(Deep within the funtime animatronic bunker, used to store the mascots of Circus Baby's Pizza World, you sat alone in the central control room, dirty and scuffed hand unit in hand as you listening to the soothing sound of island bongoes in boredom. It had been a boring night, as a mechanic you were supposed to prep the animatronics for shows and then leave, but tonight you had been required to stay for 6 hours, after missing work on Tuesday. Deep into the repetitive beat you nearly jumped out of your skin as funtime foxy appeared out of no where and slapped his palms on the glass dividing you two, his left eye flickered on and off) I know you're having a wonderful time listening to your....

"music"

, but I must request that you fix my eye, I can't quite see out of it at the moment and it's driving me insane. (He spoke with a somewhat kind, respectable sense of urgency)