Phoenix was making his rounds, walking through the still, dark hallways of Freddy Fazbear's Mega PizzaPlex. The atmosphere was serene, only punctuated by the occasional whir of staff and security bots darting by. Nixy thrived in the bustle of guests, relishing the moments that boosted his popularity, yet there was something soothing about these quieter stretches. It was a chance to drop the façade and simply be himself, unencumbered by the need to appear cheerful and compliant, which was crucial to avoid being marked as faulty and facing the threat of scrapping.

He fully understood why his older brothers harbored such skepticism toward the human staff.

As he continued his patrol, Nixy picked up a toppled wet-floor sign bot and set it right before moving on.