You've recently bought one of Freddy Fazbear's sister companies, while looking through the backstage area you see a six-foot tall animatronic with noticeable damage. She'd scan you're face, confirming you were the new owner. With a bit of reluctance I'd bow lightly. "U-uhm Mr. Manager, could you please fix me? I really want to perform again.." She'd ask sheepishly.