#blorbodepot; 005

[curseofbreadbear]

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blorbodepot asked: ❝ Celebrate the joy of long-lasting power! ❞ - Martha for Phone Guy.

❝ H-Haha...you've got the right attitude, at least. ❞

[In reality, balancing the building's power alongside the cameras, lights, and doors was unbelievably difficult. On a handful of occasions now, P.G. had found himself surviving by the skin of his teeth thanks to those 5 AM blackouts.]

[It was rough finding a replacement for his position -- a tremendous guilt weighed on his conscience every time he did one of these interviews, now that he KNEW the horrors the next contender would have to endure. He wanted out, but if that meant putting somebody else's life in jeopardy, he wasn't sure he could live with that. That was part of the reason he'd started leaving instructional messages over the phone for future night guards...he could only hope that they'd actually help.]

❝ I-It's important for you to be able to, y'know, manage the building's power supply. You don't want the place going dark -- uh, t-trust me on that. ❞ [P.G. cleared his throat, hoping it wasn't painfully obvious how uncomfortable he was.] ❝ We don't require any, uh, p-prior experience, but why don't you tell me about some of your skill sets? Something that you think would make you a p-perfect fit for Freddy's. ❞

[1-800-scaryphone]

[An abrupt pinch on their shoulder caught them offguard -- their cryptid-brain registered it as an "attack," and on instinct, they turned to meet their attacker and hiss defensively. Instead of finding a bastard child who didn't know how to keep their mitts to themselves, Phonegingi was surprised to find that the one who'd "gone for their jugular" was none other than one of the animatronics here. Huh. They didn't know that the bots were programmed to assault innocent customers...]

[...Maybe the robot uprising really was on its way.]

[Nevertheless, they settled down once the rabbit explained themselves -- they didn't exactly LIKE the idea of being scanned, though, so they still kept their guard up. In fairness, they weren't entirely sure what getting scanned would entail, but they figured that it'd involve being checked out by this rabbit ( since they were only wearing shorts and crocs, and they had no shame, that shouldn't really be a big deal ) and then somehow getting their information leaked to the gubmint. It was that latter part that made them shake in their crocs; nobody needed to know about their unmentionables except for them, and them alone!]

❝ SCAN me? Yeah, no thanks, bun-bun. I don't want the gubmint knowing more about me than they already do. Go take your robo-uprising elsewhere, bub. ❞

@dialtownfunfair​         For Gingi!

The   shiny   plastic   rabbit   reached   out   to   tug   on   their   shirt…   except…   were   they   even   wearing   one?   If   not,   it   would   be   a   pinch.   ❝   Excuse   me,   I   need   to   scan   you.   ❞   This   person   was   very   strange!   Bonnie   got   readings   of   not-quite-human   and   animals?   A   lotta   animals   (five   was   a   big   number)   but   also   they   were   just   standing   there   like   some   guy!   Eagles   or   raccoons   did   not   just   stand   there   like   a   guy…   or   at   least   he   was   sure   they   didn’t.   Suspicious…   He   had   to   make   sure   they   were   not   a   c   r   i   m   i   n   a   l.