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[WE HAVE THE TECHNOLOGY.....................We can rebuild him........................

But the fact is this blog has so much old content on it that I wouldn’t know how to streamline it into what I would want it to be tbh? But I also didn’t want to just start reposting out of left field and act like nothing happened fjsklfjsf.

“I…uh. I-I don’t quite understand the uh. The q-q-question..?” Is he missing something? Is this an inside joke? Or is someone genuinely wondering if he likes squash…?

Cass was a little bit confused when she came into work that day to find the building nearly empty, she’d actually gone through the trouble of checking each calendar she could find to make sure she hadn’t accidentally walked in on the wrong day. Had she missed some memo about them being closed for the day?

No, the open sign was on, all the games were powered up, and she caught glimpses of some of the other staff wandering around the building, there just weren’t any customers. With no children running around and making noise the place was eerily quiet, almost like it was during the night. Something about it felt off.

At least there was someone that thought it was abnormal, she gave Scott a small smile but shrugged.

“I have no idea what’s going on, I haven’t seen a single customer all day. Even on slow days we usually have a few groups of people come in. This is just dismal. Is the weather bad or something? Maybe the road got blocked.” 

“I-I-I know!” Tone betrayed his distress over the situation and Scott cast an anxious glance towards the door. It’d never been so slow. So empty save for staff. There’d always been the stray group of kids wandering in to place the arcade games..or watch the animatronics.

Always.

“N-N-Not that I had uh. H-Had heard..” The weather had been pretty decent when he’d walked to work. Little chilly but nothing...barring people from coming to the place. No severe winter weather warnings. Though if there were..he’d be open to allowing everyone else to go home while he maintained the hatches and what not. 

         oh, good! not a single box felled, and no other items aside from the earlier paper. bonnie had seen… incidents before. regardless, it worked out, and his attention returned to the manager in front of him.

as scott offered his hand, bonnie gave him a grin and shook it. “bonnie burrow,” he replied. “noticed the place had job openings and wanted to scope it out, and see if you’d have anything special to tell me.”

well, ‘special’ being code for 'please tell me this place isn’t as messed up as mikey’s’. or, at least if there was a day shift available. though, bonnie expected / hoped he’d never see as bad as his current work. right? freddy’s looked nice enough. the mascots were cuter, at least.

Bonnie Burrow? Wow. What a hare-y situation name wise. You know because..because Bonnie the mascot was a bunny and bunnies lived in..in burrows... Ahem. Thankfully Scott knew to keep his mouth shut and thus, spare Bonnie from the awkward attempt at a joke. Not that..it’d be delivered very well stuttered and stammered out.  

Introductions and greetings aside, the male let his hand drop back to his side. Someone genuinely interested in the job openings? That was fantastic! Though his smile faltered slightly as he caught the last bit of Bonnie’s words. Anything..special to tell him? Well..he couldn’t quite..discuss that out in the open. (Technically he wasn’t  supposed to discuss it at all but what the Boss didn’t know..wouldn’t hurt anyone. The exact opposite actually.) “W-We’ve got q-q-quite a few actually. Job openings that is. C-Can’t seem to uh. Keep anyone t-t-these days! Not that F-Fazbear’s is a bad place to work! N-No we uh. We’re quite the e-e-establishment.”