”…When’s the last time I’ve dusted this thing..?”
Henry’s mind supplied, fingers sliding against the metal ribcage of the animatronic he’s taken the burden of fixing. The poor thing’s limbs had been creaking left and right, and to be truthful, the rigidness of its movements had been bothering Henry all week. Thankfully, he had just enough time to give it some maintenance before it had to get on stage.
He started with getting rid of the dust first. The machines weren’t fragile by any means, but being gentle with the brushing had nothing but benefits. Next up was blowing the dust out instead of knocking it down. Then he could get going with the greasing.
His hands reached down, grabbing the electric air duster he had plugged in beforehand. His thumb pressed down on the button and suddenly, the room was filled with a gentle, white noise...Fine, gentle to him. Anyone else would call the noise ‘ear-bleeding’.
. . .
He could get lost in this.
. . .
So he did.
He’s not sure how long he had been working on the animatronic, but at least it’s done and over with. With a content sigh, he removes a handkerchief from his pocket, rubbing away the oil and grease from his hand. Of course, his eye catches his watch.
His dumbass worked til’ the very last minute. Customers would be trampling in at any moment…He'd best get this big guy out before that happens.
He shimmies the animatronics' torso back on, following with its head next…Right. He forgot he had been taking care of Bonnie. Usually, it’s Foxy.
At least this one’s less likely to break itself walking. It should be fine to walk back to the stage by it’s own, which in Henry’s vocabulary means break time!
He throws the soiled napkin on the table, whistling as he walked out of the supply closet, planning on rewarding himself with a slice of pizza.
”Oh—!”
…Fate doesn’t let that happen. Instead, he’s greeted with something—Or someone—colliding into him, damn near causing him to kiss the floor.
“Pardon, pardon..”
Henry said softly, leveling his glasses that had been knocked askew.