A man sat near a desk in a small, crowded workshop, working away at a project. The light was feeble and flickering, but it was enough to cover the corners of the room just enough. Beside his feet, humanoid shells in the shapes of foxes, bears and humans lay limp, looking more dead than they ever would.
The man looked up on a news article pinned to the wall in front of him. Freddy Fazbear's: Closed, it read in a worn, faded ink. Sighing, the man drifted his gaze back to his project.
"Fazbear Entertainment depends on this." the man grumbled under his breath. His voice was heavy, undertoned by a strong British accent. "Without this, surely they'll be going to shit."
Stop talking to yourself like this. He told himself, smacking his forehead with his palm. You're not this paranoid to finish some robots, are you?
On his desk, the gleaming, hollow shell of a faux creature lay before him. It bore the image of a cheerful blue rabbit, a smile permanently engraved between its rosy cheeks and striking green eyes. From the top of its rounded head, two rabbit ears poked out into the air. Tidy splits lined the shell, most prominently the large one running straight down the front of its face.
Like he had for mere days before, the man tweaked the workings of the robotic creature. Switching between hammers, wrenches and screwdrivers in his hands, he whittled away at the ornate mechanisms that lay beneath the robotic rabbit's shell. As he worked, sunlight began to stream through the cracked blinds of the room.
As soon as he felt satisfied, even being the perfectionist he was, he ran his oil-stained hands ran along the smooth exterior of the creation, not leaving a single mark on its shell. He then flipped the robotic thing over to its back, where under a panel lay a small crank. As he twisted it, the inside of the suit began to click. Robotic parts and wires crudely slided towards the edges of the shell. There was just enough room inside the nearly-hollow creation to fit one human being, albeit in a tight fit.
The man smirked. The last of his creations was finished. He wiped sweat off his forehead and rustled through the papers on his desk. He removed six blueprints from the messy stack.
Each blueprint had a design similar to the finished creature before him. The man began to flip through the concepts.
Ballora, Minireena, Foxy, Freddy, Bidybab... Here we go. Baby Bonnie.
He pulled the blue-tinted paper onto the desk in front of him. The concepts sketched on it looked identical to the robot in every fashion. With satisfaction, a smirk turned up on his normally solemn face.
The man drifted around the room, bringing the rest of the creatures to the desk one by one. He stood back from the metallic corpses for a moment. Their eyes gleamed, but not with any sort of life.
On the corner of his desk, a dusty red phone lay silent. The man picked up the phone and held it to his ear, tapping his foot on the tiled floor as he clicked buttons in a sequence he'd dialed for years before.
"Hello, hello? Fazbear Entertainment."
The man grinned. That voice was all too familiar. "This is the CEO calling. I have news."
Static crackled through the line, leaving no room for silence. "What sort of news, Mr. Afton?"
"The animatronics that the company requested last week are ready. Expect them to be delivered this evening." the man said. He placed the phone back on its stand, cutting the call short with a click. His mouth remained upturned as he looked back towards the projects.
If there was one last way to fix his crumbling company, he'd found it.