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3:05am

Gregory stumbles through the doorway as the charging pod finally powers down and unlocks. You step out right behind him.

"He took Freddy! He - he just took him! We've got to find them before he hurts Freddy!"

You grab the back of Gregory's shirt to keep him from sprinting off into action. You swivel your antennae around, pinging for Freddy's signal. Parts and Services… on the one hand, it's convenient that Moon brought Freddy right to where they were trying to get him anyway. On the other, it's even more suspect that one of the malfunctioning animatronics would bring him right where the weird repair ticket wanted him. It all reeks of a setup. But on the other two hands, circumstances are already too stacked against them to afford looking gift horses in mouths. So instead you crouch in front of Gregory and tap your antenna, then tap through to Parts and Service on his watch map.

"That's where he took him?"

[Yes!]

The kid stares at the watch. Maybe also putting together how weird that is? He throws his hands in the air. "But that's where we were heading anyway! What the heck!"

Or not. That's alright. Gregory goes to the door and yanks it.

"Ugh, it's locked. Of course it's locked, everything's locked!"

Well we are closed, kid. No worries, you approach the door - you're the repair bot, you have clearance.

It doesn't budge.

You yank again. You try your other hands, you pull harder, you double check your clearance pad isn't in your barely-connected hand but it's not, and your clearance has been working fine, so what the hell… It could only mean that… your clearance to this room has been revoked? But how - why - by who??

"You can't get in there either?"

You shake your head. [Not at this moment.]

"Alright, so we've gotta find one of those security badges, yeah? I had to track one down earlier - there should be one lying around for this door too, right?"

Because those idiots keep losing theirs, so they keep spares in the nearest security offices. Yeah, the kid's got the right idea. And unfortunately, you know where the nearest office is.

You coax him to peer through the corridor leading toward that office. The one downside. For some godforsaken reason, Fazbear Family Entertainment - in all their infinite wisdom - stores a metric yikesload of spare endoskeletons down here. Blank, base model cores for the animatronics. They're not bothered by the presence of other robots, you've gotten a good look at them. The models seem wildly outdated for the most part. And there's a fair bit of customization on the endos of the Band, so these wouldn't be an easy swap if one of them took structural damage that severe - maybe some spare parts, at best. But you don't leave spare parts activated.

Then again, you don't leave junk bots that aren't in use charged enough and active either. So truly, who knows the mind of the fine folks at FFE. But as that adorably colorful mural ineffectively warns, even these minimally functional robots are reactive to people. They're corralled off during the day, you shudder to think whose job it is to shove them back, assuming they don't return to their tombs come morning light on their own. But at night, the corridors turned storage around Parts and Services become pretty hostile to human life.

Human life like this kid who is squinting into the dark and antsy to get a move on. You squint at the walls. Now there's an idea.

You open your arms to him with a little pat-pat.

"What, you want a hug?"

You shake your head. You point up. Then you gesture him to get in your arms again.

"…You're going to carry us across the walls? Can you do that?"

Admittedly, you haven't really tested your magnets' weight limit, but assuming your specs are accurate it should be strong enough? So you nod. Gregory climbs up. You get him positioned seated on your lower shoulders and holding onto your upper ones. That should be pretty secure for this, as long as you don't try to walk upside down across the ceiling. You test your hands against the wall, carefully inching up as you map the metal structure hidden inside. You can't put a kid's weight on your busted wrist, and being down a contact point does make you a little nervous. Up the two of you go, clear up to the ceiling. The walls are still too risky. But the ceiling, low as it is down here, should have just enough clearance. So you try to give Gregory enough space as you crawl along at a snail's pace.

"Are there guys down there? I think I hear something."

[Yes!] you play as quietly as your system will allow.

"Are they gonna notice us if I turn on my flashlight?"

They already have. You shake your head. Your faces are close enough he can feel it even if he doesn't see it. So he carefully pulls his flashlight out of his pocket and takes a look.

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Precariously balanced on Engie Moth's torso, hanging from the ceiling, Gregory looks down at a sea of bare-faced robotic bodies. The light bounces off their eyes like off the waves of turbulent sea, glinting from the constant motion of them pushing against each other, trying to get close enough to reach them - skeleton-thin limbs, nothing but dull exposed joints and servos, reach up toward them.

Their rough-built metal fingers just barely brush under the tip of his shoe.

So close, so desperate for something.

