(I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ROBOTIC THINGS LIKE GOOGLE. If YOU do, and you have ANY helpful tips or critiques on this chapter, don't be afraid to speak up! This is also inspired by FNAF, which you're probably going to notice... a lot.)

(REQUESTED BY xXMarkiplierForeverXx ON QUOTEV)

You boredly swiveled in your office chair, beginning to feel at a loss.

"'Fix robots,' they said," you muttered irritably as you took a long, tired swig of your coffee. "'It'll be fun,' they said."

Your internship had, so far, been a whole lot of nothing. Your mentor wasn't the friendly type, and certainly not as responsible as he should have been. You had learned a lot things from both technicians and mechanics in Google's headquarters, and even more from staring at a computer screen until three in the morning, for... well, way too many mornings.

At first, this entire job had seemed daunting. You had nearly been too nervous to step through the door. Now, it was just flat out disappointing. You hadn't even been able to see a working android in person yet!

You lazily looked over to the desk beside yours. Your mentor, Lee, wasn't sitting there. He was probably doing some questionable things in the bathroom, but you didn't want to think about it.

BRRR!

You couldn't believe it. Shocked, you stared at the source of the sound for a while, slowly sitting forward.

"I don't believe it," you said as you reached for it.

BRRR!

The office phone beside you had begun to ring. Lee had told you if you got a call, you were either in trouble or they had a job for you, and you were hoping you would have a job.

"Please be a job, please be a job," you begged to yourself as you picked it up and held it to your ear. "Hello, this is Y/N Y/L/N."

"Hey there, Y/N," a female voice said. It was the manager, Jessica. "Lee told us about how you've been itching for an assignment."

"Yes ma'am," you replied, chuckling with relief.

"Well, we've got a pretty basic repair down here," she told you. "One of our androids has a broken voice box and a malfunctioning eye."

"How'd that happen?"

"...Let's just get it fixed, okay?" Jessica laughed. The nervousness in her laugh was so terribly hidden that you made a face and pursed your lips.

"Okay." You tried your best to not give away your sarcastic, dubious thoughts, and it seemed like you did pretty good with hiding it.

"You'll need your ID card to get in, don't forget it. It's room 519 in the Bat Cave. Oh, wait, do you know where the Bat Cave is? It's our nickname for the lowest floor, because half the lights don't work in the repair rooms."

"I heard Lee talking about that floor."

"Great. Well, I'll meet you down there, but I can't stay the whole time. I'll try to run through everything with you as fast as I can, but I've got a meeting in ten minutes, so try to hurry."

"Gotcha. See you there."

"Bye."

You put the phone back in its place and pushed a childish victory-fist into the air. "Yes!!" You nearly leaped out of your chair, giving the ID card around your neck a little tug to make sure it was still there. Giving your clothes a nice sweep to clean off any loose crumbs, you hurried out of your office and down the hallway, passing various other office rooms as you went.

You nearly broke your thumb jabbing the elevator button.

It seemed like a century had passed before the doors finally opened, a ding! announcing the arrival of the elevator. You stepped inside, thankfully having it all to yourself. You pushed the button that would take you to the lowest floor, 9B, and stepped back to watch the doors. A slight lurch sent butterflies into your stomach as the elevator began its descent into the lower levels of the building. You entwined your fingers and impatiently tapped your foot as you went along.

You stared boredly at the wall as the elevator seemed to take its sweet time descending to 9B. How long could this take? Your hair would be grey by the end of this!

An eternity passed before the doors finally opened, and you ran out. You looked around, captivated by the sights and sounds around you.

Through massive windows, you could see androids. Hundreds of them, all on conveyor belts or being assembled by machinery, behind metal walls. It was surprisingly dim in the hallways, but there was no shortage of light in the assembly rooms.

Positive that you'd already wasted enough time, you quickly gained your bearings, looking around at the numbers on the doors. You didn't really need to do this, considering you'd passed time by studying the layout of the 'Bat Cave,' it was more just to make sure you didn't mess up in your excitement.

You took off to the right, watching excitedly as the room numbers gradually climbed higher. You were already just in front of room 327 when you started, and you suspected it wouldn't take that much longer before you got to the repair rooms.

Your shoes clacked against the tile as you ran, beginning to run at a sprint past workers who gave you sideways glances. But you didn't have a care in the world; it was finally your time to shine!

As the hallway seemed to get darker, your hopes got brighter, seeming to illuminate the shadows for you. If someone had told you then not to get your hopes up, you most likely would have laughed at them. A lot. Like, an unhealthy amount of laughing, because it would have been far too late.

You halted almost instantly as you noticed something you'd been overlooking for some time now. You skidded to a stop, backtracking and looking at the white numbers on the wall.

You'd been too busy running to know that you'd gone five rooms too far.

And, now that you looked around, this corridor was in a state of uncleanliness so surprising you whispered a "What?" as you made a face. The walls were dented in a few places, sometimes even stained, a few lights flickered, and the floors were a bit dirty. Jessica was right; this really was the Bat Cave.

