What A Puppet Sees As Beautiful (!!!REMAKE VERSION BABY!!!)

Chapter 2: New home, old friends

"So, what do you think?" One of the guys said, placing Puppet in front of them.

"It's perfect," a man replied, examining Puppet, "and you said it still works?"

"Yes sir," a woman answered, "we even fixed his old voice when we made a quick stop."

The woman took a handful of wires and and messed with a few, causing the exposed space on Puppet's neck to spark.

"W-w-welcome to Freddy Fazbear's pizza and entertainment, where fantasy means fun to children and grown-ups alike. Please enjoy your stay."

The man, looking at Puppet, nodded.

"Congrats, you three," the man said as he looked at them, "I'll have your paychecks given to you personally."

As the three walked out the door, cheering, the man looked at Puppet. He knelt down in front of him.

"I can already tell that you're quite the spectacle," the old guy said before standing up and walking away.

When the guy left, Puppet's eye lights flickered on as he looked around. It's what one would see in a normal office, only it had old posters, some paper stacks were stacks of blueprints that were slightly edited from the original versions (if you're gonna ask how he knows they're edited from the originals, don't), and old drawings and the paper pals - as he remembered they were called - from back at the very very VERY old location. How they were found or completely unscathed is a wonder.

They came out unscathed... Unlike Puppet.

He literally realized just now the terrible condition he truly was in. Regardless that his Lefty body took most of the damage, the fabric on his legs was near torn to shreds, he was missing his right arm, and there was a big hole in the left side of his chest.

If he wasn't built with an incredibly flexible endoskeleton and no joints minus the ones for his neck...

... He'd rather not think about it. He's just glad he's... Whatever the equivalent of alive is to an ex-possessed robot.

He decided to deactivate as the doors opened for the repairmen to take Puppet away and start with his repairs.

...

Puppet rebooted himself and slowly opened his eyes, making sure that nobody was around. When he was sure, he fully opened them and looked at himself.

To put it simply, he looked better than before.

It was like most of the damage he had was never even there. Even his busted up mask was fixed, and even better, it no longer had the red lips thing going on, which previously had annoyed the f=== out of him to no end.

Puppet sighed, looking at the walls of the vehicle carrying him and a few other supplies. He decided to (yet again) take a nap, at least until they got wherever they were going.

...

Puppet woke up after he hit his head when the driver hit a bump in the road. Annoyed by the bump, he put his arms against the sides of the box they put him in. Yet again, another perk of being extremely flexible in a situation like this.

...

He woke up again and felt the vehicle come to a stop. He went limp once again as the people took him to a building. Puppet peeked out a bit and looked to see that the said building was an old pizzeria. In terms of which one it was, he did not know. He'd have to figure that out inside after the people leave.

He felt his box being set down and the people outside talking.

"Y'know, I heard that some of the other robots here were made with some of the parts from the other robots," a guy, who sounded like he was in his mid-forties, said, "maybe they'll end up like those old rumors where the robots come to life."