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"I can't believe I let you rope me into this," Victor grumbled as he ran a hairbrush through Roxy's long, synthetic locks as the rockstar polished her claws with a small dremel tool.

"I didn't 'rope' you into anything; this is part of your job," the animatronic countered.

"Fair enough, but you can do this entirely by yourself. You usually do."

"Well, a girl likes to be pampered every now and then," Roxy shrugged.

"Even the strongest and most independent ones?" Victor snorted.

"Yes, even me," Roxy smirked at him through her vanity mirror.

He shook his head and kept brushing. They soon lapsed into a comfortable silence, save for the low drone of the dremel.

As usual, Roxy had an ulterior motive for her strange request/demand. And, as usual, Victor knew all about it, but chose not to call her out. There had been a party that afternoon where every kid in attendance was a Freddy fan. And ONLY a Freddy fan. The others went largely ignored, but only one of them took it personally.

Roxy often needed a morale boost after such things, and despite his grumblings Victor was glad to provide it in any way he could. The fact that she was letting someone else provide it at all was a significant breakthrough. Maybe this could be their "thing"? All the other Glamrocks had one, but Roxy didn't really let anyone in on her hobbies.

But unfortunately he still had to make his rounds and check in on everyone else.

"Alright, Roxy, I've been through every inch of your hair dozens of times over; you're clean."

"Nothing? No pizza grease, no fingerpaint, no… bugs ?"

"All good," Victor confirmed with a thumbs-up. "Ready for styling."

"Great. You can go now. Oh, and Chica was asking about movies again today, so be ready for whatever she found."

"Thanks for the warning," Victor smiled and clapped her on the shoulder before making his way to the door.

"And thank you, Vic," Roxy said, so lowly that Victor almost missed it. "For…everything. I know I don't say it much, and maybe I don't show it like the others do, but I really do appreciate what you've done for m-all of us."

Victor noticed her slip-up, but kept it to himself and replied, "You're very welcome, Roxy."

"Now don't let that go to your head, alright?"

'There she is,' Victor thought with a light chuckle. "No promises. 'Night Rox-oh!" he stopped and backed up a little as something above the door caught his eye.

"What?"

"Just a spider, it's fine," Victor waved the wolf girl off and started thinking of the closest place he could get a cup to transport the little guy.

The sound of objects clattering to the floor was the only warning he got before Roxy's entire dresser, mirror and all, was launched over his head and into the wall above the door. He stumbled back just in time to avoid getting hit as it fell, but tripped on something already on the floor and fell flat on his ass.

"Did I get it?" Roxy snapped, eyes darting around wildly.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Victor screamed, staring at the animatronic in anger, confusion and more than a little fear.

"Did I get it?!" she repeated, her own voice tinged with something approaching panic.

"You nearly got ME!"

"Well I didn't, because my aim is impeccable. Which means I got the little bastard!"

Victor could only stare, slack-jawed, as the robot preened like a conquering hero.

"...You know what? I'm out. I'll put in an order for a new vanity set and have a S.T.A.F.F. Bot come clean this up. Also, you didn't get it; it's right there by your foot," Victor said as he stood up and dusted himself off.

"Please, like I would fall for that," Roxy scoffed.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Victor shrugged and stepped over the wreckage to leave the room.

Roxy maintained her composure for all of five seconds after he left.

"He has to be lying. He'd better be lying. It's not here. It can't be here. I got it, I know I did. It'snotonmeitbetternotbeonmepleasedon'tletitbeonme!" her words came out faster and higher as she swiped over her legs, hips, tail and arms.

A sudden tapping noise made her pause and prompted her to look back at the door. There, in the open viewing window, was Victor's big, dumb face with a big, dumb grin plastered on it. Content with his victory, he then slid off to the side and out of sight like a cartoon character.

Roxy growled dangerously and had half a mind to go after him. But that thought, and every other, was driven from her mind by the feeling of something crawling on her left hand.

On the other side of the building, Vanessa switched her Fazwatch to radio mode.

"Hey, Victor, you copy? Over."

"Go for Victor. Over."

"Did you hear a scream just now? Over."

"Nope. Over."

"Huh. Maybe I'm just hearing things," Vanessa sighed. It wouldn't have been the first time… "Over."

"Maybe one of the bots fell over? You know some of them are programmed with R2D2 noises and Wilhelm Screams. Anything else? Over."

"No, I'm good. All clear on the west end. Over"

"Alright. Hit me up if you need anything! Over and Out."