Fiona

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Fiona was a comedian. An animatronic one, sure, but she came up with her own jokes! She did improv! She was funny!

So imagine her surprise when someone had the audacity to yell out, "you suck!" In the middle of her comedy hour.

"I'm sorry?" She asked, turning to face them. Eyebrows raised, stopped mid-joke. The perpetrator was a middle-aged woman and her husband who were both ruining it for their children who had been enjoying the show.

They said some choice words Fiona would never repeat if her life depended on it, and she lost it.

"Are you kidding me!?" Her outburst stopped the crowd. People were recording. Good. "I don't get paid, I make my own script, I deal with Karens like you, and I provide security!" She screeched, "I don't get recognized for my talent, and yet I do it over and over again! DAY. AFTER. DAY." The fox hissed out. She was mad. Reeaalllyy mad. She took a breath. No. No freaking out.

"I am, frankly, done with you all. Comedy hour isn't ending early, however. Now, you will either sit down and let everyone else enjoy the show, or I will escort you out. Thank you." She went back to the joke, deliberately making a jab at Fazbear Entertainment for kicks.

Ah, the day in the life of an animatronic.

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