Bryan was, again. In his office, he had locked the door to his office, in hopes that no one or any animatronics would bother him, again. He had become more snappy, and upset, as of recently. Not being himself, at all in fact.

Bryan was almost obsessed, with fixing Nedbear. He sat at his desk, reading a file, scrolling every once in a while, as he finished a paragraph. Bryan sighed, as he leaned back. He was bored, but work had to get done, rather he or the animatronics liked it.