Glass [Overly Affectionate Animatronics – no pairings]

"Freddy and I need your help solving a debate."

Such a simple request, she never could have imagined where it was going. Whenever the bots had a new idea, they would look to the staff for feedback and lucky her, she was the only one still working when inspiration had struck. Apparently Fazbear Entertainment was doing a calendar and the photoshoot was coming up.

For the last 20 minutes, Monty and Freddy had stood outside the large glass window of the security room, striking poses for the new nightguard. It was a good thing they'd showed her the serious ones first, because she'd never be able to give them a proper answer now.

Freddy flexed and wiggled his eyebrows and ears, sending the red-faced woman into another fit of laughter.

"Oh my God, stop!" her stomach was starting to hurt from laughing so much.

"What do you think, Monty? Should we show our nightguard some mercy?"

"I suppose so," he chuckled. "She might pass out otherwise."

"Agreed."

Ghost [Help Wanted/Gameverse – no pairings]

Golden Freddy hated being so powerless. His body was gone, yet his spirit remained, tied to the child that had been stuffed inside him. He did his best to quell the child's anger, but even after the purple man had died, their rage was often too great for him to control. Instead he tried to warn the new hires, but his ghostly form had trouble getting his message across. Many an innocent nightguard had fallen to them. He hated it.

Upgrade [Overly Affectionate Animatronics – Golden Freddy x Phone Guy, Freddy x Jeremy Fitzgerald]

"Well aren't you a sight for new optics." Golden purred, taking the guard's hand in his own.

The head of security, "Phone Guy" to the other guards, stuttered hopelessly as the bear began rubbing a thumb over the knuckles of said hand. Golden's aqua eyes were glowing as he drew the human into an embrace, nuzzling the crook of his neck in delight.

Watching the scene from close by, Jeremy chuckled as the animatronic turned his friend into a flustered mess. Anyone who had worked at Freddy's when the old bots were active knew about the gold bear's fixation with the redhead. Speaking of fixations-

"It's good to see them together."

"Yeah," Jeremy replied turning to face Freddy. The blond had to admit, the upgrades were remarkable. If he didn't know better, he'd swear the bear was a real anthropomorphic animal.

Freddy offered a hand to the petite guard, "Perhaps we should give them some time alone."

Jeremy nodded, accepting the bear's offer and taking his hand, letting Freddy lead him away from the pair.

Scare [Help Wanted/Gameverse – no pairings]

Michael struggled not to start tapping his foot in agitation as the ancient printer struggled to print out a new batch of fliers. He hated this part. Sound was the one thing sure to draw "them" to his tiny office.

Taking a deep breath, he looked to the right of his computer where Helpy was sitting on his desk going over the day's receipts. The tiny bear looked up and tilted his head inquisitively, making the man chuckle. Eli had an eye for design that was for sure.

A loud thump from the vent on his left snapped him back to full attention. Heart hammering in his chest, he flicked his flashlight on and aimed straight down the vent, revealing the would-be intruder.

"Lefty?"

Sure enough, it was the one-eyed black bear staring back at him from the darkness of the vent. Tilting his flashlight away from the bot's sensitive optic he frowned, the bear wasn't supposed to be down here.

"Lefty what are you doing here? Never mind that, how did you get in the vents?"

For a long time the bear didn't move or speak, long enough in fact, to worry the former technician. While his AI was new and still learning, it shouldn't be taking him this long to respond.

Almost as if waking from a trance, the bear finally began to speak. "Hello sir…I-I'm not sure how I got down here. I'm sure I was on stage with the others when I shut down."

That was concerning. He'd be sure to tell Eli about it when he got home, it seemed those encrypted files might be more of a problem than they'd hoped. Fortunately, the printer shut off and Michael breathed a sigh of relief. Setting off one more audio lure in the opposite direction they needed to leave, he scooped Helpy off the desk, then shut down the computer.

"Follow us, Lefty. We'll get you back on stage and have Eli check your systems in the morning."