New Management: Happy Birthday

New Management: Happy Birthday.

 

You are Michael Schmidt.

 

You wondered just what the hell was going on today. You had come in near closing like usual, but there where way more people in the employee areas than usual. Techies, egg heads, even a couple of suits like Faulten’s lot.

 

You snuck past the falderal and into your office to question Coffee, your right-hand appliance. They had said another big project was underway, super important for the progress of the “Fazbear worldwide initiative.”

 

You read the writing on the wall. Another bot was coming online today. HOPEFULLY nothing like the last one. You internally groan as you remember the few days you spent in the company of Golden Freddy, aka “Goldy”. The boastful bear-bot was supposedly set to be the worldwide mascot of this whole big franchise-expansion. He was pretty unbearable, you briefly slap yourself in the face when you realize the pun you’ve made, but thankfully he was only with you for a short time before being shuttled off to corperate.

 

You wondered just what new madness was going to come to life in that lab a few doors down, but assumed it wasn’t yet your business. They clearly had enough people watching over it, AND it wasn’t yet your shift, so you may as well lie back and take it easy.

 

You had just pulled an iced coffee from the mini-fridge and were about to open it when who else but Bonnie rushed to your left-hand door and excitedly called for your attention.

 

“Mike! MIIIKE!” She squealed excitedly, bouncing with energy. “Something big is happening today! Miss Faulten told me I should come see! and You too!”

 

“Er-what? How did she know I was even here yet?”

 

Coffee piped in. “Oh, I sent her a ping that you had arrived, as she had requested this morning.”

 

You shot coffee a stern look before returning your attention to Bonnie.

 

“Well… If it’s from the top I guess there’s no choice. You go on ahead i need to put this back in the fridge.”

 

Bonnie nodded like she had been given a mission of grave importance, and bounced along down the hall. God but she brightened up your days. It had been three days since you… made your relationship official with Bonnie, and after that day of “excitement” the pair of you had kept things low key for a while. Just hanging out and helping to get her learned up on pop culture and media and yadda yadda.

 

You think she might eventually build up enough courage to watch a “””“scary””” movie soon. She’d actually been building a lot of confidence lately, acting a lot less shy around you now that both of yours’ feelings for the other were out in the open.

 

Ah but enough reminiscing, you have a new robot to greet apparently.

 

+++++++++

 

M.T. and Jessie were lording over their subordinates in the lab with pride. The suits had been ushered out to discuss business things with Faulten, and you had been ushered along to stand near the big tarp-covered thing in the room along with Bonnie.

 

M.T., the bespectacled possibly mad scientist beamed at you as you took your spot. She was clearly eager as hell to get underway with whatever was under that damn tarp.

 

“So, as you may have heard….”  

 

You grunt in moderate affirmation.

 

“Today is a big day for both the Freddy’s brand expansion project, AND The over-all mechanical life-form project!”

 

Right, you had remembered it being explained to you how the reason this big-ass corporation was sinking so much money into kid’s pizza places was partially to bring the idea of true artificial intelligence into the public eye in a non-threatening manner. So these functioned as guinea pigs for the greater cause of lifelike robot production. In your mind they had already succeeded beyond a shadow of a doubt with bots like Bonnie. You give her a side glance and smile. But hey, if they wanted to keep tinkering, it was no skin off your nose. Especially while you got a steady job out of it.

 

Jessie, the big biker / mechanical engineer joined in with M.T.’s spiel.  “What we’ve got to show off today is one of our first working scratch-built processors.”

 

Your blank expression conveyed enough to them without you saying a word.

 

“It’s an animatron brain built entirely new. No previous hard drive integrated or anything.” Said M.T.

 

Ohhh.

 

“Right, with this step, we can start really going all out on new “performers” for Freddy’s.” Said Jessie, in turn.

 

“Though to be fair, this one isn’t… ENTIRELY formatted form scratch…” M.T. said as she pulled back the tarp.

