Roxy's new eye was odd, and more so than it constantly flickering.

Everything felt more vibrant, nearly blinding her as she finally sat down in her Greenroom again, untouched in the two weeks she was gone. Well, untouched is a bit of a stretch. Chica had apparently been sitting in her room, bawling for hours on end at night. Roxy felt her non-existent heartstrings tug at that.

First thing to do when they got back from their own repairs: Hug the flying Fuck out of that chicken.

Second thing to do, scout out Roxy Raceway for any changes. Nixus hadn't told her exactly what they'd done there, as he was busy repairing her day in, day out, but it was apparently nothing she'd find good. Worst case scenario, they closed it down permanently and were scrapping it for more Mini-Golf.

Best case scenario, they cut everything down and removed all the cool towers and bends and shit. Safety over Fun, which would be a first for Fazbear Entertainment. For a moment Roxy stood there, before getting a sly idea. "Hey Mangle, are you still in there?"

"OwU?"

"Think you can link me to the camera systems? I want to surprise everyone, but the Raceway won't stop nagging at me."

"Hmmmmm. Ye!" Mangle chirped, and in a blink, she had the camera systems ripped open in her eye. This dragged a smirk as she began clicking through cameras. Every single Inch of the place was open to her now, including the Raceway.

Huh, that's weird. It's the exact same as she left it, the warning signs still up around the doors and the giant hole she made. It didn't make much sense, but Roxy could give a shit later. For now, she decided to take a sneak peek at her friends.

Hm… There!

They were taking the express elevator to the main stage, each looking… really down. Freddy and Monty kept their heads up the best, though Freddy was clearly worried, ears bowed like a dog getting in trouble. And Chica, man, she looked like she just spent the last month in a depressive haze. Roxy smirked and opened a Chat Log to Nixus.

R.W: Oi, Nix, I'm going to meet them in the middle at the stage.

N.W: ETA?

R.W: 3 Minutes.

N.W: Be there in 2. Race ya' lol

Roxy smirked, and hauled ass.

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The elevator was always fast, but it was still far too slow for the three Glamrocks and Vanessa. The three had gotten new upgrades and general repairs during their tenure waiting for Roxy's return, but not a single one understood them.

Monty got new claws, to "help him play his bass", though so far they've just cut through every string he tried out with, fueling his anger even worse. Chica had a new voice box, but it kept screeching an awful sound, only sinking in further that she'd been demoted from Secondary Singer to just a guitarist. And Freddy had a new Scanning system, though it wasn't much use for anything, he thought.

As the elevator came to a halt, the three disembarked, Chica automatically moved to go back to crying in Roxy's, however, she stopped quite sharply.

Right there, eating a slice of cold pizza, sat Nixus, feet kicked up, and a faint smirk on his face. And next to him?

Roxy.

Chica immediately pounced, glomping the upgraded wolf like a frog, more than a chicken, hugging the life out of her joints.

"RoxyRoxyRoxyRoxyRoxyRoxy!" She squealed, almost lifting the wolf up. "You'reBackYou'reBackYou'reBackYou'reBack!"

"Heheheh, I'm back, Chee. You can stop trying to snap my spine in half, chickadee." Roxy giggled. Chica lowered her, but didn't stop the hug.

"Roxanne! I'm so glad you're back." Freddy's welcome was a lot more casual, but just as warm, patting her on the shoulder. Monty simply gave her a high-five, still steaming in his anger a smidge.

"Nixus? You fixed her already?" Vanessa said, dragging his attention.

"Eyup."

"She looks… different."

"Eyup."

"Is… is that an eyepatch? What did you do to your eye?"

"Ripped it out, gave it to Rox. I'm more curious about those upgrades you just slapped on em'. Those claws ain' gonna let Monty play well, you realize that? And that screech from Chica, that sounds painful." He leveled a stare. "And Useless."

Vanessa threw her hands in the air. "Hey, bring it up with Mr. Burrows, not me. He's the one who told us to install them. God, as pushy as Mr. Murray…"

Nixus glared, but returned his gaze to the happy party before him.

He'd have Mangle read their diagnostics soon enough.

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Nixus growled as he used a pair of pliers to rip an errant piece of metal from Monty's hand. The gator had lost it after performance and punched a door, getting metal shards all over the place. "I swear, if Burrows stops me from replacing these claws, I'm breaking every single chair in this building over his head."

Monty huffed. "I'd pay to see that. Jerk ruined my ability to play the bass!"

"Yeah, and it's gotten you really heating up. You've had more outbursts this month alone than your entire time in the Pizzaplex." Nixus ignored Monty wincing. "Hey, can I see your Bass?"

