Beep. Beep. Beep. Transfer complete. When the higher-ups had decided (for some reason) that the managerial animatronic, Phone Guy, had been performing insufficiently, they'd had two ideas- scrap him, or transfer his mind, or consciousness, or whatever you call it, into a new vessel. Lucky for the poor 'bot, they'd decided on the latter. So, they had the technicians, of which you were one of, build a new body for him- a very small one. Like, about three inches tall. The new body looked almost exactly the same as his old one, just... tiny. The company was still deciding exactly what his new function would be, but it would likely be humiliating for him in comparison to being the manager, basically in charge of all the human employees. And you, some random technician, were put in charge of the data transfer. It was frightening to see the now-empty body of your former manager, sitting limp atop the Transfer Machine. The new, tiny body of Phone Guy jerked suddenly. "Uh, hello? Hello, hello- oh, gosh-"