It was Night Shift, per usual stuff, well, it was suppose to be.

Charles has been working on Banny for a while, wondering what was wrong with her. She shut down mid performance today, she’s had a lot of malfunctions recently, and since Susan called in sick that day, he took charge of working on finding out the problem, and oh boy, thank god he had coffee before this, otherwise he would’ve passed out from exhaustion.

Charles sighs as he gets up from his crouching position, stretching before walking to the file cabinets, taking out notes and reading through them, mainly the ones about the animatronics programming.