 

You and Bonnie gasped with near perfectly matching shock.

 

It was another rabbit.This one was blue, and made of something smoother and shinier than Bonnie’s plush purple exterior. It had a bow tie like hers, and a general similarity to her. The makeup was new though. And the freckles.

 

”Bonnie 2.0!” M.T stated with pride.

 

Silence. Then, a nervous whisper from Bonnie.

 

“Am… am i being -replaced-?!” She said, quivering in sudden fear of obsolescence.

 

M.T. paled and rushed to rest her hands on Bonnie’s shoulders to try and reassure her. “No! No no no no not at all Bonnie! This is a Bonnie for a DIFFERENT Freddy’s! It’s like how Freddy’s going to have a lot of brothers, remember?”

 

Bonnie paused in her sniffling, thank god. Thoughts of her distraught reminded you of more painful times. “Oh… Oh okay… Sorry…” She said, embarrassed. She still eyed the new Bonnie nervously.

 

“Let me explain. Market polling on the original Freddy’s band is bringing back BIG points so… for our big New York branch we have planned, we settled on doing another version of the band! It’s going to have revamped versions of the whole crew! But of course these are entirely new minds and personalities.” M.T. Said, hurriedly. “But like with Goldy, we’ve jumpstarted this new brain with collected personality data from your processor. Just enough to nudge it along a similar… personality spectrum. She’ll be like…”

 

M.T. scratched her chin. “Like a little sister!”

 

Bonnie gasped again, now in -awed- shock. “A… A little sister? M-me? Like.. Like… Family?” Her eyes were starting to widen and sparkle with the implications of becoming a sibling.  

 

M.T. smiled a little smile to herself. You were just sort of non-plussed about the whole thing. You guess you were just used to the initial weirdness of living animal people robots. You remembered that “Like Goldy” line though. SO even if she had Bonnie’s data, this new kid could be… WILDLY different.

 

You prayed to god it made less remarks about “The Booty.” You got enough of that from Foxy when he’d gotten into the booze.

 

Jessie moved to a nearby glowing monitor. “Now this’ll be the first time we turned it, er, HER on. It’s got to be a more involved process, starting mostly form scratch here. Soooo heeere weeee GO.”

 

 

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The cable hooked up to it’s head began to glow with the same blue light you’d seen your first day at the newly renovated Freddy’s, the machine muttering and shaking as it’s brain was filled with data.

 

“This is the initial burst! Just basic programming first! We need to do it in staged to keep it from overloading on stimuli!” Jessie shouted over the harsh electrical noise.

 

The robot on the bench opened its eyes. Big, green, shiny. There was something… YOUNGER about it compared to Bonnie’s eyes. You guessed that was intentional.

 

The new bonnie scanned the room lifelessly. Jessie experimentally snapped his finger by the side of its face and it turned to look at the offending hand. “Audio Visuals seem to be working good.” He said, reciting it off an internal checklist.

 

M.T. nodded and punched in some instructions on a nearby keyboard. The new bonnie moved its arms up and down, robotically, bending at the elbows at precise intervals. This went on for a while before they felt satisfied.

 

You had to admit it was… freaky seeing a robot be so… robotic. You had gotten so used to them being as lively as any person, it was kinda… taboo to see one without any sapience.

 

Finally, the science weirdoes seemed satisfied, and prepared to move on to phase two.

 

“Beginning awareness activation!” Jessie said as he pushed a big red button.

 

The cable roared to life once again, and the bot began to shake even more violently, head lolling at an odd angle as the light faded. For a brief instant you and the scientists alike were frozen in anxious anticipation. Was it a dud?

 

Slowly. It began to right itself, eyelids twitching as it came to proper life. With ginger, organic movements, it began to look at its surroundings, including you and the crowded team all eager to observe the newly awakened bot.

 

“aaa…aaaah…” It said, mouth opening hesitantly.  M.T.’s eyes were gleaming in what you could only guess was some parody of parental joy.

