During this chapter sometimes the two are referred to as mechanics, sometimes they are referred to as technicians, sorry about that, wrote this over a period of days and forgot. Just know I mean mechanics.
The same two mechanics that repaired Roxy came into work that weekend. They walked in at around 10 pm during the changeover period. They arrived at parts and service where a clipboard with some notes lay, waiting for them.
One of the mechanics picked up the documents and began reading. A smug smile began to form on his face just before he finished reading. He began laughing as he finished reading.
"What?" The other mechanic said.
"Hahaha! He's written here that the robot's suicidal!" He began laughing again.
"Gimme that." The other mechanic snatched the clipboard out of his hands and began reading.
"He needs a therapist! Hahahaha!" The two stood there laughing at the rather valuable notes they had received for around a minute, give or take.
When they had finished, they began to take it more seriously. Only just though.
"OK. So he couldn't come to an agreement... And Monty's sad."
"What does he mean by not too far from human?" The voice contained traces of mockery.
"Don't know. Sounds to me like Cooper's spent a bit too much time with these bots for his own good. he needs to go on a holiday and forget about them."
"Indeed. Alright I'll go wrangle the alligator, see what's wrong with him."
"Good luck, just don't make him kill himself before we start." The other joked.
"Yeah I'll try." The technician replied as he walked towards Roxy's elevator. He exited the shaft into a dark and cramped backroom, littered with cables, boxes and trash, a bit of chain link fence here and there as well with the added charge station. The lighting seemed to have only been a fraction of what once was, and the technician felt like an intruder.
He turned a corner to reveal a mechanical, heavy-duty door that was seemingly motion activated. He walked up to it and it opened loudly.
He stepped inside Roxy's room and looked to his right. He witnessed Roxy sitting in front of her mirror, tidying up her hair with a brush. She stopped for a moment and looked at him. The mechanic in response, stopped awkwardly and returned the glance.
Roxy grew disappointed at the realisation it was a mechanic. She hadn't had the best experience with them in the past. However, in this encounter she felt she was powerful, and stronger than the feeble man that she looked down upon. Her eyes narrowed in on him.
"What?" Her start to the conversation wasn't exactly polite, and it set the mood accordingly.
"Do you know where Monty is?" The technician replied, feeling slightly intimidated.
"In Monty golf probably. He'd be ripping up the walls and yelling if he was in his room." She turned back to her mirror and began brushing again.
"Don't you also have cameras?" She asked, not making eye contact.
"What do you mean also? and no we don't. Only day shift and night shift get them from what I've been told. I'm a mechanic, I'm not working for fazbear entertainment, rather I've been sent to do this."
"Oh. So that explains why you don't know or care about us." She held her gaze at her mirror. She felt as though it was strong enough to break it.
"Well... Yeah, I don't know you, but who said I don't care about you?" The mechanic stood still awaiting a response.
Roxy didn't respond, only continuing to brush her hair.
"Good chat." The technician said sarcastically as he walked to exit her room.
Hell's her problem? He thought to himself as he trekked towards Monty golf. Suddenly he remembered fixing her, and him teasing and electrocuting her. Oh. Disregarding his previous thought, he suddenly realised just how large the mega pizza Plex was. They do call it the 'Mega' pizza Plex for a reason I suppose. He thought again.
As he was walking, he began thinking about what he read on the clipboard. All jokes aside, as a mechanic he found it remarkably fascinating that a grown man could develop such feelings and care so deeply about silly children's entertainment robots. I mean, I guess they all do have their own personalities. I guess there is a reason why the kids love them.
He found it incredible that apparently, their programming was so amazing that they could develop mental health problems, that they may have needed a real therapist. Though their problems came as a side effect of having a human-like consciousness.
Before he knew it, time had flung wildly out of control and he found himself at Monty golf in what seemed like seconds. He moved inside and scanned the environment for the animatronic reptile. He found him sitting on a log with another animatronic, Freddy. In the exact same place, Cooper had found him. He could hear them talking.
He walked up to them with caution and once was close enough, called out.
"Hey Monty, can you come with me to parts and service?"
The voice startled Monty, as it was unexpected and unfamiliar. He looked behind him and saw a mechanic.
"He'll fix you, he'll make you feel better." Freddy placed a hand on Monty's shoulder and reassured him. Monty looked at Freddy. Freddy gave a sympathetic smile and a thumbs up. Monty got up from the log and walked past the mechanic towards the elevator. The mechanic looked at Freddy, who by now had gotten up from the log and left, in the opposite direction of the elevator for some reason. The mechanic then attempted to catch up with the alligator, only barely making it into the elevator with him.
The two stood there in awkward silence until the doors opened. Monty walked out slowly and glumly, like a prisoner strapped to a ball and chain. The two walked to the main stage elevator in silence. Monty's heavy animatronic footsteps echoed through the vast neon abyss that surrounded them. They could at least play some music. The mechanic thought.
The button was pressed and the elevator began slowly roaring as the two descended into the dark depths down below.
The elevator opened into a large room, with a pair of double doors ominously awaiting them. They walked through and were met with both the over-polished silver and the tetanus inbound rust of the parts and service room. There was no in-between. They were also met with the glare of the second mechanic.
