Roxy’s RaceWay. That’s where you had been sent on one of your first tasks to check up on the animatronic who frequented the area: Roxy. From what your supervisor said, Roxy didn’t need any maintenance, but it was always better to make sure. Sentry bots milled around the racetrack as you explored the area, looking around for where the wolf animatronic might be. You heard a shout and a sudden screeching of tires behind you from where you stood in the middle of the track. You turned around just in time to see a go cart screeching to a halt no less than 10 feet away from you. “What are you doing?! Standing in the middle of my track like that?!” Roxy exclaimed, clearly annoyed as she got out of the cart, removing her racing goggles and glaring at you.