=[FNaF: Security Breach - Security Duty.]=

=[Chapter 2 [1/2] - Animatronic Assistant. (CO-2).]=

(CO = Central Office, second time.)

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'Today. Has just got a lot more shitty. It just had to go that way.' Chad tried to keep his cool, he really tried, but by the way his right eye was twitching a lot, it wasn't working.

His assistant couldn't help but snort. "Look, if it improves your mood, they specifically asked me not to bring you to my turf, so we don't have to worry about any-" Chad held his hand up, interrupting the Animatronic from speaking any further, much to his annoyance. "Let's just hurry this up so I can sit down and think about this later."

'...I'm never touching a choice wheel ever again.'

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After his patrol in Rockstar Row, and the eventual closure of the Mall, he went back to the office and was gonna grab another Mini until he noticed a Freddy-themed wheel, colored in white and pink, hanging above his desk. He walked over to it with a question about to pop off of his lips until a voice beat him to it.

"Hello there, new personnel! Fazbear Entertainment has decided to implement a new feature within this job by giving you a assistant to help you with any questions, concerns and a little bit of work. In order for that to work-"

Names showed up on the wheel, one of them looking very familiar. Glamrocks, The Classics, Nightbear's Horrors, Circus Carnival, Toy Gang, The Originals, Fazbear Fright, and Helpy. Chad felt his stomach turn and was really eager to tell this Wheel to 'kindly' go away until the voice carried on.

"-you have to spin the wheel, and let it decide which one of these groups is eligible for assistant selection. Helpy, however, is a automatic winner if the wheel lands on it. Please spin the wheel."

"...I-" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't have an option, don't I...?" "Please spin the wheel-" "-yeah yeah, okay, fine!" He pressed the button irritably, the wheel spinning.

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Unbeknownst to the newbie, other staff personnel, those that were there, and the animatronics (Well, actually, most of them, a good few of them don't really care.) were watching this happen. The personnel were glued to their screens while the animatronics saw it on their feeds.

Funnily enough, the personnel had bets on who might end up being the sod's right hand bot, though some might worry that this could end poorly, as they heard about the little 'golf incident' that happened.

Monty rolled his eyes, sitting on the couch that wasn't overturned. The alligator didn't even know why they went ahead with this idea, it was kinda stupid, but the others agreed that it'd be a learning experience for them and the new guy, but him and some others just felt this would be in the way of their duties.

Except for a couple of the retired ones that come out from time to time on special occasions, it's a miracle the company was nice enough to let them roam around without decommissioning them, they'd be perfect pickings if they didn't decide to go with a wheel.

"So people don't pick their favorites, they said." He let out a robotic chuckle. "I've seen the look on that guy's face, and it's clear he doesn't have any favorites. I feel bad for the one that ends up stuck with him."

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"Congratulations, you have won the 'Glamrocks' option!" "Oh lord please no..." "We will now spin for the lucky winner!"  "NOW!?"

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"Well, I'll be darned." Bonnie, a member of The 'Originals', watched as the wheel spun again. "Was hopin' he'd win a different group."

Foxy looked at his hook in disinterest. "Frankly lad, ye best be glad that lad didn't land on one of the worst ones. It'd be too soon." Bonnie couldn't help but agree.

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"Uh, Freddy?" Glamrock Chica looked awfully concerned as the wheel eventually landed on someone. "Should we do something...?" Glamrock Freddy shook his head no as he adopted what looked like to be a worried expression. "I'm afraid we can't do anything about this. It seems like we're in for a rough few days."

Roxy rolled her eyes, her arms crossed as she leaned against the wall. "We all know how this is gonna end, so why bother? It's not like we can do a recount." Chica stared at the glass. "I'm just afraid that this could be very, VERY messy..."

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Monty felt his lower jaw slack just a slight bit as he stared at the results. After a bit, he slowly stood up, adjusted himself accordingly, and walked out of his room.

Bets were lost and won, a couple of personnel were muttering their prayers, and Vanessa? Oh she was amused. Very amused.

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"...Fred?" Fredbear looked at his best friend, Bon, who gave him a worried look. "Are we gonna need to step in?" The grandfatherly animatronic chuckled, looking away with a small smile. "Oh trust me, Bon. I was thinking the same thing."

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"Montgomery Gator is now your designated assistant! I hope you two get along now! Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for any-"

Chad just blocked out the noise as he tried to process what just happened. He got him as his assistant. The one animatronic he wanted to avoid, and the company decided to bite him in the ass with THIS!?

And if things weren't bad enough already...? Chad tiredly looked over to see Monty leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed. When the guard looked his way, he moved his hand up, pulled his shades down, looked him in the eyes and raised his right eyebrow. With a grin, the gator waved. "Hey there, partner."

Chad's first reaction was to slam his head onto the desk.

=[Part 1 has ended, Part 2 tomorrow.]=