Monty grumbled, but obliged, letting Nixus run his eye over the piece. They recently upped it to a 6-String, but Nixus found issues slowly strumming it. "Well, the claws aren't the only issue. They tightened it up too tight." He fiddled with the picks a little bit, before strumming a few notes. "That's a smidgen better."

Nixus suddenly gained a mischievous smirk, and began strumming it more. Quickly going from random notes, to an actual song. 2 minutes in, Monty figured it out.

"Are you playing Free Bird right now?"

"Eeeeeeyup!" Nixus' smile grew, even without lips. "Wanna learn it?"

"... Please."

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Chica had, once again, gotten trash and crap stuck in her. She was offline, sitting on Nixus's table in his own little part of Parts And Services, slowly digging away at the rubbish, while trying to form complaints to get to Burrow's thick head.

"Whatever this Voice Box did, it did NOT help Chica. It accentuated her already gluttonous behavior to even worse levels…" He growled, throwing a bag across the room.

That's when a mischievous idea hit him. What Burrows didn't know, wouldn't hurt him. And looking at Chica's bare Voice Box, it wasn't too much larger than the one in his own throat…

His line of thought was cut off by Lewis, barging in. "Dude, you gotta speed it up man, we got a party for Chica in less than five minutes!"

Nixus growled under his breath. "God Fucking Damnit…"

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Nixus had no words for Freddy's scanner system. "Honestly, why'd they replace the old one? This thing does literally the same as the old one, and doesn't even do it better…"

"I have no idea, Mr. Wilison. Miss Vanessa just said Mr. Burrows wanted them installed, and It's not my place to argue with Mr. Burrows."

"Freddy, it's your bodily anatomy, it's your place to complain. I swear, people act as if you guys aren't advanced enough to count as Alive…" He growled under breath, shutting Freddy's stomach hatch. "Alright, that should have fixed your waist swivel. Any other issues?"

Freddy tapped his fingers. "Well… there is one. A few days ago, I saw a child wondering about the Pizzaplex without any Verification or a Visitor's ID. He was the same child from Mr. Simmon's Daughter's birthday party back in June, Gregory, I do believe his name was."

Nixus hummed. "Well, if the kid managed to get past Security so far and wander around without a pass, good on him. Smart cookie."

"Mr. Wilison! That's illegal in the state of Utah, and incredibly dangerous! What if his parents can't find him?"

"And what if he's here Because of his parents?" Nixus turned the question back to the big bear. "Some people don't deserve to be parents, but are anyway. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, the place where Fantasy and Fun come to life. The perfect place to escape a homelife that hurts."

Freddy winced. "You… sound quite enthused about this."

Nixus laughed. "I may hold my Father in high regard, but…" His eyes dipped down to the wrench in his hands. "... He wasn't my Dad." He sighed. "But that Gregory kid, he's way too thin for any age group. He ran into me once, damn near cracked his nose open on my knee, like a bag of bones. Might be a runaway."

"Then shouldn't we contact Child Protective Services?"

Nixus growled. "They're Useless." Freddy flinched at the tone. "Sorry, but I've seen too many kids burned by CPS, me and my Siblings included. It's like they Want kids to run away from their Foster Families with how poorly they do Background Checks."

Freddy's ears dipped down. "Then… what do we do?"

Nixus smiled. "Watch over him, sneak him passes, and keep Vanessa's eyes off of him."

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The day finally closed out, and Nixus slumped into his car. He'd managed to get this night off, payment for working on Roxy day in and day out the past 2 weeks. He glared at the mirror, before reaching over to his passenger side Compartment. From it, he pulled a leather journal free, cracking it open.

Notes-

Freddy's Eyes serve no purpose, downgrading from his old ones, only scans One Person per Scan.

Chica's Voice Box keeps destroying tech, and has caused emotional instability to her. She enjoyed singing.

Monty's Claws are too dangerous, flat out.

Planned Upgrades-

Freddy- Auxiliary Power, Accentuators in legs, Improved Vocal Quality, Room-Wide Scanner, Design Shift.

Chica- Accentuators in legs, new Voice Box, repair to the Eye Anchors so they stop bouncing around when she speeds up, Improved mobility, Biofuel Generator, Design Shift.

Monty- Retract Claws, Improved Dexterity, D.M.A.V.R.R. Install for Anger Issues, Improved movement and acceleration, Balancing, Design Shift

Bonnie- Full Repair, Booster Accentuators for higher jumps (Showing Off), Lighter Weight, Retract Claws, Design Shift.

Other Plans-

Find Foxy.

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