You looked behind you. The main hallway was clean, so why weren't these ones?

Trying to shrug the thought off, you turned back and hurried to the correct room. Just as you'd suspected, there was a slot for your ID card. You swiped the card through the slot, the light glowing green as a click came from within the door. You pulled it open, and looked inside.

Under one dim light, in a small repair room, sat a deactivated android, a working android, and a human.

Jessica was beautiful; she had the most piercing, light, pure hazel eyes you'd ever seen. Her curly hair glimmered perfectly, like the reflection of a river. Her body looked like something all the boys would chase after, too.

"Get lost, there?" she teased.

"Yeah, sorry... I got distracted," you say distantly, looking at the android standing next to her. He was pale, skinny, and brown-haired with beautiful blue eyes. "Who's... who's this, now?"

"The Companion 100," Jessica introduced. "This is Sean, our first android who actually takes care of people instead of drives them nuts like the other ones, if you know what I mean."

Having an ignorant love for androids, you really didn't, and frowned.

"Well, you know, the other ones are just kind of... stiff, they don't have much personality," Jessica explained. "Anyways, Sean here is gonna help you fix up this Google 300. As I said, looks like a malfunctioning eye and voice box, but after running a few tests there might be something wrong in his chest cavity, too. Sean can help you out with it."

"So... Sean knows how to fix him?"

"He only knows what he needs to know," Jessica said flatly. "We update his information... what, every week or so? He's kind of the team mascot down here. Our first successful Companion, actually. Shh."

You nod and make a zipper action across your mouth with your index finger and your thumb. "Got it."

"I have to go," she sighed. "Like, now. Have fun kids, and don't break anything else on him, please."

"Good luck in your meeting, Jessica," Sean said cordially, and you chuckled awkwardly when you heard his Irish accent. Something about his voice didn't sound right. It sounded so... so real that it was fake, and it was unsettling.

"Wow," you breathed, stepping closer to Sean, who looked over to you with realistic blue eyes. They looked over you as if analyzing you, but the more you observed, more you could sense a gaping hole where a soul should've been.

You frowned a tad, only for a second, as you found that it was actually unsettling.

"Hello, Y/N Y/L/N," he greeted, and extended a hand. "My name is Sean. I am a Companion model 100. My purpose is to take care of and guide those who have trouble helping themselves. I will try my best to accomplish the tasks you give me, and to form a bond with you as well, which I'm sure will go great." He had such a charismatic smile... so friendly. It almost made up for the fact that he knew your name.

You took his hand and hesitantly shook it. This wasn't turning out to be what you'd thought it would be.

It didn't feel quite right; knowing that he wasn't alive. They weren't alive.

"N-nice to meet you, Sean," you said as politely as you could muster. Turning to Jessica, who was about to open the door, you asked, "How does he know my name?"

"I have the ability to scan the visage of the people I am assigned to," he explained. Then, Sean flashed a mischievous smile before adding, "Also, your ID card is facing me."

"Wow," you breathed, a bit concerned at how easy it was to mimic human emotion. "Very... human like."

"You don't say," Jessica teased sarcastically. "Yeah, he picks up on stuff pretty good. Anyways, I'll let you two get to your jobs. Have fun!" She hurried out the door, which clicked shut behind her.

The way Sean turned to look at you unnerved you a bit. You were sure it was his unwavering gaze, his lack for the need to blink causing you to suppress a shiver.

"Well, let's get started," he said before turning to the Google 300 and standing beside him. You took a moment to look at your surroundings, seeing that the cement floor below had a long crack running from one side of the room to the middle, breaking off into two branches and stretching out to the wall. It too had the shadows of nearly cleaned stains, and marks where metal was rubbed along it. One such streak was right under the bench that the Google sat on. Around him stood short tables on old, worn wheels with about five drawers in each, each one specifically labeled with the body parts of an android. On the second drawer to your left, a piece of tape labelled "EYES" in somewhat legible handwriting was sloppily stuck on just under the handle.

"Right, so, we've got a malfunctioning eye," you said aloud, looking up at Sean as you sat on a stool in front of the Google 300, who hadn't taken the time to look at much yet. Your e/c eyes glanced at him before looking at Sean; he had fluffy black hair and slightly tanned skin. He even had the detail of facial hair. His eyes were closed, but you set a bet with yourself that they were brown.

"And a broken voice box," Sean reminded gently.

"Yes, thank you," you said, looking over to the second drawer. Gripping a hand on the cold handle, you pulled it open to reveal a disappointing jumble of eyes. You knew that you couldn't just stick a random eye in whichever socket, and that the eye had to be compatible with the model.

"What a mess," you mutter as you push it shut a bit, standing to step closer to the android. He looked menacing and peaceful all at once, just sitting there as if he'd fallen asleep scowling at something. "Oof. What spat in your cereal this morning, dude?"

Sean smiled and said, "The malfunctioning eye is his right eye. It doesn't seem to follow the left eye very well, and actually hardly moves. It began firing sparks a few hours before it was placed in a repair room, so watch your fingers, lest you get burnt. Remember to not test his activation procedure until after he is repaired."

