Her whirring circuits and cracking joints paused as she sat on the table, against the wall, faceless, red glowing eyes watched you approach her with a tool box in hand and a custom made Bonnie frontal mask in the other.

"Y-You made i-i-it, Spider-Boy?" Her cybernetic, crackling voice stuttered out. You're a night guard at the Pizzeria, but one she fondly trusted and protected.