The Drummer and His Songbird

[LovelyBones]

Gareth had always wondered what that mushy and sometimes messy human emotion of 'love' was like. Freddy says it's warm and comforting, Monty says it's thrilling and terrifying in the best ways, and the two celestial bots tout that it's like being weighed down by a weighted blanket yet floating like on cloud nine, their wires filled with static and their fans always working harder when lost in the throes of adoration. Similar things could be said of the more carnal portion of things associated with love, but all the same, the Drummer had yet to feel such an emotion. Sure, he was a new addition to the Glamrocks, his A.I. new, still fresh for 'education' from outside stimuli and limited internet access alike, but.... he felt like he was missing out.

Even Roxy and Chica were a thing!!

So, he did what any popular star would do to try to fill that odd emptiness that was made after knowing he's lacking in those pleasurable torturous emotions and feelings: flirt shamelessly and strut his stuff as if he was some heartthrob. Granted, he was quite good at it-- the adults seemed to get flustered whenever hed flirt with them, and he's had to gently crush the dreams of younger fans that showed interest in him. It's nice having fans that adore him, but it never gave him that sickeningly sweet flutter feeling in his stomach.

By the time he'd been active for a year, he heard that the Glamrocks' current writer was getting fired over breaking contract, and bootlegging Fazbear music to outside sources-- dumbass-- and now, a new writer was starting today. Alas, Odhran was put on orientation duty-- They never got a damn moment to themselves that wasn't remotely related to work in this capitalistic hellhole, contract or not-- and so, being their annoying 'son' he decided to tag along, see if he can hassle the newbie to see if they'd handle working for the company or not. "Gareth, I hope you're not going to haze this poor writer...." "Aww, Odhran, my loving and oh so patient creator, I would never!!" The large gecko animatronic put a hand over his heart, feigning hurt at such a claim. The Mechanic didn't buy it for a second. "Look here-- I will put you in tiny jail for a week whenever you're not performing if you scare this writer off." At that the larger bot blinked in shock, before pouting as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Fine.... I'll behave today." Knowing that's the best they'll get, Odhran sighed, shaking their head as the pair walked towards the entrance to the 'Plex, waiting for their new writer to come in.