A Bird's Satiation

   Freddy is a good boss. The kind of boss you respect, whatever that means. Each night, he assures us that we are functioning admirably. He says that we are changing, that faults will develop. But he tells us not to waste processing power on analyzing it. They are necessary malfunctions, a byproduct of our code evolving. I listen to the boss, so I don't question it. At least, I try not to. Every now and again, subroutines crop up that try to do just that. Despite my machinery, I can't deny that there are... feelings of some kind being expressed by them. Mainly worry. Worry, and fear. Robots like us were not programmed for this. I want to share my concerns, but the only one of us who may understand, seems to be too far gone to be of use. The one I know to be Foxy. I think he was the first of us to begin developing some semblance of emotion, and I believe it's driven him mad. Every time he acts out of turn, he is chastised by Freddy. The following day, he's more beat up looking than the day before. He may be slowly self-terminating. What if I begin to do the same?

   With all these concerns comes another issue. I find myself not being fully charged upon waking from standby. My systems tell me nothing is wrong, so maybe it's another byproduct like the boss said. I don't think my internal sensors are working properly. I have to find alternative means to recharge. So I end up in the kitchen most nights. Searching. With what knowledge I have on the subject, I know that there are things made there for the children, specifically for that reason. Whatever I can find, I consume in an attempt to refuel. It's never enough. There seems to be a feedback loop of sorts about the whole situation. My worry rises, I wallow in my fear, and then it's off to the kitchen to try and restore order. Even tonight, I don't even bother waiting for instruction on getting the security unit. I can't do it anymore. Besides, I don't see Freddy anywhere, so I do not think he requires me. With that all considered, I hop off the stage. As I do so, I notice that the unit I usually cooperate with, Bonnie, is staying stock still. Almost as though listening intently. Perhaps waiting for orders from the boss. Again concluding that I am not needed, I head for the kitchen. Upon entering, I immediately set to work. Pots and pans are strewn about as I search for anything I can use for fuel. It's a noisy process, but I don't mind. The boss hasn't tried to stop me, so I don't think this is wrong at least.

   Unfortunately, the kitchen seems emptier than usual. There isn't much for me here tonight. So I guess there's not much to do but head back to the stage. Upon opening the door, I am greeted by Bonnie passing by. I immediately notice that much of Bonnie's purple faux fur is matted and tinged a reddish hue. A subroutine notes this as odd as my logic circuit tries to come to a conclusion while Bonnie heads towards the stage. More information is required. I look in the direction that Bonnie had come from and decide to investigate. Moving down the corridor, my internal map tells me the next room is Maintenance. My circuit concludes with 96% probability that Bonnie must have come from here. The door is still slightly ajar, so I approach it. As I do, I hear a sound. Some kind of long low noise. A subroutine notes a new feeling, one of dread. When I push the door open, I immediate see a possible explanation. There's a security unit on the maintenance table. It seems to have recently undergone the installation process for the hardware we use. The process seems to have been altered however. There are other machines hooked up to it, providing various fluids I do not recognize. A subroutine theorizes that it was an attempt to keep the security unit active.

   Approaching the table, I look over the unit. It seems the headpiece of the hardware is not sitting correctly on the unit's frame. I go to adjust it, and it falls with a wet thud upside down on the table, allowing me to easily peer down into said headpiece. Inside, there seems to be a mesh of the unit's head, integrated with the headpiece. Many crossbeams and wires are sticking in, out and around it. The headpiece is also full of those fluids, along with the unit's own internal fluids. Fluids to keep the unit active. Fuel. Another new feeling overflows along my complex at this realization. Despite this new feeling, I know I do not need to analyze this one, as I know exactly what it is. Elation. This can finally slake my need and allow me to refuel. The boss must have known what I had been going through, and had Bonnie do this for me. I find myself holding the headpiece up and mimicking an image I'd seen before. Something called a toast. What else could this be, but a feast? The phrase on my bib conveys my excitement aptly. For I cannot wait to dive in. Yes, Freddy truly is a good boss.