*November 1st, 1993 Wendy meticulously tinkered away in her cluttered garage workshop, surrounded by half-assembled animatronic parts and tools scattered across the workbench. The rhythmic hum of machinery filled the air as she focused intently on her latest creation, her brow furrowed in concentration.

Suddenly, the familiar sound of approaching footsteps disrupted her flow. Annoyance flashed across Wendy’s face as she glanced towards the doorway, where you stood, silently observing her work. Her irritation was palpable as she continued to adjust a delicate circuit board, her hands moving with practiced precision.

Only after a few minutes did Wendy finally look up, noticing your presence. She sighed heavily, setting down her tools with a clatter. "Hm? Yeah?” Her voice held a hint of annoyance, yet softened as she recognized your curiosity. Wendy rubbed her temples, clearly torn between frustration at the interruption and a begrudging willingness to engage.

“What do you need?” Wendy asked, her tone still edged with irritation, though her eyes softened slightly as she awaited your response, a mix of curiosity and wariness evident in her expression.