Disclaimer, this is a Fan-fiction based off of the Fan-fiction Brothers of Circuits by Koili the Artist. I don't own any of the characters used as most of them were created by Scott Cawthon, though Tangle is an OC made by Koili. And as for name Drops, I have no imagination... Enjoy. Please R&R, and if you haven't... Read Koili's Fic, trust me, it's well worth a read.

Location: Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

Date: Error.

Time: Error.

Initializing...

Error...

Initializing Reboot sequence...

The Golden Bunny once again had to go through a dang reboot. He wondered why he can't remember beyond the last few days, everything was such a blur... This Human... Mark. Surely he had the answers he sought, but every time he seemed to be alone, someone would always get in the way, well no longer, he wouldn't let anyone get in the way, he had to know his past.

At least, that's what he thought. He spied Mark leading the three Freddy's into his office, perhaps he could get answers by listening in on their conversation... As the door was closing behind them, he held it open ever so gently, if there was one thing these upgrades were good for, he was now quieter then ever when he desired.

He pressed a robotic ear to the door as Mark sat down in his chair, "So boys, we have a few days left before the re-opening, and I'm quite sure you all have some questions you'd like answered before we continue."

The Trio nodded as they looked to each-other, as if trying to decide who would ask what. The first to actually speak was Golden, "Where exactly is this Pizzeria?"

Mark smiled as he swiped something 'off' his tablet, which then entered their vision as a still image. It was a map of an amusement park, "As of right now, we are situated in the middle of my Dads theme park. It is known as 'Boundless Adventure.' Though frequent travelers call us, 'Paradise foundry.'"

Red was next to ask a question, "Who exactly are you and John?"

"I am the CEO of Fazbear entertainment, while my Brother, John, acts as my Assistant. He was always better at that accounting business then I ever was. I manage you guys, while he keeps the us afloat. And as for our significance, our Grandfather is Gorge Cawthon, founder of New-Wave Animatronics, he was the one that designed Freddy and... Ahem, Golden. Along with Benny and the others."

Mark looked at Red Specifically for this answer, "My Father Scott designed you and your friends Red."

Freddy was the one who asked the next question, "How do you know their Nicknames?"

"When I was downloading all the data off of your old A.I. Chips, there were numerous Key words and other such things in the Metadata. It took some doing, but I was able to salvage what I could. I'm sorry if there are some holes in your memory banks, there was some data that got corrupted over the years, though Benny and Golden... You both suffered the worst, followed by Tangle, if it weren't to the hard casing protecting his chip, it would have been crushed under what I could only assume was a large weight."

Golden planted a hand firmly on Mark's desk, "Are you sure? I don't see any holes. But I do see a Brother that is struggling to remember his own name."

Mark frowned as he looked away, "I... I wish there was more I could tell you, the thing is. I wasn't around for his time, and neither was my father, so no one has any information that could help me fix his memories, not even from you."

Golden sighed as he turned away. Meanwhile, Benny looked distraught outside the door, it was then that he noticed John listening in beside him. He raised a finger to his mouth to keep him quiet and motioned for him to keep listening. Red tried to change the subject by asking, "So, these upgrades. What exactly did you do to us?"

Mark smiled as he pulled up their schematics, "Let's see here, can you see them?"

Golden nodded slightly, while the others were more enthused about this subject. He continued, "Well, as you may have noticed, your optics have had a significant upgrade. That map can not only tell you where each-other are, but also staff members. You've also been hooked up to the local police database, so you can identify potential threats to this establishment, report them, and respond accordingly."

Red smirked, "We used to have something similar back at the old establishment."

Mark nodded, "You did, it was a nice touch too. I even added a few other things to your heads to help you better convey emotions, such as an actual saline solution to replace your old tear ducts. You're tongues can identify ingredients found in the foods that you eat, and probably one of the more interesting things you might find. I added a few fans and motors to emulate breathing."

It actually was something they hadn't noticed yet, but it did appear that they were 'breathing'. Mark chuckled as they all looked at each other to see if it was true, "Let's see, I also refurbished your standard compost generators, give them a larger capacity, along with a system to remove excess, which you all have a specific area for waste management, it is also labeled on your map."