The eerie, on-edge silence was broken by the humour of the second mechanic. "Took ya long enough mate. Let's test this robot now shall we?" He turned towards the outdated '80s looking computer that lay situated next to the cylinder's entrance. All for the theme, no functionality, or at least it could barely do what it was supposed to do, in need of an upgrade.
The first mechanic opened the cylinder for the wannabe dinosaur. He hopped inside obediently, surprisingly for Monty. The mechanic followed and pushed a button on the wall that sent a wire down to the mechanic's head level, whilst also opening a little hatch on Monty's forehead. He plugged the wire in, gave The second mechanic the green light and left the tube.
Monty sat in the dirty, half leather half metal chair as it began to recline. Monty was bounded by metallic straps covering his limbs but not his neck, as Roxy had broken that one. He lay their eyes closed like he was sleeping, but he was awake. His face was as neutral as ever, not a trace of a smile nor frown.
The two mechanics stood side by side as the toaster began to boot up painfully slow, its fans sounding like a jet engine. The two silently exchanged glances and smirked at each other, slightly amused at the tools they had been given.
Within a few minutes, the PC was operational, still running windows seven rather amusingly. They poked around the files until they accessed some software that allowed them to view the code of Monty.
"So... What are we looking for?" The first mechanic asked.
"I dunno. Something to suggest he is sad?" The second mechanic guessed.
The two were a little worried, not knowing exactly what their job was, but having a rough idea. Monty's AI code was long. Stupid long. The same could be said for all the animatronics.
The two began to browse through nonsensical programming language and script for anything they would deem as suspicious.
"Why are they getting us to do this? Just get some software engineers and write up some code to make them happy." The mechanic who was watching over Monty stated.
"Cause we're cheaper, and it's probably him just going through a mid-life crisis." The other replied.
Seconds of scrolling turned into minutes, minutes of scrolling turned into tens of minutes, tens of minutes of scrolling turned into hours. One of them checked their watch, a regular one.
"Huh. Cooper should be here soon. Maybe we can ask him stuff about the animatronics personally." One of them reasoned.
"Yeah that wouldn't be too bad of an idea."
minutes of silence went by until finally, something noteworthy happened. The mechanic at the PC had stopped scrolling and looked blankly at the screen, jaw dropped. It wasn't unnoticed by the second mechanic who walked over and asked what was wrong.
The mechanic simply pointed to the screen and said, "That's not safe." Still rather stunned.
What lay awaiting them were hundreds, if not thousands of lines of malicious code intermingled with the regular ones, affecting the behaviour and thought processing side of the bot. It would take days to clear up. Not to mention any mistake in doing so would likely be fatal for a performance.
"Ummm... We probably don't have the authority to clean this up... And frankly, I don't trust myself not to screw this up." The first mechanic said hesitantly.
"Well we've done our job, we've found the problem..." A nervous chuckle crept over the second mechanic. Monty still laid lifeless in his tube.
"OK we've found the problem, but we can't fix it. We have to notify someone about this."
"Obviously. Oh, tell the night guard too, these guys might become unpredictable and turn dangerous, who knows what could happen with some controlling these 2-tonne death machines."
The first mechanic looked back on the PC and noticed that somehow, more data and lines of malicious code had been added, and more were coming in.
"What the hell..."
The other mechanic looked towards the screen and began seeing it too. His face grew bewildered, as the anti-virus on these guys was supposed to be top-notch.
The two looked back at Monty. He looked as though he was still asleep. It was the equivalent of going into surgery for a broken bone, the finding out the patient had cancer.
The first mechanic filed some notes, took some screenshots of the code and packed up shop rather urgently, and instilled panic into himself and the other mechanic by his pace. The second joined and helped him. They weren't exactly sure if it was safe for the night guard to be around Monty, or anyone for that matter.
"Do we leave him here?" The second mechanic asked.
"Ummm... No, take him back. He'll need to recharge." The first said after some precise thought.
The two left in a hurry with Monty closely following. It was as if nothing was wrong with him, only Monty being a little tired. The two guided him to the Monty golf elevator, and sent him down. They then proceeded to the lobby.
Upon exiting the elevator to the lobby, they met face to face with Cooper.
"Oh, hel-" Cooper was interrupted. The first mechanic began to speak.
"Yeah, hi um, Something's wrong with Monty, and not just his feelings or whatever, like... His code is kinda... messed up."
"What?"
"His codes kind of broken. Can you keep an eye on him please? He might act up, do some unusual things."
"O-Ok, Is it just Monty?"
"We don't know, we only checked him. But it looks like a security breach (He said the thing) and it's reasonable to assume that it's happening to the others."
"Do the higher-ups know?"
"No, not yet, but we've left notes and documents for them."
"OK..." He took a moment to process all the information he just received. "Uhh, thanks for that. Have a good night." He said it optimistically.
"You too, be safe." The two continued down to the exit.
Well, that would explain his recent behaviours. Cooper thought as he ventured onward towards the atrium. This time if something happened, he'd be ready. Company tazers were issued out 2 weeks after the 'Vanny incident', probably more to prevent property damage and lawsuits than the well being of employees.
He walked up towards the stage and stopped. He thought about what the night held in store for him.