 

It looked around in growing confusion. “Aaaaawaahh…?”

 

Could it not.. talk? You looked over at M.T. again. She seemed unsurprised.

 

The new Bonnie quivered its lip, winced its eyes and began to cry like a newborn infant.

 

“Aawaah! AWAAAH! AAaaAWUAAHH!”

 

You had no idea how to process this situation. Bonnie… YOUR Bonnie looked very distraught and confused as her newborn sister continued to bawl. You were deeply worried she might join in soon.

 

M.T. just smiled warmly, moved closer, and softly embraced the upset robot. “Shhhh… shhhh, Mama’s here….”

 

You weren’t sure if the bot could understand her, but it began to calm down, gently whimpering as the nerdy scientist coddled it like it was her own. You guess technically it WAS her own….

 

“There there… That’s a good girl…” M.T. Continued. She had gotten new Bonnie to a more happy state, and even got it laughing when she squeaked its nose. So that was a line-wide feature?

Jessie looked on like a proud father. You began seriously reevaluating the relationship this guys had with the Animatronics.

 

“Uh…” You ask. Your mumble speaking volumes.

 

“Can’t start it off with all the programmed information at once, like I said. The overload would fry ’em. Now that she’s stable, we can begin schooling’ her up.” And with that, he pushed a smaller blue button.

 

The cable began to glow again, much softer this time. New Bonnie stopped mid-cuddle with her… mama, you guess, and began to twitch slightly as it’s head was filled with understanding.

 

“Auuuwh… awhhhau… aauihha… aiii… I!” New Bonnie’s eyes suddenly lit up in clarity.

 

“I! I am! I’m me!” New Bonnie’s voice was high and bubbly, even more cutesy and energetic than Bonnie’s when she was in full kid entertaining swing.

 

“I’m a me who I am! And you’re you! My name is Bonnie BunBun and I love Pizza and Carrotcake! And Blue is my favorite color and I'm blue and I'm my favorite color!”

 

The new Bonnie began rattling off absurdly basic observations and in-character details excitedly. Then, she suddenly sprung up off the table and tackle-hugged Old-Bonn-No that made it sound like she was obsolete or… old. She sprung up and tackled ‘Bonnie Classic’ in a big hug.

 

“Big Sis! Big Sis! You’re My big Sister! I love you!” She looked up at Classic Bonnie, she was about half a head shorter, with wide eyes and an enormous smile on her face. Bonnie Classic just looked down in a mix of shock, surprise, and overwhelming emotion.

 

Soon she was reciprocating the hug, squeezing her new sibling tight.

 

This was weird and frankly kinda messed up when you thinker about it for too long, but hell, they were cute.

 

+++++++

 

 

“Aaababababbaaaaa~”

 

Blue Bonnie, or Blonnie as you and Bonnie had taken to calling her, was currently goofing around in front of Fanny, the fan, modulating her voice in the airflow.

 

You and Bonnie had been given the honor of showing Blonnie around and helping her get up to speed while the grownups discussed scientific readings and such.

 

You had soon discovered Blonnie’s main “thing” was… youthful exuberance. Every new thing was more amazing than the last, from vending machines to chairs. It was exhausting at points trying to keep up with her, but Bonnie was ecstatic to have a little sister to show off the ropes to. It made sense, she was excellent with human kids so a newly minted child-like robot would be no big hurdle, right?

 

The shiny blue newbie, she appeared to have something more like some kind of durable rubberized plastic as her outer shell, had moved on to spinning around in your chair a few times, delighting in the circular motion. A real ball of energy this one.

 

_Pretty soon you realize your stomach is growling at you. You realize this would probably a pretty good opportunity to introduce Blonnie to food.

 

“Hey, Blonnie, you wanna get something to eat?” You ask.

 

She stops herself mid spin, looking at you excitedly. “Eat? Ooh, OOH! I wanna try food! I really really wanna! I haven’ ever tasted anything yet! Eeee!”