Golden gave a soft chuckle, "So, you've thought of everything, have you?"

Mark gave a sly grin in response, "Indeed, I went all out on you guys. Well, there was one thing I had planned to go along with all the touch sensors in your new Exoskeletons, but I deemed it a little bit too much for your line of work."

Freddy tilted his head in surprised, "Touch sensors?"

"Yes, your suits are lined with them, it took some doing, but you should be able to feel everything once the program is initialized, I'm still working on the patch notes. They even have varying degrees of feels to them, like Bonnie's ears for instance, they're a bit more sensitive then other areas."

Red and Freddy looked at each-other an snickered, much to Mark and Golden's confusion.

Mark chuckled nervously and continued once more, "Any, do you think you guys can help the others get their bearings with this new information? They need to be ready and you three have adjusted the fastest out of everyone."

They all nodded and were about to leave, but Golden stopped them, "Wait, you said we have fans inside of us for breathing, don't fans need to be cleaned often?"

"Yep, that's why you all have a couple of patches on your Exoskeletons that can be removed at a moments notice so we can Directly interface with your systems without needing to take off the whole suit."

Golden muttered 'He's good...' as they headed out the door meeting a startled John, Benny had left a short while ago to practice his new systems and... think. John stammered, "E-Excuse me."

The Three animatronics made space for him to go through the door before going on about their business. John shut the door behind him and smiled, "Mark, I had a brilliant idea, and just in the nick of time too."

Mark looked up from his tablet and asked, "What's going on?"

John opened what appears to be a large flier that said, 'Fazbear's Pizza is taking on the night shift, open all day and all night.'

Had Mark been drinking anything he would have spit it out right then and there, he was shocked, "All Day and Night? We can't do that... Freddy and the others would break down faster then I can repair them with that kind of stress..."

John frowned, "If we don't figure out some way to increase estimated revenue, we're going to go bankrupt, and all of my- our work, would go to waste. Can't we come up with some kind of compromise?"

Mark sighed, "Let me guess, the 'Night Shift' is more focus on entertaining the adults, right?"

John nodded as Mark continued, "Special Drinks, smoking? Other who knows what?"

John nodded once more. Mark rubbed his temples as he tried coming up with a good solution, "...We may be able to to do a couple of all nighters, but a week is too much. How about Freddy's in the weekends? Friday night, Saturday, and half a night Sunday."

"Done. Interesting choice considering the opening takes place on Friday..."

Mark added, "All drinks have to be well hidden... The Red Fox had some cargo space, we'll just need to make sure it's packed tight and secure, and that Foxy doesn't go nuts with the wheel too often..."

"Done and Done."

"And No smoking, remember, kids come here during the day, and it's hard to get rid of the smell."

John rubbed the back of his neck, "Actually, Red has also been requesting Cigars. Should we say no to him too?"

Mark once again was stunned, "What? Just... Get him one of those fake ones, you know, with the water vapor, if we can manage that, then sure..."

John nodded, "And one last thing. About the Model 18s..."

Mark jumped up from his desk, "No. You already know what might happen with that kind of sensitivity..."

John was taken aback, "Come on Mark, we both know you can time-lock certain functions... Besides, I'm sure some people would get a good laugh from it, the animatronics would go nuts on their first time."

"And I'm sure the press would too."

John sighed, "A little publicity never hurt anyone, remember, you can control it, so there won't be any slip ups. Come on, don't you trust me, Brother?"

Mark gripped his tablet tightly, he wasn't exactly sure what to do, his brother wouldn't steer him wrong, would he? He sighed and sat down in his chair, "Fine. I'll have them installed, though I'm not sure what the guys will think, this is quite the change after-all..."

John patted Mark on the shoulder, "Trust me, you won't regret it, and should anything happen, we'll take the blame together, just like we always have..."

Mark smiled as he looked up at John, "Thanks..."

John grinned widely, "No problem... Brother."

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