"Another hard day with the kids, Fazzy?"
The usual smile spread across Blondie's face as Freddy entered the back. He looked tired, clearly, quickly slipping off his bow tie and tossing his hat to the corner. Blondie hardly got a passing glance, with Freddy used to the teasing. It always caught him a bit off guard, though, that the other animatronic could pass off mocking as innocence so easily. Blondie had too sweet a face, he supposed.
"Just the usual. Might as well pull down all those posters with the rules printed on them, the kids can't read and the parents don't care."
When the bear sat, Blondie could finally reach his shoulders, massaging them almost sincerely. Freddy already knew the act. Blondie wanted something. The same something as every night.
"I could handle those kids, Freddy. I'm programmed nicely, I'm great with kids. You know that…"
Leaning down, chest to Freddy's back, Blondie smirked.
"You're getting old, too. Joints locking up, circuits wearing. You're close to falling apart, Freddy!"
Blondie wasn't usually so outwardly malicious. Freddy knew it was a side the other bot had, but it was usually hidden behind smiles and insincerity. When he tried to move away from Blondie's grasp, Freddy felt something pop under the other's fingers, in his shoulder. He fell back to his chair, arms going limp.
"Whoopsie! Guess you're a little more broken than I thought!"
Blondie pulled away quickly, still smiling.
"Gee whiz, you can't be falling apart like this in front of the children! You'll scare them half to death!"
"Blondie,"
Freddy glared back over his paralyzed shoulders, the same eyes that had scared away several guards. Blondie only smiled wider at his look, however.
"Oh, don't get angry, Fazzy. You know what that does to me~."
Another flick of the wrist and Freddy's arms were back to working order. He stood, internally disappointed that he let himself fall into one of Blondie's traps again.
"What if that happens on its own? What if the parents see? They'll know how broken you are, Freddy. They'll stop coming, business will slow. They'll have to shut down the whole place because 'Sorry kids, Freddy's broken!' Those poor children!"
"It wouldn't happen if a certain someone would stop popping my joints out of place."
He tried to keep calm, tried not to play into Blondie's game again.
"The kids treat you like a jungle gym, though. Try as you might, you won't be able to stop one of them from finding you out~."
"There's nothing to find out." He was getting angrier, that was no good. He switched topics before Blondie could keep digging. "Anyway, the night guard'll be here in an hour, so hurry up and get the playroom cleaned out. And make sure you make it back to the stage before he sees you."
"Hm, okay Freddy, I'll do my best."
With another too sweet smile, Blondie watched Freddy make his way out. Tomorrow, then.
Another one posted from my FNAF tumblr. The "animatronics" are basically realistic humanoid-robots/androids with built-in personalities that work kind of like the human brain.