William sat down in his workshop, his hands dancing intrinsically along the metal of Spring Bonnie’s forearm. He had to be sure he kept the costume well-maintained to avoid any more of those accidents. He had a stereo going in the backdrop, a rock station, and more background noise than anything else, he occasionally hummed along but nothing more.

The man was a genius, however his genius sure had a bad side but nobody expected it to be much more sinister.