Wolfy: No one's reviewing this thing...

Ryuu: Are you giving up on it?

Wolfy: (glares) Hell no! I have unfinished business with the rabbit!

Ryuu: That silly rabbit should know better..

Wolfy: ..Why's that..?

Ryuu: That siwwy, wabbit! Twicks awre fowr kids!

Wolfy: (facepalm)

Bonnie: I don't see the joke in that..

Natasha dropped the now empty duffel bag to the floor of her office in triumph. With a laugh almost sinister, she plopped into her swively chair. After a few minutes, she found herself glaring at the message on the answering machine, managing, with great effort, not to crush the thing in frustration at the utter uselessness that this guy provided her. With a slow breath out, she set up her car battery, putting one of the many flashlights she had packed between her teeth in order to get a better view of the darkened panel of wires in the wall. Most of them were aged, and worn, not all of them even connected where they were supposed to go.

Several minutes of fixing this passed, before she pulled back with a snicker, shutting the panel with a huff, and glancing at her wristwatch, 10:22.. I still have some time... Stretching her limbs gently, she sighed, grabbing her backpack, and walking into the dim hallway. There were still several waiters and janitors hustling about, probably in a rush to leave before eleven. Paying no mind to the others, she walked firmly towards the dining room. She passed by the stage cautiously, peeking at it out of the corner of her eye to see the curtain half-assedly drawn, giving her a clear view of Bonnie, and a slight glimpse at the taller, brown bear next to him.

Passing the eerily-staring rabbit, she scoffed, striding with purpose into the drawn curtains of Pirate's Cove. She lit the lamp once again, Foxy still in the same place she had left him yesterday. Getting to her knees beside him, she did a quick double-check of his animatronic form, her golden eyes narrowing in thought as she nibbled on the end of her pen. Slowly, she settled down behind him, resting on the back of her knees as she drew a map of his wiring on the page next to the damage illustration she had done in the formal, black sketchbook. The worn thing was leather bound, though she rarely used it, being for work over all else.

She sketched the rough wiring paths swiftly, using her fingers to adjust his neck from side to side to inspect any further damage. "I should remind myself to smack that idiot of an owner before work starts tomorrow.." With a soft sigh, she chuckled, a sad, weak sound, as she brushed the stray fur from the top of his head. "I really missed my captain... It wasn't the same without the pirate stories..." Her eyes caught sight of another damaged bolt, and she growled, a dark, feral sound that seemed to resonate from deep within her core, "If I find one more piece broken, I am going to wind up in hell for my actions afterword.."

Raven hair was brushed from golden eyes as the teen sipped her coffee, glancing boredly at the cameras, despite Bonnie, Chica, and Freddie himself, all roaming around the building. She was lounging comfortably in the plush chair she had altered, adding pillows and blankets to create a thrown-like room of hanging drapes, the windows had been given deep red curtains, the doors also being closed, though the wires were altered so it took buttons to open and close them. She had wired a small remote in her pocket for this specific task, using it to click doors open and closed, as well as lighting up the spaces she couldn't see.

With a small sucker in her mouth, the teen propped her feet onto her desk, cradling her head with her arms behind her neck. Take that, you stupid caller... All is fair in love and war, I'm just smarter than you .. With a soft sigh, she peered at her open sketchbook with boredom. On a full page was a detailed, diagrammed drawing of all of the damaged parts she would need to fix and/or replace on Foxy. The page on the right, was devoted solely to how she planned the finished product to look. If she were being honest with herself, she would have admit that he could have looked pretty hot by human standards.

A rough, slow pounding sounded on the door to her right. Rolling her eyes, she flicked on the fully charged camera tablet. Scoffing, she shook her head, going to the window, and pushing aside the curtain. Bonnie stood right outside the window, glowing red eyes staring into her calm golden ones blankly.

"Go away, Bonnie," Natasha droned loudly, knowing for sure that he heard it, before pointing to the hallway, "Go someplace else. I'm not letting you in here. So go tell Freddie already."

He continued to stare at her in the creepy robotic way, before he turned his head, slowly stomping back towards the dining room. Natasha watched as he disappeared into the darkness (the hall-lights were next on her to-do list) rolling her eyes as he disappeared. She glanced at the clock, smirking slightly when she noticed that it was only an hour or so until it was quitting time. In which, she would actually stay an extra hour or so. Not only for the extra pay, but to speak with Mike about what she needed to fix Foxy. So help her god, though, if he so much as breathed about a replacement, she was going to keel-haul his ass with the Pirate's Cove fish-netting...

Mike stared blankly at the tiny, petite girl he had given night-guard duty to. She had survived the second day. Not only that, she had also spent an extra three hours after her shift- and two more before it- at the place, just to speak with him. However, she had stated with a dark look, that it would be on her terms. She had him standing awkwardly outside of Pirate Cove, the curtains drawn wide, as she worked dutifully over the back of the fox's neck wiring, speaking all the while as she referenced to books scattered around her.

"I'm not letting you get rid of him."

It was such a simple, plainly said sentence, he almost wanted to correct her, that he was the boss, and that he was the one to dictate her actions, but the dark, murderous look she held as she worked made him hold his tongue.

"He's an important part of Fazzbear's!" Natasha continued briskly, her jaw flexing as she completely un-wired the mess of his insides, "Replacing him is nothing but a waste of time and money, when I can easily fix him up, good as new, with just a little bit more to work with. I have the tools-" she glared abruptly as he opened his mouth to speak, "-and I have the knowledge. I don't care if I have to camp out over the next week to fix him up, just let me try." Mike remained silent as he watched her work, her hands smooth and practiced as she removed, and replaced, each and every wire with a similar one she had stored in the large, intimidating red toolbox at her side.

With a tired, defeated sigh, he glared at her, for all he dared, despite her clear lack of interest in his mood, "Fine.. But I'f he's not up and running in the next five days, I'm bringing Mangle out here."

"Deal."

They shook on it.

Natasha watched as he left, wiping a line of sweat from her face as she caught a few glimpses of the morning staff through the curtains, then returning dutifully to her work.

Wolfy: I like how it's unfolding.

Ryuu: You really like to taunt Bonnie, don't you?

Wolfy: *Smirks* It's his fault for the stupid jump-scare the other night.

Ryuu: *deadpanned* Foxy's going to kill you if he gets his hook on your manuscripts..

Wolfy: *glares suspiciously at him, then bolts* STAY AWAY FROM MY LAPTOP YOU GRASS-FAIRY!

Ryuu: -_-& His name is her firewall password, let's hope to god Foxy doesn't get any ideas... ;)