Felix was half-asleep in the corner behind the pawn shop counter. After his encounter with Nikki, he couldn't sleep at all. He didn't even want to be here, but who would stop Wulf and Marcus from killing each other or breaking half of the shop's inventory. It was almost stupid how those two go into fights, which usually branched from Marcus' love for Britain and Wulf getting mad for begin called a Mexican when he was a Spaniard. It was even worse because he and those two were suppose to do a lot of heavy lift and, if necessary, throw people out.
He shook his head and looked up from his dark corner and the first thing he saw was the brown-haired Brit and the black-haired Spaniard glaring at each other right in the middle of the shop. Luckily, there wasn't anyone else in the shop but their boss Richard, who was busy reading some old book behind the register and Mira, who was the only one in here who knew anything about jewelry. Neither one was paying any attention to the two in the middle, but they never did to begin with.
Felix sighed and stood up. He slowly made his way around to the other side of the counter to lean against it, waiting for Marcus or Wulf to do something. Thankfully, the two seemed to noticed his movement and quickly separated, with obviously fake smiles. He looked over at Richard, who nodded at him for getting them to stop.
Why the hell are any of us friends at all if all we do is fight? he wondered, crossing his arms. Those two are always at each others throats, Nikki acts really childish, and I try to get as far away as I can from them a lot. He glanced around to make sure those two weren't at it again. Then again, we all do act rather childish.
He shoved the thoughts to the back of his head for now. There was something else he had to figure out. "Marcus, come here," he said aloud, managing to fight back a yawn for a brief moment. Marcus looked over at him, then back at Wulf, giving him the evil eye before walking over.
"Aye, what is it?" He asked in the iconic British accent.
"Can you tell me what happened when you worked at the pizzeria?"
Marcus stared at him for a moment, anxiously shifting his hands over on another. The subject was always very touchy with him, since he always seemed to become more and more paranoid after a shift at the place.
"Eh, why are you asking?" he asked.
"Cause I had the most unusual encounter with the band last night."
"Oh, no, them trying to get in the room ain't an unusual encounter."
"No, it's more like Bonnie went and dragged me to the backstage."
"What?!" Marcus appeared to have almost jumped out of his skin, the color almost completely draining from him.
"Well, more like carried me like some kind of damn suitcase, but still."
"Again, what?! You should be dead if they did that."
"Mr. Fazbear got them upgraded. Though, I think they're a little moody, if that's the best word for it." Felix then remembered he was going to have to ask Mr. Fazbear to look into those upgrades. "Really, they're fine as they are. Not murderous, but they admitted guilt, or at least as best as I could understand from their whining. Then they tried to kill me."
"Again, you should be dead."
"I'm kidding dumbass. They were going after this new animatron Mr. Fazbear got. Some little round ball shaped thing, looks as creepy as hell. Might attract pedophiles or something with the way it looks though."
"Wait, he's getting more of them? Why?"
"Probably to bring in more business, or at least that's what he said, I think. I mean, the place seemed fine yesterday, but people still fear Foxy from what I can tell."
"Do you blame them? The bloody robot bit the head off of Justin, and it nearly killed Nikki while it was at it."
"Damn thing nearly kills her and she chooses to work there."
"Not like they're many jobs 'round here anyways. It's always something or nothing."
"Yeah, I guess." Felix went back around the counter. "At least the town ain't dead. It's slow, but not dead."
"Not yet, it ain't. Not until those animatrons escape and bite all our faces off." Marcus grinned and went back across the shop.
Felix rolled his eyes, returning to the corner he was in before. He didn't want to deal with Marcus' paranoia anymore than he had to. He already knew the animatrons weren't at all, or at least anymore, killers. That didn't excuse the unusual mood swings they went through that turned them back into killers.
BB stood on the table patiently wait for the two humans to leave the room. They had been in the room for who knows how long working on the animatron that looked strangely like the one the one that took him from the human that found him in the kitchen. The one they worked on seemed newer, though. He wanted to see if he could make it come to life, and he knew how after watching the humans do it so many times. It would be nice to have someone to play with.
He looked to the other side of the room, seeing the strange black puppet that the humans worked on earlier. Already BB was afraid of it, after watching how erratic and wild it became after every attempt to turn it on. Every time, it would try to attack the humans. When there was a third human in the room, the puppet had almost taken out his eye. Maybe it just didn't like the humans. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he turned it on after the humans left.
On the other hand, he could leave it alone and try to turn on the other. It seemed a lot nicer than the puppet. At least it didn't try to hurt the humans. It actually tried to converse with them. Maybe it would be friendly with him too.
In a matter of time, the humans left, forgetting to turn out the light as they walked out. BB approached the puppet, curious to how the humans got it too work so easily. He wanted a friend to play with, and this one seemed to have more in common with him than the other did. No if he could only just remember how to turn it on.