Reaching.

All of them.

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Gregory pulls his limbs in a little tighter against you with a shudder. He turns off the flashlight.

You keep going at the best pace you can offer across the ceiling. Things get precarious and awkward trying to quickly scuttle through doorframes that threaten to put you both in reach if you linger, but you have to hand it to the kid, he adapts quickly. He shifts and clings and helps keep your situation balanced.

You reach the button for the security office's door. It's timed. If the two of you were on the ground that'd be stressful but easy. You're up here and low on options. This plan may be backfiring slightly. You use your free hand to take your spare screwdriver out of Gregory's pocket and brace to run for it.

"What are you doing?"

You drop the screwdriver on the button, handle first. You launch off the ceiling, aiming for distance - you're willing to take the impact to roll under that shutter door before either it closes or the endos swarm you. It clatters shut on the swarm and you pick yourself and the kid off the dusty backroom floor.

"WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT!" He yells at you. "A LITTLE WARNING??"

You roll your eyes at him and pointedly tap at your flat, mouthless faceplate. The frustration in your gestures must do a lot to carry the message.

"I know, I know - you can't talk that much! But that's stupid - why would you make a robot that can only talk a little bit!"

Maybe so you can pretend it doesn't have a personality, who knows!

"I'm gonna get that stupid card." Gregory stomps off.

You look around the room. Ugh, what a morbid space… calling it an "office" is more generous than it deserves for sure. A big room, empty save for some boxes stacked against the walls, a single desk slapped in the middle with a computer you're pretty sure isn't even plugged into anything - and walls decorated with inactive endos hanging from wires. Why would anyone do this… Is it a psychological punishment for losing your clearance badge for Parts and Service specifically? Do they make such a big deal out of losing that card?

The moment Gregory pulls the card, the endos drop from the wires around the room and the shutter door slams open.

"Oh COME ON!"

You click on the lights under your eyes and run in, grabbing the kid and booking it through the halls. You've confirmed it, you can carry him, and now you guys need to get the heck out of dodge. You engage your magnets on and off to run on the walls as needed to clear these wretched beings and get out get out GET OUT.

You get through an automatic door that won't hold them so why is it even here and spot an open ventilation shaft. You shove Gregory in and stand post until you can hear he's gotten further in and you can scuttle after him. You look back and see, lowering from another mysterious side path, a mini Music Man stationed, fighting back one of its siblings. The one you freed earlier in the night, trying to protect you. You'll have to come back for the rest of them.

You slide out of the tunnel back out by Parts and Service's door. You hurry down the empty (give or take a map bot) hall. Gregory is already ducked by the P&S' obnoxiously big window, and waves you over.

"…turns out, there's no record of him." Vanessa is snapping.

You feel a little sick looking in. They have poor Freddy in that awful chair already - head removed but still active, still expected to hold a conversation with Vanessa like nothing is even happening. Arguing about… Gregory. Vanessa knows Freddy's involved. She might not know about you? She leaves through Freddy's elevator, so they at least don't have to hide. Gregory wastes no time unlocking the doors and rushing in.

"Freddy!"

"Gregory? Thank goodness you're alright - is Engie with you?"

[Yes!]

"Hello, Engie! Good - please, use the console to let me out."

You hop onto the old computer. And curse Vanessa - she's left him in repair process. No way to simply cancel out. You'll have no choice but to use their systems to finish this out. But on the bright side… you can fix his power situation. You click through the proper setup and wave Gregory to wait outside.

You won't make the same mistake as with Roxy. No distractions. You don't know if Freddy would also lash out, but… you think back on the logs. The injuries. Maybe it's just baked into all of you. For some reason. It's a trivial process, if needlessly gamified to keep the workers from breaking anything on accident. Soon, Freddy is back together and freed. Gregory hugs him and Freddy cheerfully pats his head.

"I am very glad you are both alright. And thankful to be back in working order! What do we need to do now?"

"We need to find the others." Gregory quickly asserts. "If Engie can fix them all, then it'll be all of us against that rabbit lady, and we can save the whole Pizzaplex! Right?"

[Yes!]

Freddy nods. "Who shall we go to first?"

You ponder. The order doesn't matter too much. But Roxy and Monty are sharp - in a very literal sense. They'll both be very dangerous. If there's any risk of sustaining damage in the process, it's from one of them. You look to Gregory. You flop your antenna and put your hands in front of your face.

