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You hurry through your one story home, nearly tripping over piles of tools and scrap metal. You grab your bag from the floor and aren't at the least bit surprised at what you find inside.
"No. What do I tell you everytime, Numo? You can't come. Out of the work bag." You groan.
You pull the small bot you made out of the bag as you scold them.
In response they played a clip from something they heard recently.
"Why? Why? Why?" It sounds like a repeat of the woman who narrates the audio book you had been listening to.
"Because, because, because," you answer back, "It's not a safe place for a baby bot."
"I no baby" they clipped together words they just heard from you.
"You will always be my baby." You coo to them, "I'll find buddy, you two could work on something together. I will be back in no time, promise."
They seemed to slump in defeat. Numo is a hand sized sleek robot that starts as a smooth oval and unravels until it has a functioning head, arms and legs. You made it around the end of college, thinking if you made something cute and smart people would eat it up. Turns out you don't have the heart to give something free thought then sell it like property.
So, now they try to hitch a ride with you everytime you leave the house. Fearing the small bot will get lost you've never allowed that. Instead passing them off to your first ever sentiment creation, like some sort of garbage mom.
You head back through the house to look for said robot. Normally a house like this only a year and a half out of college would be impossible but Fazbear Entertainment pays you big bucks for fast work. It's no surprise that the place is practically held together with duct tape and sticky tack.
Speaking of work, you got a text from an unknown number, Bonnie needs a repair. Since it is currently one in the morning you assume it's from Vanessa. You gave her your number in case Bonnie ever needed any immediate night repairs. It's a good thing you were already up late working on a repair for Mr. Nabokov next door.
Entering the kitchen you spot the wheeled robot you're looking for hard at work. He's at the counter sifting through a small pile of colorful bits of metal, he likes to make miniature scenes out of small scraps you don't use.
"Hey Buddy, could you let Numo help out? They're trying to sneak out with me." You ask.
Buddy comes up to about your midsection. He's like a small locker on wheels with, two coverd lights that make up a head and claws for hands. He was a project for school which you loosely designed after WALL•E.
"Ok." His text to speech voice sounds a little ruff, "come."
He's not very advanced but Buddy's probably the closest thing you'll ever have to a child, other than Numo. While you know he's capable of complaining he's always willing to help you out and you appreciate him so much. Buddy does not leave something to be desired and Mr. Bellville can suck it. You never liked him or his stupid class.
"Thanks, Bud." You hum.
It was nice getting to spend so much time with the two of them but you're glad to be going back to work as well. Giving them a peck on the head each, you head out to the pizza plex.
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It was eerie pulling up to the large building when it's practically empty. You were one of the only cars in the lot and you made quick work of getting inside. To your surprise you don't have far to go to find Bonnie.
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Romantics and Robotics || Glamrock Bonnie X Reader
FanfictionYou've been hired by fazbear entertainment to be the personal maintenance worker to their Glamrock Bonnie animatronic. You aren't his first, Bonnie's been through a few mechanics mostly due to his attitude and short temper. Due to the large audience...