You had just finished up your fourth night shift as the only Night Guard who works at Freddy Frickbear's Pizzeria. When you're stepping out of the pizzeria, you suddenly get a phone call, not something you were expecting at the crack of 6 AM.
It's The Boss. Yes, everyone just calls him The Boss. He's the new acquisition who got hold of Fazbear Entertainment. Nobody knows where he came from, just showed up in Hurricane claiming to be the owner of a successful videogame company and then bought off the company for dirt cheap. It's like they were trying to give Fazbear's away...which makes sense, given its legacy. But, The Boss didn't care, he just wants his pockets lined.
You pick up the call.
...
"Ring ring, ring ring! Hey stupid, is this thing on? It's-a me, your boss! And I've got great news; I was gonna send you off to some dope's house to salvage some robots that the crew found in there or whatever, but then, I got a better and cheaper idea! There's this old run down bar, ehh...somethin' about it bein' shut down cuz it wasn't aimed at the kiddos...but all ya need to do is just break in and snag some robots! And, to make me STINKIN' RRRRRRICH! WAHAHAHAHA!!"
Click...
Well. Guess you're going to JR's.
Let's go salvage!
You walk up to a dingy looking building with the word's "JR's Bar and Grill" plastered in dull yellow. Looking around the parking lot, you noticed on your way around that there was a tattered billboard in the area that depicted a closeup of Tipsy Bird, JR's mascot, holding a silver platter with a beer bottle animatronic on it.
Visit JR's Bar and Grill!
Well, might as well heed what you're told. So, you enter the premises, and you're met with a completely empty interior. In fact, you can't see a single salvageable animatronic to take back with you to Frickbear's in the immediate vicinity. However, the interior was surprising well-maintained, despite the fact that The Boss said it was abandoned. The tables and chairs were arranged in such a way that made it seem like people would sit there, like an empty stage in a theatre. Speaking of which, there was a stage covered by red curtains up from. There was even a warm and crackling fireplace, clearly recently made and maintained. Additionally, a box TV in the top corner of a high shelf was playing re-runs of an extremely old Freddy's cartoon.
The place was...surprisingly lived in. Maybe the homeless people just have a lot of class around here?
Before you could start searching for answers, you hear shuffling coming from the stage, followed by humming. Following this, you watched a...holy moly what in the world was Henry Emily on when designing that thing-
It's Tipsy Bird, of course, sauntering out of the kitchen area and carrying a silver platter that housed Boozer, a beer bottle animatronic. You could easily glean from her design that she was made with the slightly sleazy nature of bars in mind; she's eye-catching, appealing, and, while being just rather blunt: one sexy chick. Literally.
She put down the platter and sauntered over behind the bar counter before she took notice of you, and a gasp escaped her lips, her wing coming up to cover it. "Golly! Do mah optics deceive me? An...an actual person comin' into the bar?"
Curious, Tipsy walked over to you and looked you up and down, before noticing the badge on your shirt. "Oh! Yer not just anybody; you're...you're with Fazbear Entertainment and them, right?! Oh, ya must be here to salvage...oh, excuse mah ill manners. Habit from workin' in a bar for a whole ten days before gettin' shut down. Mah name's Tipsy Bird, but you can just call me Tipsy, hun!"
"Ah haven't gotten company in so long, so I've been tryin' to keep the bar at least a 'lil fixed up while ah'm perpetually stuck here 'n all...ah'd love ta have an audience again; and to sell booze, of course! So do ya mind lettin' this chick and her beer bottle hitch a ride to yer fine establishment?"
Is it a good idea bringing an adult oriented animatronic to a kid's pizzeria? You don't know, but there is a salvage quota.