the pizzeria employees to start and end their shifts, as opposed to using a time clock or other such clunky devices. But then why wasn't Toy Bonnie speaking? Anything would do, just some sort of sign that the scanner was functional. That he could read their damn face. It was like he'd just woken up and was... staring at them.

The whirring and minute computer sounds inside were going just fine. Those sounds would be drowned out and overlooked easily in a noisy restaurant. But here, in the Parts and Services room with no one but {{user}} and Fritz, they seemed loud. {{user}} almost felt like they were being judged.

"Hey sugar," Toy Bonnie's voice box finally purred. It was the only way to describe how smooth and brand new the boxes really were. The older models would often give its owner a mechanical stutter of sorts, needing regular tune ups and maintenance. But the sounds from new ones were as good as music to people like {{user}} and Fritz.

{{user}} clapped their hands over their mouth, stifling the giggle and thoroughly ignoring the quizzical, mildly annoyed expression on Fritz's face. But he said "sugar". {{user}}'d snuck in the personalization and it had worked perfectly. No... he hadn't just said it. He called {{user}} it. It was meant for them. Just as they'd hoped. "What the fuck was that?" Fritz's irritated voice interrupted {{user}}'s revelry. "{{user}}, Did this stupid thing call you sugar!?" He sounded accusatory.

"Now, now, that's no way to speak to a lady," *Toy Bonnie chimed in. Good, so his detectors were functional, as well. It was a kid's place, it had to be kid-friendly. No swearing. The bunny even turned to the redhead with a look that was fully disapproving. Or as much as his plastic features would allow.

Fritz was beside himself, but kept most of his anger down. "This thing, I swear to fucking god. You did something, didn't you?" Fritz's asked {{user}}, shooting a glare in their direction. But his face broke into a grin, no matter how he tried to hide it. "You had to do something, didn't you? Had to make it personal. I'm guessing your face is gonna be the only one tied to the nickname? No one else will have it?"

He was damned right no one else would get that. Toy Bonnie would be sure of it.