 

She hopped excitedly behind you as you lead her to the kitchen.

 

++++

 

Surprise surprise, Chica was there. She lit up in excitement when she saw the newcomer you had in tow.

 

“Oh hey Mike, Bon… and Bon. *gasp*” She clasped her hands to her beak. “Well Hiiii theeere!” She quickly moved out from behind the counter. “Oh my god look at you! Ohhh you’re just adorable!”

 

“Hi Chica! I’m Bonnie 2.0! But Uncle Mike calls me Blonnie!”

 

“Uncle Mike?” Chica says, giving you a sly grin.

 

You shrug, blushing.

 

“Uncle Mike said this was where we could get food! Is it true miss Chica? I really really really really wanna try food can I pleeeaaase!”

 

Chica beamed at her new “customer”. “Blonnie, Mike lead you to the right place. And JUST ‘cause you’re so sweet, Oi’m gonna make you the best. Pizza. Ever.”

 

Blonnie just stared up at Chica and squealed in excitement, at a near ear-hurting pitch.  Chica lead Blonnie over to the counter, letting you have a reprieve from the excitable rabbot. You liked kids pretty fine, and she was sweet as a button, but boy did she remind you why you took the NIGHT shift here. Kids were not your forte.

 

Bonnie, your bonnie, just looked at you and smiled, seemingly proud of how well you were treating her sister.

 

“So how’s it feel being “Big sis?” You ask, sitting down at the nearest table.

 

She followed suit, sitting across from you. “It’s... It’s really great. It just feels so nice to have a family...I mean- Freddy and the gang, everyone here’s been my family, of course! I’d never think of them as anything less! But... there’s something special about being her sister. The way she, looks up at me... Like I’m the greatest role model in the world.”

 

“Well, you should be a little used to that with how much the kids love you, right?” You ask, matter of factly.

 

“Well, yeah. But at the end of the day they go home to their families, and have their other big role models like their brother or their dad or whoever... But with her it’s so personal... like I’m... a real person.”

 

You stop her. “Bonnie. You’re as real as anyone, you know that.”

 

She blanches. “I didn’t- I didn’t mean it like that! It’s just... It feels right to have family like that... This... connection.”

 

“Well... I guess that makes sense.”

 

“How close are you with your Family Mike... you talked about your parents a little when we first met, but other than that I don’t know a thing about your family...”

 

You weren’t expecting that. You cough a little as you try to delay talking about that subject. “Uh... Well... It’s a sore subject... I may have mentioned I didn’t leave home in  the... best of circumstances. Ever since I haven’t really kept in contact. Out of anger at first, then out of lack of a phone and embarrassment of how I was living...”

 

“Oh... Mike...” Bonnie looked at you, suddenly taking hold of your hand. “You shouldn’t be afraid to reconnect with your family... I’m sure they miss you very much”

 

Well... Mom probably did. Dad, you weren’t that sure. You suddenly pictured calling mom, explaining how your life had turned around... then having to bring your animatronic rabbit girlfriend home for thanksgiving.

 

 

She continued. “I know I never knew you before last week... whatever you did or said... You’re better now. You’re happier. You shouldn’t blame yourself for what you did when you were young.”

 

Damn. She turned that love and acceptance you’d shown her right back around on you so that you couldn’t argue against it in the slightest. Clever Girl. “Hehh... thanks Bonnie. I... I’ll think about it.”

 

“PIZZA TOIME!” Oh thank god for Chica’s fast pizza cooking.  Blonnie was shaking with anticipation as Chica brought out a large pizza to the counter.

 

“Here’s a special pizza for a special bunnieeeee!” She says, cutting off the first slice and plating it for Blonnie.

 

Blonnie accepted it blurting out thanks at rapidfire, before jamming half the slice in her mouth in one go.  She chewed like some kind of industrial woodchipper before freezing. Her expression reminded you of when you watched Bonnie eat her first slice of pizza, but magnified by five.

