<span style="font-style: italic">The one thing I can promise that nothing bad will ever happen to you and your roommate my animatronics are harmless</span>Mike snorted in feigned amusement at the statement.<span style="font-style: italic">Yeah right, and I'm the king and queen of England.</span><br/><br/>Mike sighed heavily and scrubbed his face with one hand. They needed the money. "We can be there in an hour or so. I'm going to be applying for the day job. There's no way in hell I'm staying in that building once it starts to get dark. I've had first hand experience with how dangerous they are once it gets dark."  He didn't want Jeremy working there after hours either but his roommate was a grown ass adult who could make his own decisions even if Mike didn't always agree with him.<br/><br/>A faint curl of worry slowly formed deep in his gut before being crushed. If the new restaurant was anything like the old one then the animatronics would be restricted to the stage during opening hours and would have other strict restrictions place on them. At least that's what he hoped. The idea of those things walking around freely during the day time was unsettling.<br/><br/><br/>From his position on the main stage Bonnie watched in amazement when one of the new animatronics leave its stage and walk around. The amazement rapidly turned into anger then jealousy. His clawed fingers tightened on the neck of the guitar he was holding while he watched the kids play with the newer animatronics. Why did they get to walk around freely while they couldn't leave the stage? While it wouldn't take him long to figure out how to over ride the blasted programming one of the techs had installed to keep them from wandering around during opening hours, the humans could simply attempt to reinstall it but that would put them well within biting range. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly at the thought of biting a finger or two off any adult human who foolishly thought they could restrain him again.<br/><br/>While it had been a dream of his to preform for the children again and hear thier laughter and make them happy, he wanted to be among them like the old days, before that terrible incident that had torn all thier lives to shreds, not be trapped on stage unable to do anything but sing pre recorded songs and watch the kids play out of his reach. The grip on the guitar tightened, dull claws scrapping along the finish.