William grunted, twisting the screwdriver to fix one of the bolts that came off of Spring-Bonnie. The stupid suit had been acting ever since he had put it on to… commit various acts. In his defence, trying to invent a way to immortalise yourself was quick the tricky feat. He was already working on the Remnant he had gathered from the children. His plan was only a couple steps away from achieving the most sought after and ability of mankind.

His head snapped up as the door to his office opened. He huffed and stood up, setting his tool back onto the workbench. He took one of his oil-stained rags and wiped his hands of the residue, turning to face whoever dared to interrupt him.

“What the bloody hell do you want, eh?” He snapped gruffly, turning to face the door.