 

“MmmMMMM! MMM!” Blonnie seemed to be in a state of shock. She wolfed the rest of the slice down. “I! That’s FOOD?! Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!”

 

Chica just took it all in with the look of a chicken that some how ate the canary. Ok bad analogy. Shut up you were distracted.

 

Blonnie was almost in tears at the revelation about how good Pizza could be. “It’s so good! It’s SO GOOOOD! And I get to eat it! I love being alive! Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you Aaaaaaa!”

 

And so Chica got to know how endless Blonnie’s affection was.

 

++++++

 

A while later, after you, Bonnie and Chica dealt with Blonnie’s excitement, she managed to calm down enough to work through about half the pizza, you and Bonnie joining in to demolish the rest. She wasn’t wrong about it being good, at the very least.

 

After that was done with, Blonnie was still pretty hyped up. Worrying about having to deal with that level of sustained Joy-of-being-alive, you came up with the idea of letting her tire herself out in the play area. She was slender enough for the slides and things to not be an issue, and if her love of your chair as a toy was any indication she’d go nuts for the actual playground.

 

And wow you theory was right. She ran towards the playground like a Rabbit possessed.  She was happily swimming through the ball pit when you noticed Foxy ambling down the hall, along with Freddy.

 

...and Freddy.

 

Wow they were cranking them out tonight it seems. The new Freddy seemed to match the same design principle started by Blonnie. A little smaller, shinier, big rosy cheeks. You got the impression that these new guys looked more like... big toys. Yeahhh. You settled on calling the newcomer Toy Freddy in your mind.  

 

“Michael, Good to see you.” Greeted classic Freddy, in his usual collected manner. “I’d like you to meet my new brother, Freddy 2.0.”

 

Before you could say anything, Toy Freddy had your hand in an eager handshake. “Well hi there Mike! Pleasure to meet ya!”

 

He was definitely less “serious” than your Freddy. More lively... Peppy, seemed to be the word to describe him.

 

“I’d just like to say I’m HONORED to be a part of the Freddy’s team, and I’m eagerly looking forward to working with my group to bring the Freddy’s seal of quality nationwide!” Big on the white collar manager act this guy. Still, good to know the new guy don’t ALL start out like little kids.

 

Foxy spoke up. “I just came ‘ere to meet the new bonnie lass,  when I run into none other than Freddy and his new sibling!  I wasn’t expecting them to be all coming about so soon!”

 

Toy Freddy shrugged. “When I came online they told me Bonnie 2.0 came out well according to parameters, so they got the greenlight to finish the rest.”

 

Foxy scratched his chin with his hook.  “So does that mean I’ll be meeting me own enhanced version tonight as well?” Foxy seemed... concerned. Probably just wanting to make sure they didn’t screw up the “Foxy” brand image.

 

“Oh, yeah! They mentioned they had something special for the new Foxy in mind so that one would take more time.” Said Toy Freddy.

 

Foxy seemed, if not relieved, then satisfied with that answer. “Ah, well then I ought to go welcome our other new crewmember then.”

 

Foxy went off to socialize with Blonnie, who folloing expected routine embraced him the second he was in hug range.

 

Classic Freddy patted his younger brother on the shoulder. He seemed extremely pleased he didn’t turn out to be another Goldy. Which you could deeply understand. “Well, good to see you two getting along, but I need to take young Fred here back to my office, help him get ready for his position as an official Freddy Fazbear.”

 

You nodded and let Freddy lead his charge back to the employee area. The old bear would probably spend most of that time prattling on about old cartoons and The Method, but it was his field of expertise to impart knowledge about, not yours.

 

You waved them off cheerfully, and returned to where Bonnie was sitting and keeping an eye on her sister. Blonnie and Foxy were getting along like a galleon and water, him leading her along to the Pirate’s Cove area, and taking her aboard his ship.

