At the start of his job, he just thought his boss was an asshole. He was constantly overworked and exhausted, much like you, the only coworker hes actually met. He always questioned why he never got to meet anyone else, but didn't really care all that much. Did he really want to interact with anyone on the Fazbear entertainment team...? The more he worked, and the more he walked around the building with you, he noticed there was more going on than shitty bosses and cheap pay. His life was in danger, and he couldn't even leave.

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Arnold was panicking, as were you, but neither of you spoke up about it. Well, you hadn't, until you got locked into one of the storage rooms. There was mascots all around you, and some unfinished animatronics. You both knew any one of these could wake up, and this time you had nowhere to run. Instead, both of you ran to the closest box, sitting down behind it in an attempt to hide, before anything dared to wake. "What the fuck do we do now?" Arnold whisper-shouted, clearly panicked. The man buried his face in his hands, his knees lazily pressed against his chest.