[ there's a custom made lift backstage. every Fazbear Entertainment Inc. brand show stage has wooden stairs at each side, and stairs are the worst when you can barely walk along flat even ground. it took ages to put together, several failed prototypes and test runs, but now Mike can hobble back there and press a few buttons, grab the railing, and up he goes. slowly but surely. he tried an adjustable speed motor, once. big mistake.

once he's up on stage, he nudges Rockstar Bonnie's arm out, palm up. the toolkit is placed on the animatronic's open hand, holding it steady. then he gets to work, opening up panels and chest pieces, tinkering with wires and knobs, little zaps and sparks every so often. Helpy, as is his namesake, helps out by holding flashlights or handing over tools, and occasionally grabbing a screw or bolt that pops loose and falls to the floor. Mike stays mostly silent, save for a bit of cursing under his breath, or telling Helpy what part to grab. and then Gen asks that question, asks for that favour, and everything pauses for a moment.

hmm. ]

And what makes you think you can afford one of my personal creations? [ he does sign her paychecks, after all. but there's no real bite to his tone, which means it's probably safe to assume he's at least considering the idea. and Helpy certainly looks excited at the prospect of having a fellow robo bearcub friend. ]

... [ sigh. ] I might be willing to entertain the idea of a good behaviour discount.