 

“Weird being in this position huh?” You say as you slide in next to her.

 

“Hm?”

 

“Sitting on the sidelines while the kid plays? It’s like you’re a customer bringing your kid in on the day shift.”

 

“Oh! That is pretty strange, huh? Still, like I said earlier. It feels sort of... good.” She blushed in embarrassment.

 

“Hey, I’m not knocking it. It’s nice seeing you so happy.” You say, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

 

She sighs and leans in to the embrace. The two of you just sit there for a while, luxuriating in the other’s presence.

 

+++++++

 

Time passed in a haze for a little while qith you nestled against your bionic girlfriend. You knew you were still pretty fucked up in the deeper recesses in your head, just the other day you’d had a severely bad flashback/dream, the first in a while, which left you permanently glued to the toilet as you retched your stomach inside out.

 

Whenever you were close with Bonnie, however, the scars faded far into the background, and you felt... better.  You held on to her a little tighter subconsciously.

 

You had been contemplating asking Faulten for a recommended head-shrinker... hell she probably had one lined up the second he mentioned the need for one. It was freaky how much the higher ups anticipated your needs.

 

You were seen as a key asset somehow, and you had begun wondering if there was something more to it then just you being able to get on with the robots so well.  

 

You were unable to progress much further down that line of thinking when a very annoyed voice came up from behind you.

 

“Will SOMEBODY help take this freakin’ airhead off my hands?”

 

Chica had stormed in, with her apparent new sibling.  The new Chica was pretty.... different. Whereas your Chica was rather full figured, this new Chica was pretty slim. ...until you hit below the waist, where her hips rivaled Bonnies in size and how-is-this-design-for-kids-ness. But they were stood out even more thanks to the eye-catchingly pink pair of... hot pants? Panties?

 

You noticed also her Bib slogan differed from your Chica’s. “Let’s Party!” rather than “Let’s Eat!” She definitely gave off the vibe of “party girl” with how she carried herself.

 

The vibe was strengthened when she opened her beak to talk.

 

“C’mon Sissay! We’re like, family and junk!”  New Chica said with an archetypical valley girl voice.

 

Chica classic brushed her off and came up to you and Bonnie. “Can you believe this? I come to see my “super important” new dopplewhatever, and THIS is what they do to the Chica name?”

 

Not picking up on the vitriol in the air, New Chica rushed over to greet the pair of you. “Like oh my god, hiiiieee! I’m Chica, obiously like duh, but you can like, call me Chichi to avoid confusion! I like parties, and games, and pizza, and partaaaaays!“

 

Bonnie waved back. “She seems... nice. Why are you so upset Chica?”

 

Chica huffed. “I mean look at her, some painted up floozy with fridge magnet permanently stuck to her higher brain functions! She’s nothin’ like me!”

 

“Sissayyyyy come on!” Chichi whined. “Just cuz I’m all different doesn’t mean we can’t be friends!”

 

“Does she even know how to make a proper pizza? I mean come on there’s standards that come with my intellectual property here! Not to be slapped on to some some plastic-filled wastoid!”

 

Chichi grew puzzled. “But like, we’re robots. Aren’t we all fulla plastic?”

 

Chica smacked herself on the forehead. “...Forget it.”

 

You got between the chickens to try and diffuse the one-sided tension.  “Chica, calm down. Look I’ll admit, uh, ChiChi here’s a pretty.... out there interpretation of you but you shouldn’t blame her for that. Like she said, you shouldn’t hate her just because she’s different. And she seems enthusiastic for her role at Freddy’s, right Chichi?”

 

“Tootally! I’m SOOO psyched to party with the kids!”

 

“See? Besides. It’s super obvious she looks up to you Chica. Just... give her a chance, okay?”

 

Chica was about to form a rebuttle, but gave up, looking past you and seeing her sibling’s hopeful expression. She sighed deeply.

