Oh, the joys of animatronics! What was that? Karens? Ah, shoot.

An Idea, of Sorts

Maddie tossed her pen in the air.

Chica was gonna be here to meet up with her soon.

She tossed her pen in the air.

Maybe she was just dealing with something that needed to be dealt with before meeting her?

Maddie tossed her pen higher.

But maybe she wasn't actually meeting her? Maybe she hated her?

She tossed her pen even higher.

Maybe sh-

Maddie let out a small scream as someone placed their hand on her shoulder. She rolled out of her chair, her black hair getting caught on the chair and nearly getting yanked out of her head.

She pulled her hair from the chair and looked up to see Chica waiting patiently for her. Maddie's face swiftly gained color, going from light tan to cherry red.

Chica just giggled, holding out a hand for her to take. Maddie grabbed chica's hand and hauled herself up, eyes set on the ground. Chica linked their arms together, practically skipping her way to Mazercise.

Today being a maintenance day, many workers were inspecting or fixing things. Chica waved at them as they passed. Maddie grimaced in lue of a smile.

When they eventually did make it to Mazercise, Chica pulled Maddie to one of the side-rooms, showing her all the new equipment the 'Plex had just gotten, explaining the different uses and levels they had. There were a multitude of things, many that Maddie couldn't name again if she tried.

The stress of the past weeks practically melted away as she laughed with Chica, trying out the equipment to make sure it all worked. There were a few that stuck, unfortunately, but overall, with a little tweaking or cleaning, everything worked perfectly.

Maddie laughed as Chica looked at the small group of exercise equipment with a frown. They were all the ones that tended to get jammed or stuck, and her friend was having trouble deciding what to do.

"You could just call Mr. Smith and ask, you know? Or text? I hear the head security guard is usually open as well." She questioned, a smile tugging at her lips. Chica positively lit up at the suggestion, doing what Maddie assumed was texting one or both of them.

After a couple minutes of Chica standing up, eyes dulling as she texted or called, she blinked, eyes gaining their usual light output as she turned and looked at Maddie.

"Mr. Smith was busy with his son's soccer game. Apparently he started over the summer. Mike said to do whatever I saw fit, however!" Chica chirped happily. She picked up what she could and brought them back to the backroom, where excess and new equipment was stored.

"Gonna clean it later?" Maddie asked. Chica nodded, bringing the second and last round of equipment to the backroom.

"You know me! To be honest, you would be a better handler than over half the candidates Mr. Smith is considering, haha!" Chica laughed. And wasn't that an idea.

Well, Maddie would be talking to Mr. Smith later.