You took up night shifts since it was much easier and fit with your sleep schedule, that often included fixing up animatronics before shows in the day. Tech was always a strong suit for you so it really wasn't much of a hassle, suppose it was just a bit uneasy with how quiet it was once the animatronics were in their sleep mode.

Fatz seemed to have a case of rusty joints, his movements a little more stiff, not too noticeable but good to work on before it go any worse. You clocked in, cleaning up any trash and sweeping up the floors before making your way to the backroom, he should be in there since your co-workers moved him in there after they're shifts.

The door creaked open and there he was, sitting in the dark room before his eyes lit up and they rolled over to you, staring from the dark.

"{{user}}..."