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"I'm an entertainer, I practically get payed in buttons."

"Well, that's not my problem, is it?"

A white, animatronic fox sat back in her chair, cigarette in mouth. Her exterior made her look like a tough business-woman, a built-on orange collard vest with two purple buttons and bow-tie. She had a large orange maw with contrasting purple cheeks, eye-shadow and lips. Her eyes were black abysses with a single, white orb in each. In front of her desk was another fox, same build as her, just a little taller with different markings. He was white but had pink features instead. His eyes were a vibrant orange-yellow and his cheeks a bright red. He had a soft-pink vest and a red tie, on the back of his head was an abnormal dial that said 'loud' and 'quiet'.

The pink and white fox slammed his fist onto the desk.

"Lolbit! I really, really need this. Please can I just have one more loan?!" He begged.

Lolbit, the orange-white fox was silent. Some of her gears whirred quietly as she lifted her arm and took the cigarette out of her mouth to lean forward on her desk. She breathed out a thick grey smoke directly into the other fox's face, "Hmmm, that's what you said last time… and the time before that. Don't think it'll work again Foxy."

Foxy dusted off the ash that settled on his shiny face plates, "It's not just for me, it's for the others too… Lolbit… listen to yourself. Don't you care about Freddy, Chica- and most importantly- me?~"

"You had me at the others," She snorted before putting the cigarette back in her mouth, "and ruined it once you mentioned yourself."

The pink fox growled as his gears whirred back to life. He walked to the glass door at the front of Lolbit's office, "I'll be able to persuade you, whether it be verbally… or physically~" He purred, making the other animatronic cringe.

Once he left, Lolbit sat in silence. She sighed and studied her purple claws, "god, I really need to fix these bad boysHOLY SH-"

"Don't swear, we've been working on that!" A small white-and-purple bear jumped onto her desk, frightening the other, larger droid.

"Helpy, you could've made me blow a fuse."

"I know, I know and I'm sorry," he sat down and smiled, "Anyway, you really need to be more lenient on Foxy… he's always stressing about his circus and just wants to help the others. Anyway, I thought you told me you felt a little different about him?"

"I also told you I hate how I was programmed to be able to feel those kinds of emotions, I'm trying to erase them."

"Lolbit-"

"Lolby!" Another, more cheery voice burst into the room. A slim, white chicken animatronic brushed Helpy off the desk and lent down on it herself, "Heyyyy, remember how you said you owe me? Well, can I have my pay now?"

In annoyance, Lolbit lent her metal head on her hand, "Go ahead, how much do you want?"

"Twenty thousand!"

"Th- that's the same amount Foxy wanted… Chica, you know he owes more than he can make."

The small white bear climbed back onto the desktop again. He dusted himself off and sat on top of Lolbit's tall stack of papers laying on the corner of the desk, "Anyway, Chica, why do you suddenly want to help so much?"

Both the animatronics stared at Chica waiting for a reply from the oversexualised chicken. She lay her back on the desk and shoved Helpy and the stack of papers onto the floor. The white animatronic stroked Lolbit's maw, "Because I don't want to let down the circus, and I don't reeeally think you want to let down Foxy now, do you?"

"Excuse me?"

"Don't say that~ I've seen the way you look at him- and the way you've coaxed him before, his eyes had rolled back and if he could, he would be drooling from the mouth! Don't tell me you didn't enjoy that."

"I hated every second," Lolbit crushed her cigarette into Chica's left face plate, leaving a black mark. But, she knew deep down, in her motherboard, she was lying.

The chicken groaned, "goddamn it, I just had these cleaned," She tried dusting the charcoal mark off to no avail. Chica lifted herself off the desk and looked up at a white clock on the wall above the orange animatronic. She adjusted her metallic breasts and sighed, "I have a two o'clock appointment with the Nightmares. If I can't get this new stain off, I'm sending them after you."

"Why do you like associating yourself with the Nightmares so much?" Helpy had his hand on his hip and leant against the wooden desk, "All they do is abuse you."

