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. 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: Nov. 23, 2048.

Time: 1:48 A.M.

Exhaust port blockage detected!

Report to Gen 2 Show stage for scheduled maintenance...

Mark sighed as he stepped out of his car in the Park's parking lot. It was his shift for the night guard duty and he had been receiving complaints from the custodial staff about strange happenings. Even his brother had commented about it while he was driving on the way there.

"And then Toy Freddy said that he had spilled cake batter all over a table. It was a sticky mess. And you're also going to have to address their eating habits, they appear to be over eating certain items and it's starting to block their exhaust ports."

Mark sighed as he walked through the front gate, "Over eating? That's strange, I'm pretty sure they'd know better then to over eat. Anyway, I'll be there soon to let you guys out and lock up till dawn. Did you guys see them eat?"

"No Sir. See you soon sir."

Mark rubbed his temples as he hung up his phone. It wasn't that long of a walk from the front gate to the building, but there were some people to get in his way, they were mostly tourists trying to get a good selfie. If he wasn't already exhausted from all the press conferences and talk shows, he would have shooed them away, but he couldn't... He had hoped things would become somewhat normal again, but he knew that couldn't happen, after all, Fazbear's Pizza was only opened just a few days ago.

By the time he had reached the door, he could already see some of the animatronics lined up by the stage and the Janitors waiting by the door. He could only imagine the messes they had to clean up after two and a half Graveyard shifts. Though there was an up side, they've actually managed to triple the regular day's income by staying open later, which was shocking news to him.

Mark went through a couple of keys on his key ring before finding the right one and opened the door. As the Janitors filed out, one of them stopped and smiled, "Good luck in there."

"Thanks Mister Schmidt, and thank you again for sticking around over time. Just make sure you get enough sleep tonight."

Mister Schmidt smiled and replied, "Sure thing Mister Cawthon, it's a pleasure. And don't worry about me, they've made me vary used to all-nighters."

Mark nodded as Schmidt left. He then turned his attention to the animatronics, some of whom were shuffling around nervously. He sighed to let off some steam and walked inside, locking the door behind him. He walked into the kitchen to grab a box of sterile gloves and an old turkey baster, "Alright... Who's first?"

Clyde nervously stepped forward, making Red facepaw from the other room.. Mark paid no mind to Red's reaction and inserted the baster into his exhaust in an attempt to remove the blockage. He pulled it out after a few minutes and was shocked, "Alfredo Sauce? That explains where that went. Hey, can someone grab a trash can for me?"

Once Red moved a can over to him, Mark shot the contents of the baster into it, rinsed out the baster, and called over the next person. Mark was surprised to find Nacho cheese in Chica. Of all the nights he had to check up on things... Benny has a problem with Mustard, Golden had Ketchup, and Bonnie had the companies patented Wing Sauce. Great, just great...

Mark stood up, washed his hands and rinsed out the baster one more time. Once he returned, he frowned at the animatronics, "I'm sorry guys if that felt uncomfortable, but it was highly necessary. Trust me, you don't want to blow up from some stupid blockage. Now I know that the Model 18s give you guys an enhanced experience with your senses, taste, touch, sight and sound. But it also gives you the power of self control."

Each of them shuffled nervously, well, except for Benny, he just stared at him. Mark continued, "Now, I don't want to have to warn you guys about the danger of over indulgence, especially when it comes to your favorite food items, believe me, I should know. I used to be really into Chocolate... But I wasn't going to let that destroy my health, and it shouldn't destroy yours, artificial as it its."

Golden frowned, "I'm sorry. It won't happened again."

Mark gave a slight grin, "Don't worry, I'm sure it won't, because I'm going to let you in on a little secret. I won't be here all the time, so these messes that you guys are getting yourselves into, you're going to need to learn how to clean them up yourselves, especially you two Golden and Freddy. Remember, you guys are the leaders of your respective areas, and as such it's important for you to set a good example."

Freddy chuckled nervously, "Well... We did clean up some of the mess... That counts for something, right?"

Mark shook his head, "No... Some of it isn't enough though. Remember, this is still mostly a kid friendly establishment, so this kind of example isn't good enough."