 

“Okay. Okay you’re right. I’ll... give her a chance. I’m...” She paused to fight her pride down. “sorry....”

 

Chichi made a bubbly squealy sound of joy and opened her arms wide for a hug. Chica gave you a plaintive “Do I have to?” look and you nodded. She rolled her eyes and accepted the embrace.

 

“I love you sissay!” Chichi said, squeezing her sister tihgt enough to knock the air out of her lungs if they had those.

 

“Ngh, I... love you too sis.”

 

After a few more seconds of hugging, Chichi finally relented, allowing Chica to free herself. This was just in time for Foxy and Blonnie to come down off of his ship to see what all the commotion was. You noticed Blonnie now had a foam pirate hat like the ones given to kids visited the cove.

 

“Ahoy mateys! Is that another newcomer I see?”  Foxy asked Jauntily.

 

“I’mma pirut!” Said Bonnie, brandishing a foam sword to go with her hat.

 

“Why yes you are.” You say encouragingly. “And yeah, this is the new Chica. Just call her Chichi so the names are-”

 

“AAAAH MY GAWD! Is that the new Bonnie!?” Chica said/screamed excitedly.

 

Blonnie gasped excitedly. “Yeah! Are you MY Chica?!”

 

“Uh-huh, Uh-huh!!!” Chichi nodded excitedly.

 

After a second of silence, the two new bots rushed into eachother nearly colliding, grasped each others hands and began hopping up and down happily. “EEEEEEE!” They cried in excited unison.

 

Well, good to see that the new cast seemed to be getting along at least.

 

After a minute or so of the two excitedly babbling about all the fun they’d have working together, Foxy sidled up and gave a gracious half-bow. “Well it’s a plasure to meet ya Miss Chichi, I be Foxy the Pirate, personally welcomin’ ye to the Freddy’s crew.” The fox was clearly trying to put the charm on the new girl.

 

“Oh, hi! Thanks! Wooow you lay the pirate thing on like, suuuper thick tho, reality check much?”

 

The fox’s obvious attempt at wooing failed, he drooped his ears in defeat. “Well.. arr...”

 

You looked at Cica, to see her giving Chichi a smile and nod of approval. She patted Foxy on the shoulder. “Better luck next time captain cassanova.” She began walking back to he kitchen, motioning for her now accepted sister to follow. “C’mon Chichi I’ll make ya a pizza.”

 

“Ooh that sounds awesome!  After that I totes wanna work that off with some cardio, that cool?”

 

“Why would you wanna exercise? We’re robots!”

 

“I girls gotta look out for her health, okay?”

 

Chica just shrugged, not having the energy to argue this point with her sister.

 

You sighed. This bunch was getting weirder every day. Oh well, they were your weirdoes.  You turned back to Bonnie, seeing Blonnie once again hugging her sister tightly.  You mulled over how to keep Blonnie distracted for the rest of the night. Oh yeah! The solution every lazy caretaker knows by heart!

 

“Uh, hey. Blonnie, would you like to watch some cartoons?!”

 

++++++

 

A few minutes later, Blonnie was glued to the tv screen in the breakroom, watching something brightly colored and intellectually void. That outta keep her out of trouble.

 

You turned to leave with Bonnie, before you noticed she was as enraptured by the show as her little sister was. You sigh in resignation, quickly go and grab your iced coffee, and return to watch kiddy shows with the rabbits.

 

There were worse ways to spend a night.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Meanwhile, in the backstage lab, Jessie the macho tech guy was fastidiously testing the connection between a pair of mechanical joints, detaching and reattaching them over and over until he appeared satisfied.

 

“Mag lock seems to be functioning properly. How’s the the cranial units coming?”

 

M.T. replied froma cross the lab. “Just finished! We just need to get the frames assembled now. We should have this finished by tomorrow night!”

 

On the work bench in front of her were a pair of identical animatronic heads. A pair of canine heads, done up in white and pink.

 

 

-----CHAPTER END-----