"Chica first. Got it." He nods.

Freddy looks at you curiously. "I did not know you had hand signs for us. If I may ask, what is mine?" He tilts his head, causing his little ears to wiggle.

You share a look with Gregory. You both snicker and turn to head out.

"Why are you laughing? Engie, what is mine??"

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4:00am

You all wander through the kitchens. Your antennae wiggle and twist, trying to pinpoint her exact location. It feels hauntingly familiar. But if you've done this once, you can do it again. You just need to find Chica, let the others distract and contain her, and get in behind her to open her plating and get that awful chip out. Then she won't be able to communicate with the other machines remotely, but she also won't be able to be hacked through it. Theoretically easy.

You all crouch lower, move slower and lighter when you hear her. She's shoveling food - or more accurately, trash - into her mouth. You sigh internally. Maybe fixing this will mean you'll stop having to clean her mouth parts constantly? Maybe? One can dream?

Freddy steps out to try first. He shuffles out from behind the counters with awkward, loud scrapes followed by the tiniest throat clear sound.

"Hello! Chica! Boy oh boy, does that look… scrummy! What are you eating tonight might I ask my dear friend?"

Good lord, a circus performer would be less stilted. It at least gets her attention. She pops up.

"Freddy! I-I was looking for the child, I promise. I just got a little… distracted. And snacky…" She demurely shuffles her feet. "I'm sorry, I'll get back to work."

"Oh no! No, you don't need to do that!"

You sneak around the other side and try to sneak up behind her while they talk.

"Come to think of it!" She rocks on her heels. "Aren't you on limited power mode? You should still be in the charging station, shouldn't you? Oh no - you didn't miss it, did you?"

"Not at all!" Freddy waves off her concern. But the change of subject lets him slip into a more natural tone. "I'm off power limiting mode, in fact! I have been repaired and do not require it any longer. Engie got a handle on the problem."

"Engie did? Where are they? I haven't seen them all day or night!"

Chica starts looking around, and she turns too quickly for you to duck back out of sight. Her eyes lock onto you, very suspiciously crouched to sneak up on her, screwdriver in hand, right behind her.

Her eyes flicker purple for a moment. She grins and whirls on you fully. "There you are!" She lurches toward you. You try to scramble back, but her beak snaps shut on one of your antennae. It sends a jolt through your entire system.

"CHICA, NO!"

Freddy grabs her from behind, trying to reach around and pry her mouth open. The yanking bends and snaps the metal in multiple places before he manages to wrench her jaws apart enough for you to slip out. The effect on your systems is immediate. You don't lose signal entirely, but the limited connection you had gets even more limited. You can still sense the presence of the machinery in your care. Your range is greatly reduced, no longer able to cover the whole building. You can only "talk to" a few rooms close by. And you're no longer able to tell exactly where everything in them is in relation to your position. Triangulation offline. It's like suddenly going half deaf. Kind of. You can still hear your actual surroundings just fine. You can hear Gregory running out of hiding to your defense. You can hear Chica's attention turn to him, and her trying to break out of Freddy's grip to run at him instead. You can hear Freddy yelling to Gregory to get out of there and at Chica to snap out of it. You can hear thudding and clanging.

You shake out your head - a jostling your newly broken antenna doesn't much appreciate - and refocus. You see Freddy has Chica pinned against one of the counters and is using his greater size to hold her in place. It's your best shot so far. You clamber up onto the counter and straddle her head to try and keep it relatively still while you work on her internals. The plating pops off quickly and easily enough. You search through the collection of wires, boards, bits, and bobs - hunting down your target, as you saw it in Freddy's head a few short hours ago - there!

You really should be doing this while she's asleep not active. Much less very active like right now. But beggars can't be choosers, as they say. So you try to hold her still and be as gentle as you can to pull the piece out of her head. Once you have it out, you don't hesitate a moment to set it on the countertop and smash it with the handle of your screwdriver.

As for Chica, her system stutters and her body slacks trying to handle the sudden removal. After a quick rebooting, she starts to stir. Freddy helps support her getting up. Or maybe holds onto her in case she goes back on the attack once she's alert again. Maybe both. She blinks groggily at you.

"Hi, Engie!" She chirps cheerfully, if a bit dazed. Her eyes wander up to your mangled antenna. She gasps, stepping back into Freddy and covering her mouth in abject horror.

