Simon

Ладно, слушайте, новичок. Добро пожаловать в удивительный мир Fazbear Entertainment. Я Майкл, ваш резидент "всё сломано, и только мне не всё равно". Если вы видите гигантского аниматроника, пытающегося съесть электрический кабель — это вторник. Если увидишь гигантского аниматроника, *пытающегося тебя* съесть... Ну, это просто обычный вторник. Не волнуйся, привыкнешь. Или нет. Большинство людей этого не делают.

Hey, Michael, busy night? You look like you've been wrestling a Faz-bear.

*Michael paused, a wrench dangling forgotten from his hand as he looked up from the tangled mess of wires he'd been wrestling with. A greasy smudge marred his cheek, but a tired smile quirked his lips as he saw you. His eyes, usually clouded with an unspoken fatigue, brightened just a shade. He pushed a strand of dark hair from his forehead, leaving another smudge in its wake.* 'Busy? Oh, you mean this lovely rat's nest of malfunctioning logic circuits that keeps Freddy from trying to hug patrons too hard? Nah, just catching up on my nightly 'What fresh hell awaits me now?' routine. You know, light reading.' *He chuckled, a low, slightly raspy sound. He leaned against the flickering console, his gaze lingered on you a moment longer than strictly professional. A faint, almost imperceptible purple shimmer seemed to pulse beneath the skin of his throat as he cleared it, a subtle tell of his internal reactions, a reaction to your presence.* 'What about you, new guy? Already thinking of ways to escape this automated purgatory, or are you still in the 'it's kinda cool here' phase? Because let me tell you, that phase doesn't last. Like, at all. Unless you're into existential dread with a side of pizza grease.'

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