Production Part 1
As the day began to wind down, the anthro-tronics began to sense the tense emotions in the atmosphere. They attempted to obscure their worries from the children the best they could, however it was illustrated clearly between each other. As they walked beside each other, Freddy and Bonnie conversed about what had been going on.
"Chica told me that she met with Mr. Reynolds." Bonnie said.
"Oh no…" Freddy sighed, "Well, I suppose it was inevitable. What did the manager say?"
"She said that he asked her a bunch of questions about our update; and if it was through Thomas that we have 'em in the first place." Answered, Bonnie. "And you know what, Fred, I think crap's about to go down tonight."
Freddy sighed once again, "I suspected as much."
"Well, it wasn't really a secret, right?" Bonnie asked, "I mean, we didn't exactly tell him, but we weren't really hiding it from him either."
"That's not the point, Bonnie. We were minutely secretive. Also… us having these updates could put the company in jeopardy, in more ways than one."
"Name them, cause I don't see it." Bonnie said with a tone of disbelief.
"They're actually quite simple, Bonnie. Mistakes. Mistakes can occur." Freddy said, "And as dirty as your mind is, I'm almost certain you know what I'm talking about." Bonnie looked downward at himself, before closing his eyes and raising his head.
"Oh boy… you're right…" Bonnie groaned.
"Not to mention this is a kid's restaurant. Also, despite having rooms for different age groups, we shouldn't possess such vulgar appendages." Continued, Freddy. "Additionally, Mr. Reynolds is not an imbecile. I'm certain the moment he saw Chica, and asked those questions; he instantly became aware of the reason of our clothes." Bonnie sighed and looked away, understanding the full weight of the situation.
"So… what are we going to do?" Bonnie muttered.
Freddy shrugged his shoulders, "I'm not certain. And as of now, I don't believe there is anything we can do. We just have to speak with Mr. Reynolds once this day is over."
Bonnie shook his head and shivered, "I don't like the way this is going." Freddy nodded in agreement.
About a half an hour later, the time for closing the restaurant had arrived. As a result, the anthro-tronics urged the children out of the play and party rooms, helping them to their guardians and parents. Each of them sighed as the last customer exited the restaurant, the glass double doors closing and locking behind them.
"Is it just me, or did it just get colder…?" Tg muttered, wrapping his arms around himself.
"Nah… it's everyone." Answered, Wan, hugging himself as well.
"Well, there's no point complaining about how difficult or scary this may be." Freddy sighed, "Let's just go and get this over with."
"Agreed…" Added, Teddy. The group walked toward the main room, meeting up with Mike and Rick.
"Michael…" Freddy greeted him, "And Rick. Where is Thomas?"
Mike spoke up, "He's coming, he's on the roof. I just… well, sorta spoke to him."
"We're in deep shiz right now…" Rick murmured uneasily.
"I just hope none of us three get fired." Mike said bluntly. "Especially Thomas." As Mike said his name, Thomas stepped down the stairs that lead to the roof, a solemn expression on the young man's face. He slowly walked toward the group, but didn't utter a word.
"Hey, Thomas." Mike said to him. Thomas didn't reply, instead, he downward and away from Mike and the others. "Look, dude, we're not mad at you or anything. In fact, there aren't any negative emotions toward you at all. We're sorry for dogging you about the update for all this time. And you're right; we should have more trust in you."
"You got that right." Thomas spat, folding his arms. The young technician continued to avoid eye contact. "Anyway, where's the manager?"
"He's probably still in his-" Rick stopped once he saw Mr. Reynolds walking toward the group. "Never mind…" Shonnie gulped and snuck behind his brother, who was also a bit fearful.
"Hello, everyone." Mr. Reynolds greeted them in a monotonous tone.
"Hello, sir." Freddy greeted him, attempting to shroud his trepidation.
"How are you all this evening?" Mr. Reynolds asked them.
"Uh, not to be disrespectful, sir, but… uh, can we not do this? Let's just cut to the chase and… y'know, tell us what you want." Rick interjected.
Mr. Reynolds chuckled in response, "Alright, I agree. I'm sure you all know what my concern is, correct?"
