Unfixable

The New Animatronic

"Hey, the—"

"New animatronic is here?"

Foxy opened the door to the spare storage room all the way. "Yeah. How did you know that?"

"The Bidybabs were in here earlier," I explained, standing up.

"Ah. Should've known." He started off down the hallway and I followed after him. "By the way, your little demon children found your arm and decided to scare the crap out of me with it."

I couldn't bite back my amused grin. "Oh really? Did you scream?"

"Yeah, it was terrifying! I was by myself, and suddenly there was just this...this...limp hand on my shoulder!" Foxy exclaimed. "I grabbed it with both hands and threw it forward, only to realize that it was your hand. I was so confused, but then I heard high-pitched giggling behind me and realized."

I laughed. "Oh, that's great."

"Good to know you find my trauma amusing," he replied with a slight smile. "By the way, I sorta damaged it more when I hurled it into the wall. But don't worry, I can still fix it and reattach it. It'll just be a while."

"That's fine, Fox. Take your time," I said. "And once again, thanks for continuing to piece my disheveled ass back together."

"No problem." Foxy pushed open the doors of the Circus Gallery. "Once again, I can't not help my best friend."

Before us, all gathered around one of the room's multiple tables, was Freddy, Bon-Bon, Ballora, and the four Minireenas. They all had their backs facing us but turned at the sound of the door opening.

"There they are!" Ballora said.

The newbie, who had been sitting across from everyone, stood up, and I was looking at...

Me.

Alright, obviously it wasn't literally me. It was another Circus Baby. Being a franchise mascot, I know I'm not the only one of me. I know that there are others at different establishments. Despite that, it's still weird to look another animatronic in the face when they have the same one that you do.

Well, I suppose we weren't entirely identical. She still had all of her parts. Her paint was free of scratches. Her metal plating was free of dents. And her eyes were blue. Mine are green.

"Hello!" she greeted in an overly chirpy tone, making her way over to where Foxy and I stood before looking me up and down. "My oh my, you look a bit worse for wear, don't you? No wonder they brought me here... Oh, where are my manners? I'm Circus Baby. But you already know that, because you are too!"

She shook my hand in an overly animated and entirely overly enthusiastic fashion. I'm almost positive that something within my arm broke when she did so because something in there started rattling obnoxiously.

"Right... but please, just call me Baby."

"Just Baby," she repeated. "If that's the case, then you can just address me as Circus."

Should I mention that she was still holding onto my hand?

"I have the feeling that we're going to be the best of friends, Baby."