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The fresh, new animatronic's eyes light up, the yellow-orange circles in your eyes flickering on. You blink eye plates that have been painted to resemble teal eyeshadow - to keep with the glam theme, of course - and look over the room.
"Oh good, this thing does work. Wasn't sure it would - sending over a pile of junk like this, what were they thinking… Alright, pal, can you hear me in there?"
You tilt your head at the blonde woman, rapidly scanning her - Vanessa, staff: security, clearance: maximum - superior.
[Yes!] [Hello, I am Engie Moth! I repair games in the many arcades of the Pizzaplex!]
She rolls her eyes as the preset messages play out. "Yeah, yeah, I know, welcome to the team and shit - look, I have work to do, so we're going to get through this fast. Corporate doesn't want to keep giving severance and settlement pay to all the human engineers who keep getting hurt. So they tossed you together to fix shit for us. If you lose an arm they're replaceable, and you've got plenty to spare -"
You look down and flex fingers on your four hands, turning the wrists experimentally.
"- so ideally you won't be such a big baby about it. And be cheaper to fix and replace. You've already got a full map of the Pizzaplex installed, right?"
You pull up the floor plan internally. [Yes!]
"Good. Hooked up to the repair ticket system?"
You also pull up the repair tickets - oh. Oh good gears, there's a lot of them already, the system is backed up with nearly a week of downed games and mechanical malfunctions all over the mall. Your systems whir with a desperate need to fix them all. [Excuse me, I am afraid I need to do some work over here.] You play the line and step off your charging station to get to work.
"Hey, slow your roll there, tin can. I am legally obligated to finish a few diagnostics on you before you can go. Ugh, what do they want from me now…" She flips through pages on a clipboard while you wait to be dismissed. So much to do, so far behind - to make matters worse, another ticket pops into the queue, a request for one of the band members, it's flagged "high priority" and practically scream at you for attention.
"Ah, there we go. Okay, activated just fine, confirmed audio receptors work." She suddenly throws something past you, and your head whips to follow it. You jump a little when the wrench loudly impacts the metal door nearby, wings flaring in alarm.
"Visual receptors also work just fine, response time is good, blah blah blah, security screens work just fine too…"
Oh yes, that's what they are. You know that your "wings" are thin screens that allow you to block off an area while you work on live electronics. On the back, they should say "repairs in progress, please stand clear" in big text. On the inside, they're just decorative, more of that bright teal with black accents that somewhat resemble clouds. You also twitch your antennae experimentally just for something to do and register Vanessa make note of them working. They are functional, and moving them is helping you pinpoint your proximity to some of the repairs.
"Ugh, god, do they really want me to… fuck me, fine - okay, I know your voice bank clearly works, but I still have to have you go through all your voice lines to make sure they work. So hurry it up so you can go."
Well, you don't have to be told twice!
[Hello, I am Engie Moth! I repair games in the many arcades of the Pizzaplex!]
[Yes!]
[Not at this moment. I apologize for the inconvenience.]
[If you require further assistance, please locate the nearest employee!]
[I apologize, I'll fix this right away!]
[I apologize, I am still fixing this!]
[Excuse me, I am afraid I need to do some work over here.]
[I apologize, please take these tokens, and enjoy another game in the meantime!]
[All better! Have fun!]
[I think the band is very cool. Have you seen them yet?]
[You should be sure to see the band! They give short performances every two hours, and a longer performance at (6:00pm) today!]
[Do you need help finding your mother/father/parent/caretaker?]
[Are you lost?]
[Please do not play with my toolbox. The Fazbear Pizzaplex is not liable for injuries sustained while playing with Engie Moth™'s tools, or while interrupting a repair process.]
[Don't forget to bring your tickets to the prize counter to select a goody! Do you need help finding the prize counter?]
[Follow me! I will show you to the nearest prize counter.]
…is that it? You feel… oddly unsatisfied at how few things you can say. It feels so limiting.
Vanessa looks up at the silence. "Oh, are you done? Thank god - I didn't notice anything weird. Uh, run diagnostic motions? What the hell does that mean…"
You thoughtlessly start running through a pre-programmed series of movements to test your body's mobility. While your arms move you find yourself instead focused on scanning the repair tickets again. Mostly games, though the Raceway is apparently dangerously low on assistant drivers - you can't imagine how they get so damaged so fast, it looks like many of them were just repaired! The high priority ticket has come from Roxanne Wolf complaining of a scratch in her paint job. …That hardly seems high priority to you, but who are you to question it.
"And that's my last thing. Don't bother me unless it's an emergency, I'm busy. Get to work and get back here before the end of the night, I'm supposed to check on you before the place opens." And she leaves.
You look at the cabinet next to your charging station. It's locked behind a keycard, but you reflexively put your hand against the scanner and it registers your clearance and opens. You pick up your toolbox and hurry to work. First stop: Rockstar Row.
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You arrive in the back hall of Rockstar Row and wander down the line. As you pass one door - Montgomery Gator's, your internal map tells you - you jump and your wings flare again, startled by the loud crashing and yelling coming from inside. You stand by the door for a moment, waiting for the repair ticket to come in and… nothing. Whatever just broke over there isn't being reported. You decide to hurry along to Roxanne's ticket and finish it, maybe the new damage will be reported while you're working on her? You scan your hand next to her door and idly wonder if the others have limited voice banks either.
"About damn time, No one said the new repair guy was this - what the hell are you?"
Okay, apparently they don't. You also didn't realize they were this much bigger than you - you were only a little taller than Vanessa and not much bigger around, wings not included. Looking up at the confused and aggravated wolf animatronic, however, you're realizing you are an exceptionally small animatronic compared to them.
[Hello, I am Engie Moth! I repair games in the many arcades of the Pizzaplex!] You wave one of your hands.
"Okay? I'm not a game, genius, so what are you doing here? Where's the repair… guy… don't tell me, they finally automated repairs too, didn't they."
[Yes!] [Excuse me, I am afraid I need to do some work over here.] You gesture that you want to come in the room.
"Yeah, I know you do, I asked for you - guh, this is stupid, can you fix my legs or not?" She sits at her vanity and gestures to the superficial scratches in the paint. You tilt your head at her, wondering if this really counts as a repair at all - they're fine enough that they shouldn't even be visible from the audience while she performs - heck, if you didn't have the guides programmed in to know these spots are discolored you might not even notice them.
She growls at you. "Don't give me that look, you gaudy little scrap heap - I need to look perfect, and this is not perfect! So you are going to fix it or you're going to leave here with a normal number of arms, got it?"
Yep, you've got it! You poke around your tools and, sure enough, do seem to have the paints for all of the band members ready to mix. You mix some of Roxanne's up and get to work, carefully smoothing over the paint and filling in the spots where the pattern is off. While you're at it, you decide to touch up any other specs and spots you notice, lines that could be cleaner, anything that keeps her from being "perfect" as requested. You finish up and give her a thumbs up.
[All better! Have fun!]
She turns her leg, examining your handiwork. "Huh… not bad, scraps. Maybe you won't be so bad. Alright, get out of here, I'm busy."
You seem to be hearing that a lot… But you cheerfully nod and pick up your toolbox. A lot of other work on the queue, after all! You step out of the room and look down the hall. Huh… you still haven't gotten any tickets for the crashing sounds earlier. Should you… check in without one? If he got broken enough, maybe he couldn't send in a request? No… no, you reason, if he was damaged enough to lose that signal, a ticket would automatically go in. Another crash startles you and you decide to start working your way down the existing repair tickets first tonight.