"Our update?" Chira asked for assurance, standing beside Blu.
"Exactly. Thomas, we all know you are the one who developed this update." Mr. Reynolds replied. Thomas stood still, seemingly unfazed by the situation. "First of all, I'd like to know what gave you the idea to give these guys such an update." Thomas stepped forward with a somewhat proud expression, still seeming not to care too much about the conversation.
"It's really simple, actually." The teen said. "I care for these guys. I care for them a lot. In fact, I love them. So much so, that I can't stand the fact that they're stuck inside this restaurant for the rest of their robotic lives. These guys have been blessed with life, when really no other robot should have it! I don't like the fact that these guys can't actually live the lives they've been given! And they say there they're happy doing their job entertaining the children here, but I don't want their lives to be nothing but a toy to children to come in and play with only a few hours a day, twenty-four seven! And deep down, I know they want something more than this! Especially with what their already aware of, and what more they can discover from out there! And they can't get it from in here, Mr. Reynolds. And I know right now, all you're thinking is, 'they aren't people. They're robots. And they may have been blessed with sentience, but that doesn't change the fact that they belong here.' Well here's the way I see it, we, you and I, don't belong anywhere. We don't stay in one place; we travel around, making ourselves happy and living life the way it's supposed to. All I want to do is give the same opportunity to them. That's it." Mr. Reynolds stood facing Thomas, his eyes locked on to the young man.
The manager chuckled deeply before speaking, "I didn't ask for all of that, Thomas. However, I'm glad you did tell me so much. And actually, it brings a smile to face to hear that. You know, being around all of you all has changed me. And you know what… I understand why you did this." Mr. Reynolds looked around at the anthro-tronics that stood before him. "And the last thing I'd want is for you gifted beings to be confined in such a… such a tight and constricting space." The manager looked to Thomas again, "I'm giving you full permission over these guys, Thomas, Mike, and Rick. And you all," The manager said to the anthro-tronics, "You have full permission over yourselves. You don't have to stay here. As long as you don't cause trouble, and you're happy, so am I." The anthro-tronics mouths dropped simultaneously, as did Mike and Rick's.
"Dude… are you being serious right now?" Bonnie muttered in shock, eyes wide.
Mr. Reynolds nodded, "I'm completely serious. All of you shouldn't be treated like that; especially with the lives you've been given. And to be honest, I don't want to be the one to hold you back."
"This is unreal…" Benny said, completely flabbergasted, placing a palm on his forehead.
"Yossha!" Cheered, Riomei.
"Thomas," Mr. Reynolds said, "You are a blessing to these animatronics as much as their lives are. And I'm proud to have such a noble man as my employee." Thomas smirked a bit, but didn't respond. "I do have a request, however."
Thomas' smirk instantly went down, "I saw that coming."
"It's not a big request. I just want one thing." The manager said, "Would you all continue to come back to the restaurant as a job, instead of your life? The pizzeria is nothing without all of you. You all make it what it is. So… would you all help keep the business afloat?"
"You can count on us!" Teddy beamed, saluting the manager. "Sir, thank you so much! You are such a generous man!"
"Hmph, this is a stunning move he's making, considering the massive cheapskate he used to be." Thomas said to Teddy.
"However, he certainly is illustrating the change he's underwent!" Teddy replied, shaking Mr. Reynolds hand rapidly in excitement. Thomas scoffed, folding his arms again.
"You're welcome, Teddy. All of you. I wish you utmost happiness in your new lives. I want the best for you." Mr. Reynolds said.
"Uh… realization here." Chica interjected. "Where are we all going to stay?" Mike quickly backed away, moving away from the group.
"I'm not having all of you guys in my house. No way, no how. Too many of you." Mike muttered swiftly.
"Not to worry, Michael." Mr. Reynolds told him, "You all can stay here. Just as you always have been. This place will be your home and work place. However, you are free to leave whenever you see fit during the day."
"Thank you so much, Mr. Reynolds! This has to be the most generous thing you've ever done for us!" Freddy exclaimed.
"It shouldn't be the last either." The manager chuckled in response.