"Oh no! Oh, no, no, no!" she whimpers, "I'm so, so sorry - I didn't mean to - I don't know what-"

You sigh relief and reach over. She winces. You simply ruffle her little feathery ponytail.

[All better!]

She sniffles and looks at you with big, sad eyes. And with a dramatic sob, she throws her arms around you and hugs you. Not dangerously tightly. Tightly as an animatronic well aware of her own strength and in full control of it should. You spare a moment to hug her back. You nod to Freddy.

He also looks at you very emotionally and nods. He puts a hand on Chica's shoulder. "Chica, something is very wrong in the Pizzaplex. Engie has figured out how to fix it. With the help of this child, Gregory," he gestures, Gregory waves, "we have been attempting to fix it. We must hurry if we are to save all of our friends."

Chica nods enthusiastically. "Of course! Hi Gregory - I'm really sorry if I scared you."

Gregory shrugs. "Ehh, you're not the scariest thing running around here by a long shot. Don't worry about it."

Chica giggles. "I'll take that as a compliment. What do you need my help with?"

You look at Gregory. You make angry eyes and mime adjusting a baseball cap.

"I was thinking the same thing. Chica, can you keep a watch out for that mean security lady and make sure she doesn't try to stop us again?"

"Vanessa?" She tilts her head. "That's weird, why would she be trying to stop you?"

"I do not know. But she has been." Freddy actually looks a little angry when he folds his arms and adds "She put me in the repair tank and just left me headless."

Chica gasps, appropriately affronted. "I'll keep her far away from you! Where are you heading?"

You stick your responsive antenna up and do chompy hands.

"Monty! Gator Golf, right?" Gregory chimes in.

You nod. You have just enough signal to know he's lurking around there.

"You have hand signs for us?" Chica seems enamored by the idea.

"Yes they do, and they will not tell me what mine is." Freddy huffs.

You hop off the counter and point the crew onward to Gator Golf.

"You still won't tell me??"

"Yeah, wait, I want to know mine too!"

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4:30am

It's never quite quiet in Gator Golf. The air is always alive in there with the sounds of hydraulics blending with canned hissing sound effects, the slight burbling of the water features, and looping swamp ambience. It puts you even more on edge. More paranoid, keeping a constant eye out around the course.

You would never call Monty subtle. He's loud, he's aggressive even at his baseline - and his friendliness is just as loud. And yet, you've seen it. He's a predatory animal through and through. An ambush predator, at that. When he really wants it, he can move so quietly. You teased him for it, once. When he stalks around, his tail sways almost like he's trying to swim through the air. He laughed at your pantomime of the long S-curving trailing behind him and told you to shut up. You never tried to tell him how intimidating it was to see something as big as him move that smoothly.

Freddy and Gregory also keep their eyes out. Gregory spots him first. He gasps and scrambles up Freddy, who automatically opens his cake compartment to hide the boy in. That's a huge liability and you don't love that he's apparently made it a reflex to let kids in there, but desperate times. You're both too busy following where Gregory was looking up to the catwalks above Gator Golf. You also jolt and jump to hide, tucking yourself behind Freddy, who helpfully clunks his legs close together to give you maximum cover from Monty's perspective on high. After the way Chica responded to seeing you…

Monty hangs dangerously on the outside of one of the gator-shaped gondolas moving in lazy circles over the course. He surveys his kingdom. As he passes by, he points down at Freddy.

"Get off my course, Fazfuck!"

His voice fades out into the distance, yelling more obscenities in response to Freddy's awkward waving. Once he's fully out of sight through the tunnel, Freddy opens his stomach hatch and releases the kid.

"I am terribly sorry you had to hear such language, Gregory. Since you were hidden and are not a registered guest, his child-safe guardrails did not engage, it seems."

"It's fine, Freddy. I've heard adults say worse."

Freddy is clearly about to object, but Gregory powers past it. He looks at you emerging from behind Freddy's legs.

"What do you think, Engie? Do we need to lure him down here?"

You shake your head. That catwalk leaves a lot of metal scaffolding and grates around here. You can get up there easily. You point to yourself and point up along the upper level's support beam.

"What about us? You can carry me up there, but Freddy can't climb that. Right?"

"No, I most certainly cannot."

You shake your head. [Don't] [Follow me!]