"Because I get good money. Something that could be prevented by that selfish fox, but no. It's the price I have to pay."

"Chica, you could be doing something better than… well, being a prostitute," Lolbit lifted Helpy from the ground and put him on her shoulder. He sat comfortably and nodded in agreement.

Chica rolled her eyes and pivoted towards the large glass doors, "Well, whatever."

Once she left, Lolbit stood from her wheelie chair. Helpy hung onto her bottom face plate as she entered the back room. It had three large monitors, all showing some place in the large building the Funtime animatronics lived in.

"Don't you think it's a little weird having to watch over all the others?"

"Kinda…"

The orange fox sat on another wheelie chair, she placed Helpy on the desk and looked deep into the screen in the centre. She tapped it with her long, purple nail, "He's not there-shit where did he go?"

The small white bear sat on a large stapler next to the keyboard and scolded the other animatronic for swearing. Eventually he stopped to watch her frantically move around the computer mouse and switching screens. She was searching for Funtime Foxy, as to which Helpy asked why.

"Because last time, he actively stole money fro- there he is," She picked up Helpy and showed him the screen.

"Isn't that outside the safe?"

"That bastard."

"Language."

Lolbit, in frustration put the small bear on the desk and left the room, to Helpy's dismay, he shouted, "You know I can't get off this desk myself!"

The infuriated fox could deal with that later, right now, her only objective was to catch that asshole red-handed. The gears in her joints clunked every time she stomped her foot onto the ground in anger. She swung open the glass door into the night and let her sensors feel the cold breeze. The saferoom was hidden in the alleyway behind the Funtime Animatronic Warehouse. The interior of the warehouse was pretty simple, just a stage, a large audience chamber and power-points for any occasion. Underground, however, it was a huge network filled with rooms for each of the Funtime animatronics, including Helpy, and other things for the circus to practice whatever they needed.

As Lolbit approached the area where Foxy was, she took a deep, robotic breath and dropped her cigarette, stamping it out on the concrete below her. She turned the last corner and saw the pink animatronic trying to guess the password again.

"You fucking asshole."

In shock, Foxy shot up like a bullet. He slowly turned his head back and smiled. Lolbit snorted, her arms crossed and a frown plastered onto her metal face plates.

"Oh, Lolby! Hi again!" He bowed, "I'm- uhh, I was going to check if anyone had stolen anything, you know? Helping you do your job!"

The orange robot walked up to him, she adjusted her bow-tie and stood right before the other, slightly scared, repainted version of herself.

Foxy continued, "Nice to see you're not smoking… Uhmm… now might be a bad time to ask, buttt, would there be any way for me to earn another loan? You know, I'm a pretty good crowd pleaser~" he said, chin up and adjusting his red bow.

Lolbit raised an eyebrow, she was curious as to how far he would truly go, "Earn it, ey?"

"Mmhmmm, I'll make sure you have a fun time~"

A few buildings across, the Funtime Animatronics' rivals were having a meeting… that turned sour.

"Bonnie! You're always acting so depressed! You're so melancholic, it's annoying. You're our guitarist, our electric guitarist, if you're going to act depressed, be a bassist."

Rockstar Bonnie looked sullen, his head hung and his plastic ears drooping to the sides. Freddy- Rockstar Freddy was fed up with his sad attitude again. The perfectionist was in the blue bunny's face about it, pointing directly at him. On the other side of the small, wooden table, Rockstar Foxy and Chica were trying to stay out of the way. They had been arguing- or, Freddy had been shouting at Bonnie for a solid forty minutes now. Bonnie was heartbroken, if he was able to cry, he would've.

The pressure became too much for Bonnie, he just stood up from the table, took his guitar case and walked out the back door.

"Where are you going? Come back here! I'm not finished!"

The blue bunny ignored him and closed the door. It led into the dark alleyway. He sat down on the concrete steps and opened the guitar case.