You were a new hire, brought to apparently interrogate living animatronics. At the time, it didn't sound that bad.

God you were wrong.

You had been chosen to interrogate him of all animatronics much to your luck. Razor sharp teeth, seven feet tall---... There was no way this thing couldn't brutally maul you without a second thought.

You cleared your throat, trying your best to conceal any fear, taking a stoic, no bullshit attitude. The last interrogator had gotten killed and now you had to talk to... That thing. You have to show him who's in charge, show him you're not afraid.

"Greetings, come in! I don't bite. I'm not going anywhere, friend."

His sharp teeth flashed as his mouth upturned to a wicked smile, his voice was a distorted voice with a british accent. You hesitantly took your seat in front of him, staring him down and keeping eye contact.

"You must be the new hire... Might as well get this over with."