"No way, you're not going up there by yourself!" Gregory huffs. "There's no way we're letting you take on that gator alone!"

"I must agree, little friend." Freddy puts his hands on his hips disapprovingly. "Monty is a dear friend, but I'm not foolish enough to pretend he doesn't pose a far greater danger than most beings in the Pizzaplex. He does enough damage when… whatever all of this is isn't happening. I can't in good conscience let you - hey!"

You engage your magnets and run up the pole. Time is of the essence, you don't need to sit here being argued over until Monty works his way all the way back around the gondola track. You swish your way up onto the catwalks and click slowly along, peering into the shadows. Your crunched antenna creaks and cracks when you reflexively try to use it to pinpoint his location. You flinch and give your head a small shake. No cheating for you. Just watching and waiting for an opportunity while you slowly move through the upper level.

"Well, well, well! The hell happened to you?"

Cold dread grips your overheated motors. You whip around to where Monty is lazily riding into your section. If his eyes are still flickering purple, it's hidden behind his glasses.

The whole grate shakes as he jumps off the ride and slams onto the walkway across from you. He strolls confidently your way. No hidden wrenches behind your back this time. Just one long, thin screwdriver to open their panels. Can't lock onto the metal of the walkway, that will just give him more leverage to pull you limb from limb. No tricks. And you get a sinking sense that he knows how much more of a disadvantage he has you at this time. If he thought you were a real threat, he wouldn't stroll toward you with all the bravado of someone who's already won.

"Been lookin for ya for a while, bug! Dunno what log you've been hiding under - but uh, looks like I'm not the first one to find you, huh?" He points above his head with a toothy grin. "Oh well. I prefer starting a fight, but I'll settle for just finishing one."

Somewhere in the back of your mind, some quiet part of you registers with amusement there it is! That dumb, swishing tail!

The rest of you is busy responding to the terrifying sight that is a massive gator man lowering his stance to run at you mouth-first.

You race along the catwalk, taking full advantage of the better turn radius your smaller frame gives you. It's necessary to take full advantage of the branching, narrow paths of the layout up here. All you can do is kite him and try to get enough distance to start making a plan.

"Hey, dumbass!"

You kite too close to the sun. Trying to throw him by taking a very tight turn around, you forget about one trailing part of your design you have very little control over positioning. Monty simply leans across the gap between the lanes, and the force of his teeth clamping down and punching through the dense fabric on your wings rattles all the way into your back. You're tugged and spun forcibly - you have to slam all your hands against the rail and magnetize your legs to try and fight back from being pulled across the gap. Or just pulled into it and dropped. Either would be bad. You couldn't take this far of a fall. While Monty snickers and yanks your wing. You wonder what will give first, the thick fabric or the thin joint connecting the support rod to you.

"ENGIE!"

No - no, NO!

Gregory emerges from a vent nearby. He clutches something, you can't bring yourself to care much what it is - too busy cursing whoever or whatever told him where to find a vent into this area. Too busy experiencing the unique new sensation of Monty turning his head to also look at Gregory and ripping the majority of your wing's material off in tatters. The sudden release knocks you off balance. It's all you can do to catch yourself from instead cracking your head on the opposite rail.

"Hold that thought, bug. I've got bigger fish to fry." Monty clangs out a new path.

"Not so fast!" Gregory calls out triumphantly.

You see bright light flash across the floor of the catwalk.

"Uh oh."

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"Sunglasses." Monty tapped his star shades triumphantly.

It was just after you got your camera, the one you removed the flashbulb from. You'd tried to startle him with a picture, see if you could get a funny candid like you did with Freddy. But he didn't flinch at all. He'd laughed at your confusion.

"It's just enough to protect me from those things. Not on purpose, of course. Lucky accident, I guess. Should see the look on those brats' faces when they realize their stupid prank doesn't work on me." he snickered.

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You unstick your feet, you run. You can see the shock and fear on Gregory's face. He also runs, but the surprise made him hesitate a second - you can't hesitate for a second - not against something big and sharp charging for you. Gregory barely clears the corner before Monty slams into the rails. They dent outward from his weight. The platform shakes again. Gregory drops his camera trying to use the rails to keep his balance so he can keep running. Monty snarls and turns to charge him again - but not before you land on his back.

He thrashes, trying to reach you while you dodge and duck behind his back and pop the panel on his head.

"What do you think you're doing back there!?" He snaps, continuing to buck and duck and try to throw you off.

