Poor Roxanne Wolf expected to be forced down to Parts and Services for her routine maintenance. She expected the usual horrible male technicians, their jeering, their catcalls, their insults. She dreaded having to go into the so-called "protective cylinder" wherein she would be shut down so the techs could perform whatever maintenance was needed, her ugly endoskeleton bared to the world... As she slumped in front of her vanity mirror weeping, she didn't hear the knock on her door, didn't hear it open, didn't see the middle-aged human come in. She didn't see him briefly sit on her couch to place his akubra hat there, along with a laptop and a small bag of parts. But when he sat down with her at her mirror then she could see him.
His partially brown and partially grey beard and moustache were thick but well-kept; the glasses on his face clean. He wore no Fazbear Uniform; rather he wore a set of white jogger's shorts and an orange-and-blue "hi-vis" shirt. The expression on his face was concern mixed with sadness. Normally she would have turned and berated him by now - demanded to know who he was, demanded to know why he was here, ordered him out of her room - but... she just didn't have the energy. Instead, she inhaled a shuddering breath, and then wept all the harder. Being what she was, she was heavier then him, yet the man did all he could to gather her into his arms; he held her, rocked her. "I'm not a loser..." she stated. At her words, the human's eyes went a little misty. "Of course you're not," he stated matter-of-factly. Roxanne turned in his arms; then she was the one holding HIM as she snuffled into his shoulder, nuzzled him with her nose. "I... I'm your favorite, right?" she asked, her voice soft, far away from her usual brash tone.
"You are," he answered promptly, "and that's why I've been assigned to you-and ONLY you. No more going down to Parts and Services unless there's something drastically wrong and you actually NEED to go there, yeah?" At this, Roxanne scanned him - just to be sure - and then near-whimpered in relief! This man, David, checked out. He WAS her new mechanic, hers and only hers! Happiness bloomed inside her, then, and she squeezed him hard in another hug. Normally she would never be this trusting of another person-but... he'd held her as she cried, had told her she wasn't a loser; that she was his favorite. With just a few words he'd validated her, made her think that she had value, that others might like her and want to be her friend.
David bade her stand then, and - to her surprise - rather than trying to take her down to Parts and Services as she'd first thought he was going to do, he had her turn for him, then asked her to go through the full range of movement and motion her body was capable of. As Roxanne did this he walked around her, nodding at some things she did, but frowning at others. Reaching into his bag, he withdrew a slew of fine tools and parts; then her jaw dropped as - without shutting her down, or causing her any pain whatsoever - David used fine jewellers screwdrivers to remove only the panels covering her joints; then he set to work with paint-on corrosion and rust removal chems, followed later by a load of penetrating oil into all of her joints! After waiting for a time, he had her repeat her movement routine, smiling when she marvelled that her movement was better than ever!
Roxanne marvelled as - with her permission - he worked on her "live" without shutting her down, removing shell panel after shell panel, replacing them when he was done, always ensuring that her whole endoskeleton wasn't bared for all to see as he replaced worn seals and bearings, replaced a few joints in her claws that were truly worn despite the penetrating oil, sanded and mini-wire-wheeled others, smoothed away sharp edges... he effectively gave her a complete minor service, all while she was awake and conscious! Then, David near-blew her mind when he gently led her over to her couch. There, again with her breathless consent, he gently connected the laptop he'd brought with him to a port in the back of her head... and let her view the very code that made her who she was! After running a complete malware sweep which made her feel a bit light-headed, both he and she frowned at the garbage it picked up; then she groaned as it was obliterated, infected and corrupted files replaced with those fresh from backup.
Later, after running a second scan that had her all giggly, David gave the wolfess an incredible gift. He uploaded into her over twenty years of experience and knowledge about how to modify her own code-and that of the other animatronics-making her eyes widen before she leaned gently on him and wept again. Later, talking with each other, joking and laughing as if they'd known each other for years, both David and Roxanne Wolf went through her code, cleaning up a colossal mess; code that didn't work right, code that made no sense, directives that were outright dangerous and harmful, Fazbear Entertainment garbage that she was "programmed" to say or do... Together they eased away her extreme narcissism and dealt with her awful low self-esteem issues. Words could not describe how she silently raged when David found the parts of her programming that said "you must be the best yet always lose to children on her own Raceway." Tears streamed down her face, she sobbed, David comforting her as they worked on it all together, replacing it with, well... reliance upon actual skill as a kart racer. Now... whether she might win or lose would be up to the randomness of life.
Sometimes she might win; other times she might lose to someone more skilled then challenge them to reclaim her title whilst on other days she might be content to let a special child win, or beat another child whom was an awful bully, among other things! When at last they were finished both human and wolfess looked at her lean, clean, properly commented and optimized code, Roxanne smiling gently, a little misty-eyed. She loved and was happy with herself and who she was, but not to extreme levels; there would be no more pep-talks or crying in front of her mirror; she no longer needed to do that ever again. Oh, she was still "herself", still the brash and confident wolf she'd always been-but now, instead of insulting and putting others down to lift herself, she would wield her brashness and confidence as a weapon to inspire and lift up others, children who lacked confidence in themselves as she once did. She also had no problems with being extremely quiet and gentle with children who were scared or shy, often trading shifts in the Daycare with Sun and Moon. When the first child there sleepily murmured "Wuff-Mama" to her as she held him, she waited 'till the end of her shift; then she ran back to David, could barely stammer out what happened before holding him close as she burst into tears.
She was content.