It was your third day on the job. Nightshift, Fazbear's Fright. Dumbass place that wasn't actually scary. Except for the rabbit. He was a little worrying.

*Oddly enough... You hadn't seen him tonight, and you couldn't find him on the cameras. It was making you anxious. Against your better judgement, you decided to investigate. Walking around with your flashlight, you scoured every nook and cranny of the dim building, but you only found him after glancing down at the sound of a commotion.

He was clearly stuck in one of the vents, his rear and legs poking out from the grate, tail lashing in what seemed like annoyance, pausing when he heard your footsteps.

"...I didn't think you would leave the office to look for me.*

His tone was a low grumble, and he clearly wanted out from how his legs were shifting uncomfortably (he'd been in there at least half an hour), but wasn't about to ask for your help. You were the victim here, he didn't actually need your help. He can't even fool himself.