All of the animatronics looked at each other shamefully, he was right. They indeed had gotten themselves carried away, and they could vary well pay for it. Mark once again continued his statement, "So I'm going to ask all of you, can you keep watch over each other and make sure something like this doesn't happen again, and if it does, be able to fix this immediately?"

Bonnie raised a hand shakily, "Do we... Do we have to use that Thing everytime?"

"Yes."

As Mark went to his office to get his tablet, the other animatronics filed in. Clyde whispered to Red as he approached, "I'm sorry."

Red patted him on the shoulder, "Lasci perdere. Pensi di lui si può chiedere se presenta una paio di più di quelle cose? Potremmo aver bisogno in seguito."

Clyde nodded happily, "Yes sir."

Tangle snickered as everyone else looked on in confusion. As Mark came back in, they all quieted down and stood still. Mark chuckled slightly and shook his head, "Have a good conversation while I was gone?"

Red shook his head as Mark pressed a few buttons on his tablet, "Right... I just disabled your fans so that way I can interface with them. Just stay still, and I'll be able to walk away with all of my Fingers."

He hummed the Toreador March as he took a damp cloth and dusted out the fans through the access ports on their backs. It was quite a sight, the three Freddys danced along when he wasn't working on them, meanwhile Bonnie, Benny, and Clyde looked away in embarrassment.

One he reached the end of the line with Tangle, he asked, "So Tangle, how's things with you and Man-I mean, Toy Foxy?"

Tangle sighed, breathlessly of course, "Complicated. That's all I'm going to say."

Mark tilted his head as he swiped away a small layer of dust, "Really?"

The two of them looked at Mangle, who waved at them silently. Mark looked back at his work and frowned, "Doesn't look so complicated."

Tangle rolled his eyes as Mark closed up the small hatch, "Lei non mi lascia in pace..."

Mark stretched his head and said, "I'm just gonna take that as a no..."

He slung the rag over his shoulder and looked at everyone, "Alright, where is Sephtis and B.B?"

A black clothed hand came out of the storage room and waved, "Over here."

B.B. came running out of the room with a folded up board of checkers, "We've been in Parts and service the whole night. We've been playing board games."

Mark thought to himself as Sephtis followed shortly after, 'Good thing someone's keeping an eye on the kid... Especially at night.'

Mark gave a nod to Sephtis and B.B. as they went by. He then turned his attention back to the others, "Now everyone, I want you to promise me something, be a little more careful with how much you guys are eating, alright. And I'm going to get you guys a couple of Basters to use just in case... I'll be in my office if you guys need anything."

Some of the animatronics were relieved, while others were shocked, though they hid it fairly well. Once Mark was gone they all began to converse amongst themselves.

Red sighed with relief, "That was close."

Clyde chuckled nervously, "Eating?"

Red patted him on the back as they returned to their stage, "Lui non lo sa, e quello è tutto ciò che conta."

Benny glared at Golden as the two headed back to the Gen 1 stage, "You held up pretty well back there."

Golden sighed, "You too. Too bad I threw up after that whole ordeal."

Benny gagged, "You're kidding? I threw up during it!"

Golden chuckled, "That explains a few things... How about we never bring this up again, shall we?"

Benny grinned evilly, "No promises..."

Bonnie, Chica, and Freddy did a group hug as Foxy growled, "Why wasn't I invited to yar secret meeting? And what was he talkin' 'bout."

Freddy chuckled, "Don't worry about it Foxy, it was nothing."

Foxy tried to jump at them, "Nothing!"

Though he was pulled away by T-Chi, "Come on Foxy, didn't you need help swabbing the poop deck?"

Foxy flailed his arms as he was dragged away by his coat, "T-Chi, ya scurvy dog, I don' need help with no poop deck."

The trio chuckled nervously as T-Chi countered with, "Yes you do, you said it when you were talking to that girl."

Meanwhile, Mangle and Tangle went back to the arcade.

Tangle chuckled as the duo stepped up to a large machine, "I'm going to beat you this time. There is still a game that we haven't tried yet."

Mangle whimpered, it was the dancing simulator...

I'd like to take a moment to thank FoxyAndMangle for Beta Reading this chapter. Thanks again, it wouldn't have been as good without you.