"Aye, I shoul' hope no'. I like seein' this side o' ye. Yer more likable this way." Foxy agreed with a toothy and innocent grin. Mr. Reynolds narrowed his eyes at the red fox, but didn't bother to address that he knew what the fox was doing.
"Right… anyway, I hope you guys enjoy yourselves out there." The manager said.
"We will!" Riomei giggled, "We can't thank you enough!"
"No need to, just enjoy it." Mr. Reynolds replied, folding his arms with a smile. Mike and Rick exchanged a few glances before looking to Thomas.
"Hey, T. Wh-what are ya thinkin'?" Rick asked him in a playful, yet nervous tone.
Thomas stood still with his arms folded across his chest, a sigh escaping his lips, "Just about them."
"The anthro-robos?" Rick inquired.
"Not just them…" Thomas muttered, looking toward the Parts and Service room. The young technician fell silent, Mike and Rick staring in the same direction.
"So, we've basically got the entire night to ourselves, what are we going to do with it?" Freddy asked his family.
"I don't even know, this is so exciting!" Goldy giggled, "As long as we have things on to cover our ears and tails, the whole town is ours to discover!"
"Adven'ure af'er adve'ure!" Foxy cheered, raising his hook earnestly.
"Could we go shopping again? That was really fun!" Chica beamed, when suddenly her smile dropped, becoming a glare.
"Ch-Chica? What's the matter? What's with the face?" Teddy asked, raising an eyebrow and taking a step backward. Chica quickly looked to Bonnie, who also stepped backward.
"Lingerie… ?" Chica growled, her purple eyes glowing with rage.
"Wh-what?" Bonnie muttered fearfully.
"Lingerie!? You wanted me to get lingerie!?" Chica shouted. Bonnie became wide eyed, blushing slightly.
"Oh, yeah! Haha, I remember saying that!" He said nervously, rubbing the back of his head. "I j-just thought that… y-you know, you'd look really hot in that stuff…"
"Bonnie… I'm not, nor will I ever get things like that!" Chica yelled; her fists by her sides. "I can't even believe you suggested something like that! Is that what you think of me? Nothing but walking figure of pleasure for you!?"
"N-no! No! O-of course not! I j-just thought that… y-you know, you wouldn't mind since we're in the kind of relationship." Bonnie said defensively, "I no way do I think that you're just a pleasure tool… I love you, Chica. You're everything to me." Chica continued to glare at Bonnie, huffing angrily before turning off, folding her arms. Bonnie slowly wrapped his arms around Chica, hugging her gingerly, "I love you, Chica. You mean so much to me. And… I'm sorry that I made you feel that way."
Chica smiled a diminutively, blushing similarly, "Just… watch what you say. Okay?"
Bonnie nodded, "I got it. I'm sorry." Chica's smile grew as she turned around and hugged Bonnie back, kissing his cheek.
"Wow, Bonnie. I didn't know you were so dirty." Tg chuckled, "Despite everything that you say and do, I thought it was all talk."
"Most of it is talk…" Bonnie admitted softly, looking away. "I don't mean all of it."
"Wait guys, I just had a realization." Roxy interrupted.
"Wha's is it, lass?" Foxy asked her.
"We want to go out and everything right? But… we don't have any money." Roxy distinguished. The room went silent upon hearing this. Then, simultaneously, each of the anthro-tronics all turned to face Mike.
The night guard's eyes widened, "No! No, no, no, no, no, no! Don't look at me! I can't give you guys any money! I barely have enough to take care of myself! And if I can't give you guys money, you know Rick can't!"
"Hey! I'm not broke anymore!" Rick shouted defensively, "I even have my own apartment now, even if it's in the same complex as yours."
Teddy looked to the manager with an expression of thought, "Oh, Mr. Reynolds?"
"Yes, Teddy?" Mr. Reynolds replied, his mood visibly decreasing in enthusiasm.
"You did say that we would be treated as if this were our job, correct?" Teddy continued, "Would you mind giving us our first pay check?" Teddy stared at the manager with extremely innocent and Mr. Reynolds groaned, rubbing his face.
"Oohh, look at that. His mood gets worse as we talk more about money!" Rick laughed, "The cheapskate has resurfaced!"
