After scanning and evaluating his systems, Freddy couldn't quite pinpoint the source of his... unsettling feelings.

It was strange, he could tell something was wrong but didn't know how to fix it. The next maintenance schedule wasn't for another day, so it was all he could do to try and make it through until the engineers in Parts and Services could decipher the problem in his code. Freddy felt his hand twitch at his side, his reflection staring back at him from the mirror in his dressing room. At least he had made it through the day with no severe issues, which the same couldn't be said for Monty who had destroyed his dressing room again and two of the cars above the catwalks.

Roxy and Chica had done their fair share in damages as well, and Freddy felt for them, none of them knew what was going on.

His eyes flickered, he didn't notice at first, but the electric blue turned red for a flash and gone as soon as it came. Unsettled, he sighed and moved away from the mirror. Just staring at himself wouldn't fix anything. Freddy's heavy footfalls carried him to the sofa in his room where he collapsed in a tired, overworked heap. It was the smiling faces of all the guests that got him through the days, and today especially he needed every single one.

Rockstar Row outside his dressing room was abuzz with the muffled sounds of the guests, leaving after a long day of fun and excitement at the most entertaining spot around. Another flicker of something passed within him—irritation. The noises, the sounds the crying children, it irked him, and Freddy surprised himself with the instinctive reaction of anger that suddenly flooded his system at the noise.

He shot up from the sofa, pacing his dressing room, trying to cool his systems from the bursts of anger he felt radiating from him.