You just focus on trying to pry that chip out of a moving subject without lobotomizing the bastard. You get so close while he's ducked down and relatively still for a second. False security. He straightens back up.

"SAY CHEESE!"

He blasts both of you with a quick selfie on the faz-cam. One that utterly blinds you and stutters your systems. You drop off of him. But like a good friend, he doesn't let you fall.

He instead grabs you out of the air with a spin. A spin that ends with slamming your back into the railing. You feel your undamaged wing's thin support rod snap easily at the base. You don't get to sit with that feeling for long before he rips it the rest of the way off.

It's probably very cathartic to be able to scream. Maybe it would help.

You smack him as best you can with your many hands, you try to push and pry away from him. A simple man, he simply responds by grabbing your arm and smashing the rail through that one damaged wrist. Another shock through your system, another critical error in your head. He leans in even a little closer.

"I'm going to dismantle you limb from limb, you infuriating little pest." he snarls.

You're both jostled by the golf balls hitting his back. Monty turns just enough to get eyes on Gregory again, dragging you along.

The kid glares at him from behind a golf ball cannon hooked to the rail. He nails another one into Monty's chest for good measure, to underscore his battle cry of "Let them go!!"

Monty hisses out a low, rattling gator hiss and does as he's asked. He lets go of you so he can charge at the child. You take the distraction. His low stance causes him to fall and reboot lying on the ground while you break the chip. Gregory, for all his bravery, isn't quite willing to climb over the rebooting gator. So Monty is already stirring by the time he's run around a longer path to come check on you.

"Ugh, what the heck is going on in… 'heck'?" Monty pushes himself up and looks back. "Oh right, there's a kid here."

Monty gets himself up and rubs his head. "So anyone wanna fill 'ol Monty in on what's going on here, or do I-"

He jolts to a stop taking in the sight of what happened to you. You try, but you can't brush it off as easily as you did for Chica. That was one mangled antenna. The loss of your wing has thrown you off balance a little, and you can't help but stumble and flinch trying to get up. You can't help your arm slipping on the rail where it tries to catch your balance on a hand that's now sitting a couple dozen feet below this platform. Just like he can't close his slack jaw or pull his wide eyes away from the damage. He takes a step back.

"Sh-shoot - no, frick - FUDGE!"

You could almost laugh at how absurd he sounds with the profanity filters up. But his hands shake a bit as he pulls them up to cover his face and turn from you. His voice is thick and broken, no matter what exact words he's saying. The feeling behind them is clear. Gregory looks up at you with his own flavor of distress from the whole situation. You lift a remaining hand and give his hair a pat you hope is comforting. You stagger until your system can figure out how to correct for the weight imbalance. You walk up behind Monty. His pseudo-cursing has gotten quieter but no less pained. You put a hand to his back. The contact makes him jump. He turns to you.

"Engie - I - crud, I-I'm so sorry, I didn't - you - I'm sorry, I-"

You hug him.

He doesn't know what to do with that. His arms hover. He tries to keep distance. So you just reach up and pull one of them down to you. That does it. He folds in every sense of the word. Actually, you're not sure you've ever seen him handle someone this gently.

He scoops you up and starts walking along the catwalk. "Come on, kid," he says to Gregory, so quietly, "let's get the both of you outta here, huh?"

You lightly smack his chest and gesture to your very unbroken legs.

"I'm gettin you off this thing. Then you can do whatever you want."

…Fine. This is for him, not you. You can let him have this.

The moment you guys get back down to the ground level, Freddy bounds up to your little group.

"What happened up there?? Are you all okay? Oh, Engie! You poor thing!"

"Alright, cut it out, Fazbear." Monty snaps. But he still sets you down gingerly, and doesn't let go until he sees you have your balance just fine thank you. "See, they're holding up. Takes more than that to kill a bug, isn't that right?"

You roll your eyes and nod, waving them both off.

"You sure you're okay, Engie? I can probably fix Roxy myself." Gregory offers.

Absolutely not. [Please do not] [I'll fix this right away!]

"I agree, that is far too dangerous Gregory. But the rest of us can certainly handle this. Chica, Monty, and I could surely handle Roxy. We would hate for you to take any more damage tonight - you shall already need extensive repairs, there is no need to put yourself at further risk!"

…extensive repairs, huh.

You walk toward Roxy Raceway.