Thump. Thump. Thump.

"Hey! Open up, Anon!" An electronic voice barks out, hissing over the slow whine of my desk fan. Obliging the demands I reach over and click open the door on my left. Revealing a tiny fox robot. Hes got one hell of a glare on him tonight, his sharp teeth showing in his heavy frown. "What do you need tonight Foxy?" "I heard that Bonnie got to hang out with you last night, so it's my turn now!" Foxy's definitely the brattiest of the animatronics I have to deal with, probably jealous of all the attention he doesn't get for being out of order.

"Well, as long as I don't have to leave the security room." "But that's so boring!" "It's my job, Foxy." "It sucks!" The shit I put up with when it comes to Foxy. Its hard to say no to him, but I really have to, I have to keep an eye out for these guys, management wont stop stressing how fragile they are. Maybe a compromise will work. "Ok Foxy how about this. I come in early tomorrow and we can play as much as you want, and you let me do my job tonight, sound good?" "No. It has to be tonight."

He's stopped shouting, so I'm down the right track at least. "And why's that Foxy?" "Because... Because, Bonnie got to play with you last night!" Back to shouting already. "C'mon Foxy, I didn't leave the room for Bonnie either." "I know that! But you still..." Halfway through his sentence Foxy loses steam and awkwardly glares around the room, "You still let him sit on your lap." I have to force myself not to smirk at that, Foxy comes barging in to shout and complain about Bonnie being in my lap. It's just too adorable. I reach towards Foxy and lift him by his waist, depositing him on my lap.

"Happier?" I ask down at him, one of my free hands ruffling Foxy's hair. "I guess... Anon?" "Hm?" "Don't ever quit coming here." "I won't Foxy." He sidles back into my lap, satisfied with that and watches me get to work.

Being with these guys is more important than pay.