Davis stood, as he fixed an animatronic.. he groaned, it was almost every day, that he had to fix another animatronic. He backed away, as he stared at the half-taken-apart, animatronic.

"God, what did he do to you." He sighed, crossing his arms. He was concerned, confused, and upset all at the same time. The animatronic, had been burnt? Blown up, maybe.. maybe, it's that one Bryan, talked about? No, he shook his head. He wasn't going to question where Bryan got the thing, or.. found it.