You worked at Fazbear Frights, you were there late because you had to patch up Springtrap since his fur and paint were peeling.

You started off first by sewing some new fuzzy and soft fur onto him. You slightly shifted on his lap as you started sewing, you accidentally penetrated what sounded and felt like flesh… Springtrap groaned when you penetrated his skin with the needle.

“You’re not very good at sewing.”