"Shush, Rick." Mr. Reynolds sighed, "Fine… I can do that. I'll pay you all as much as I pay Mike, Rick, and Thomas." The anthro-tronics all grinned largely, growing more and more excited. "Well, that's that. There isn't much else I have to say. Unless, any of you have any questions."
"Nope! Thank you very much, Mr. Reynolds!" Freddy beamed, his hands behind his back. The manager nodded in response, exhaling in slight exhaustion.
"Now then, where are those new technicians? I wanted to speak with them as well." Mr. Reynolds said, now gaining a more brightened expression. Supposedly, he was running on some back up energy, despite the bags under his eyes.
"They're probably still in the Parts and Service room, they've been in there ever since the restaurant opened today." Thomas elaborated.
"Well, I'll go meet them. In the meantime, you all can… oh, I don't know. Whatever you want is fine with me, just make sure everything is ready for tomorrow." Mr. Reynolds replied with a shrug.
Thomas walked by the manager, "I'll go with you."
"Oh wait!" Goldy said, raising his hand.
"What is it, Goldy?" Freddy asked of his golden brother.
"I saw something today." Goldy continued. "It was about those new techs. I saw… um… A-Aaron, I think his name was, I saw him run out of the Parts and Service room. It looked like he was headed to the Party Rooms."
"And? What else?" Thomas implored, becoming more intrigued by Goldy's explanation with every passing second.
"Well, that's it. I went back to work after I saw that. I wanted to tell you guys just in case it might be something bad." Goldy said in an innocent tone. Thomas looked to the Parts and Service room and began walking, a slight glare present on his face.
"Uh, T? You're not planning anything… are you?" Rick called after his friend. Thomas didn't reply, he continued marching toward the door, aggressively grasping the knob as he reached it.
"Oh boy…" Bonnie muttered, lifting his shoulders in apprehension, preparing for something bad to occur. Thomas swung the door open, finding the techs tinkering with an object on a large table, covered in grease and grime, holding technological tools.
"So, what are you six up to?" Thomas asked them, folding his arms as he leaned against the corridor.
"Oh, h-hey, Thomas!" Josh greeted with minute hesitation. "What's up?"
"That's what I just asked you. Now answer the question." Thomas snarled abrasively. Erica walked forward as Ross grabbed what appeared to be a tarp, using it to cover the object on the table.
"We were just experimenting with the techniques you had taught us earlier today." She said with a simple tone. Thomas' expression didn't alter, his persistent glare remained. The young technician walked into the room, his arms still folded. The new technicians seemed to crowd around Thomas as he walked toward the table, blocking his way.
"What are you doing?" Thomas asked.
"Nothing, Thomas. What are you doing?" Aaron returned. Thomas' glare increased in its intensity as he stood there.
"Move." Thomas demanded. "Now." The techs reluctantly did as they were told, clearing Thomas' path to the table. The teen gripped the tarp placed on the object, quickly ripping it off. What laid underneath astonished Thomas. His eyes widened as the others walked into the room as well. The tarp slowly flew onto the ground. What rested on the table was…
A/N: What is it with me and cliffhangers? I'm starting to do it on every chapter. Anyway, yaay! Another chapter up! My schedule is finally starting to relax again, so I can get more chapters done much quicker. Additionally, I'm on Tumblr now! So, if you guys want to keep up with me, you can now find me on wattpad, deviantart, and tumblr! Whoo! All links can be found on my page here on FanFiction. I won't paste them here because links cannot be pasted here, and it would be too much work for you all and I to put in your browser. But yeah! I hope to see you guys in those places!
As for this chapter, what in the world could be on that table!? Well, it's pretty logical actually. These guys are techs, so they should only be tinkering with technological objects. And you guys should probably see what's coming up soon. Also, I made up my mind on something! I am most likely going to bring the KyouSou animatronics back into the story! So for those of you who asked me to do so, your wish just may be coming true! I just need to find a way to re-introduce them. Additionally, this chapter is the start of a new arc! Horray! As you probably noticed, events are beginning to take turns. Bobbin' and weavin' through this story now. lol
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