Pop Goes the Balloon

Job 1x1 - Chicken Run

"You didn't drink any syrup did you?"

Before you could check your e-mail there was one thing in the office that was completely out of the norm. The 'elephant in the room', or 'chicken'. At the side of the office someone had lain a tarp down. On top of that tarp sat a completely destroyed animatronic, large parts rusted, some parts covered in what you guess was seaweed, some parts leaking oil and other parts completely smashed. It looked far worse than Bonnie did back then. With the head still partially in tact and a few paint chips present it was clear who it was.

Chica.

It smelled too, lightly of sewage. You make a mental note to get some air fresheners later. The animatronic was in a dismal state. Poking around inside it looked as if she had been stripped for parts too, many of the internal wires either gone or destroyed. While you knew you were going to have to deal with it, the model did not look repairable. Ignoring the fact you had to deal with a potential 'nother murder investigation you get to your laptop, quietly hoping this wasn't the Chica you had worked with.

They recently added a ticketing system to the plex, using it as a way to keep track of various upgrades and stuff. You got forwarded them all even if 99% of them didn't involve you.

During the day there were other technicians who did minor things on the animatronics from on-the-go fixes to 'microcode upgrades'. For big jobs that was on you. Though you had considered it your job from the onset you later found out the animatronics didn't want anyone else but you working on them, a rather flattering outcome.

When it was first introduced the system's sales rep enthusiastically explained that any time you did work on an animatronic you were supposed to log it in case you needed to refer to it sometime later.

It was quickly determined this was horribly inefficient and that wasting time logging the serial number of every single guide bot you fixed a wheel on ruined the time you could have spent fixing other things up. And you considered yourself a counselor to. Would giving Freddy advice on friendships constitute fixing him? What if you helped Sun and Moon clean up the daycare?

The way you saw it that system was more for executives and the software people. They spent most of their time in front of a computer anyways. And executives like their numbers.

You were officially exempt from having to fill in tickets with the exception of 'major upgrades', which the rep would end up just either sending you an e-mail or calling you directly to explain the problem. Most of your tickets contained barebones notes, deciding that management didn't need to know every screw you touched.

It was a lot more structured than you expected, especially after that first job.

The Rep, as you knew him was your boss and the person in charge of the plex. A mysterious person he seemed to have a deeper knowledge of the plex than he let on. You didn't even know his name, just referring to him as the Rep.

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Artist: Corker / Conboy

Song: In the Dust and Haze

He always knew more than everyone else. For one he knew fixing Bonnie would lead to the meltdown incident and he expected that outcome so much that prior to that night bought insurance in-case anything malfunctioned. The claim paid off all the fallout of that night.