Wolfy: Well, it's 4 a.m. and this is actually getting viewed..

Ryuu: I have yet to see any actual reviews.

Wolfy: *glares* Don't jinx us, baka.. And what about DJ's?! His was awesome! He even imitated Phone-Guy for me!

Ryuu: *checks reviews again* Oh-! ..Sweet.. Thanks dude!

Mike: You two know you're at 4% right..?

Wolfy&Ryuu: WHAT-?! NO!

Bonnie: *evil giggle*

Wolfy&Ryuu: *clutch each other in fear* AHHHHHHHHHH!

Natasha bolted inside before the staring animatronic had even registered that she was in front of him. The door slammed shut just behind her, the curtain swinging wide open, letting the bright yellow light inside spill into the hallway. Natasha rushed back and forth across the room, taping a piece f paper to the glass, before shakily settling into her chair. By this time, Foxy had leaped over, growling dejectedly a the the door, then peered through the open, brightly lit window with something akin to blood-thirsty-looking curiosity.

Maybe I should have fixed his jaw first... she thought to herself quietly, swallowing back her nerves as he met her eyes. Carefully, she wheeled the chair to sit in front of the window, tablet in her lap, while she pointed to the paper. Foxy glared at her slightly, before turning his attention to the sign.

Use the stuff in the box, there's paper. There was an arrow pointing down, and he reached down for a notebook. Along with it, was a dark marker. He looked back at her suspiciously, slightly surprised that she had a similar book raised, pressed against the glass firmly.

I'll be completely honest; I don't trust you.

Before he could even think to write a response, she flipped the page, letting another sentence appear.

This is the most I'll do during my shift, right now.

She raised a brow after lowering it, the challenge clear on her face as she heard his dark growl slowly fade into silence. She watched him glance to the paper, as if wondering if he would stoop that low, before he seemed to grunt, lowing to the floor just past her line of vision. He started to scribble hastily, the curious teen leaning forward, with not much luck, to see through the glass.

Seeing an awful opportunity at entertainment, Foxy held the pad to his chest, staying down several moments longer than necessary, and jumping up. He didn't dare screech, not if he wanted Freddy to find him, but it did the trick, a muffled, loud scream passing the girl's lips as she flailed her arms, swaying back, then falling into her chair in panic. He smirked, watching in mirth as her hand shakily rose to cradle her chest, her name tag barely brushing her thumb. Natasha. Hmph.. Might as well know what to write on the tombstone.

He wasn't prepared for her to scramble to the glass so quickly, a look of fury on her face as she pointed a quivering finger at him in accusation. She seemed to steel herself, a look of absolute calm coming over her features, before she met his eyes, then looked to the paper.

I could really use me other arm at some point, if ye didn't plan in scrappin' it

Natasha let a tiny smile touch her face as she looked at him, quickly writing a response, and turning her attention to the cameras. Bonnie's in the Supply room. Freddy's backstage. Chica's in the kitchen.. she thought idly, her palm holding the paper in his view on she contemplated her options.

I don't scrap things. I fix them. I was almost done with it, by the way. Also, is your right hand working properly? No malfunctions? Complications?

Foxy stared at the paper, watching as her eyes rose from the tablet, looking him dead in the eye without fear or.. anything other than determination, really.. He didn't like it, much.

He glared at her through the glass, so she decided to roll her eyes, holding up her own right arm to flex all of the major muscles, clawing and un-clawing her fingers in a mock-hiss-rawr. He just stood still, staring at her in silence. Natasha chuckled, rolling her eyes as she went back to the desk chair, swinging around to spin idly as she waited. Something told her that he did things on his own time. Time seemed to fly by, and before she new it, 3:37 had rolled around.

Natasha was currently trying to make as many idiotic faces she could create at the reflective window. No one was behind it, as Foxy had retreated to his cove, having come to the agreement, *albeit more of an argument* that he be allowed inside with handicaps. Her official repairing time would start tomorrow night, but she planned to make good use of his sleep-mode to get him in the office.

All she had left to do was pray to god that Chika, Bonnie and Freddie kept a polite distance from her while she was working. An unfortunate part of being good with wires requires her to zone out, and for the specific reason that if she should actually focus on something, she completely oversteps common sense steps and manages to hurt herself.

Worst.. Job.. Ever..

Wolfy: Here's a shout-out to The DJ Absolution, Veorie and . for the awesome feedback! Also to the one who commented that was anonymous! You guys rock!

Ryuu: *giggling at Wolfy's laptop screen*

Wolfy: *suspicious* Nani..? Ryuu-baka.. What are you doing..?

Ryuu: *wiggles eyebrows* Do you know you have a deep history with searching for Foxy Le-

Wolfy: *gasps* OH NO YOU DON'T-! *throws big box of wrenches at him* GET OUT OF MY ROOM!

Ryuu: *bolts out of room* ... *door closes* ...HOLY MOTHER OF RAMEN-NOODLES?!

Wolfy: *shares a look with Mike* You don't think..?

Mike: *pulls out flashlight* Wait here-

Foxy: -Nice aim, lass' would've thought he'd be keeled over by now.. -^

Mike: 0.0

Wolfy: *blinks* ..Mike.. Get out..

Foxy: *raises eyebrow* Hmm..?

Wolfy: ..Mike.. If you want to remain with whatever innocence you have left.. Get out.. Now..

Mike: *jumps out second story window* *yells back up from rose bush landing* IT'S YOUR FUNERAL!

Wolfy: *closes window* Foxy.. How did you get in here?

Foxy: Ye'r green haired kin left th' door open.

Wolfy: What's your opinion on dogs?

Foxy: ..Aah.. They're.. loyal..?

Wolfy: 0\\\\\0 *glomps him*