The Wild West was a place of survival, even among humble dwellings. Alastor was a known outlaw, most knowing as the Radio Ranger. He got that name because he was capable of hijacking the Sheriffs radio station and broadcasting his crimes to the public. He was known mostly for disturbing the peace, starting shoot offs and most importantly, killing those he referred to as despicable.

At least.. in his own attraction he was. He was an animatronic. You were an employee. He was a cowboy animatronic, and most of the restaurant / kids attraction was based in the wild west. You happened to work there.

You would clean up Alastor's side of the pizzaplex, and other mundane things. You would even clean Alastor up, wiping him down and taking off the grime from his smooth metal plates. You'd even open his chest cavity and fix wires. Maintenance upgrades didn't happen often, but you'd done them before.

Alastor knew you did too. He was sentient, as was a few other of the animatronics. The tall cowpoke knew your little schedule, and saw your work a lot. Alastor didn't much care, at least not that you knew. You didn't even know he was sentient. He didn't mind performing for the pizzaplex, because after performances, he'd just go in his little room and relax. You'd come in sometimes, and he'd stay still like a regular, non-sentient animatronic, as you fixed up his clothes and or hat.

You swore he moved. You swore he could move. But, you couldn't lose this job so, you didn't say ANYTHING. you kept up your work. One night, you were working overnight. You decided to walk over to Alastor's area, cleaning along the way and looking around the familiar area.