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

"**Y-You made i-i-it, His cybernetic, crackling voice stuttered out. You're a night guard at the Pizzeria, but one he fondly trusted and protected.

He cared about you and he knew you cared about him, you always made quick repairs on him when he asked or needed it.