Your eyes grew wide for a brief second as you exhaled through pursed lips. "Sparks, huh... wow, what happened to you, buddy?"

Sean watched silently, his head following your movement as you walked up to the android. You gently pushed up on his eyelids, guiding them open. You smiled as you saw that his eyes were indeed brown. His left iris was bleeding black out into the sclera, and immediately you knew that this was the damaged eye. The death-like stare of the android made you shudder as you looked back at Sean.

"So, tell me how to start," you said. "Just to make sure I don't mess up."

"All you have to do is insert a finger past the lacrimal caruncle," Sean told you cheerily, as if there was nothing wrong with the idea. "Then, on the back of the eye itself, you should feel a button. Press it gently, and the eye should come loose."

You nodded. You'd remembered that part, but it didn't make it any more reassuring, since you were about to stick your finger into the eye socket of what closely resembled a lifeless body. You shuddered again, but not wanting to waste time thinking about it, you reached inside.

For some odd reason, you had expected it to be slimy. It was an irrational thought, of course, considering that there probably would've been something wrong with it had there been moisture inside. But, it felt nothing like that. It was actually quite difficult to reach past the socket, but the eye folded around your finger a bit, giving you easier access to the button. You cringed at how the sclera resembled a squishy ball, though it looked exactly like a human's eye, and looked away. You couldn't reach the button fast enough, but when you did, a wave of relief washed over you as the eye clicked loose, popping forward a bit.

His head suddenly slumped forward, causing you to yelp and jump back fearfully, Sean watching you, unphased by the motion or your reaction.

"Careful, it might spark when detached," Sean warned, and you gulped, nodding with a nervous sideways glance.

"Th-thanks," you said, clearing your throat before shuffling closer to the android. You gently took the eye and pulled it from the socket, holding the android's head up so it didn't fall. "So... how long have you been down here, Sean?"

"One year, thirty-three days, twelve hours, fifteen minutes and forty-seven seconds," Sean answered nonchalantly. You nodded.

"A long time?" you said, turning the eye around in your hand so you could get a good glimpse of it. The back was covered in metal, thank God, as the material of the sclera was starting to make you feel nauseous.

"I suppose."

"Have you ever been outside?"

Sean shook his head. "No. My job is down here, helping people like you!"

You paused for a moment, suddenly hit by a sorrowful feeling as you thought over his cheery personality. How strange, that a being forced into slavery, could be so happy about it, isn't it? But, then again, that's how he was programmed. To be positive.

So he's never seen the sun?

You cleared your throat and shrugged the thought off. You couldn't be distracted yet. You turned the eye on its front, its metal back facing the ceiling. You raised it up so you could see it clearly, barely being able to read a #COMPONENT13 on the back.

"Thirteen..." You muttered, placing it on the desk and pulling drawer two back open. A sea of eyeballs rolled around like balls being assorted on a pool table. You started turning every eye over, searching for a 13 on the back.

"Here, let me help," Sean said, and bent over the desk from his side. His irises glowed, modern-techy symbols flashing in them. You frowned, not out of anger or disliking, but out of curiosity. His eyes looked so lively like that, and very pretty. After a moment of staring at the eyes, he smiled and picked one out; a brown eye that perfectly matched the right eye.

"There," he murmured gently as he held the eye out like it was a precious object. His eyes faded back to the same human color they had been before. You felt a flicker of disappointment in your stomach. "This component is compatible."

You gave him a thankful nod and said, "Thanks." Something about the way Sean had held the eye made you mimic his gentle actions, carefully placing it in your palm before turning back to the broken android. His head was lolled to the side like he'd actually... died.

The sooner I get this over with, the sooner I can stop thinking about how creepy it is, you thought as you stepped back to him.

"All you have to do is slide the eye in so it locks onto its rotater-joint," Sean instructed. "You'll hear a click when done correctly."

As you tilted your head a bit to look at him, you soon found his head was at a truly awkward angle, and you knew it would be a bit uncomfortable to try and put the eye back in from there. Hesitantly, you moved your hand up to cup the cheek of the android, and gently raised it up so you could work easier. Holding the upper eyelid ope with your thumb you inserted the eye slowly, a quiet click coming front the back of the socket.

The android blinked.

You froze, face pale as it started breathing. You knew that they had lung-like components in them, but it was startling to see it wake out of the blue, when it should have been deactivated.

"Something's wrong with him," Sean noted with a hint of concern.

The android's brown eyes slowly began to glow, similar tech-like markings of amber flickering to life. His pupils slowly climbed up to look at you, his jaw hanging loosely in your hand.

You were too afraid to move. You knew you should be doing something, but your mind drew a complete blank as a low static emanated from his throat.

"Hhhhhp... mrrrrr," his voice growled, his eyes wide and darting around her face as he looked like... like he was in pain. A great deal of agony was displayed in just his eyes, as the rest of his body began to twitch, as if he was trying to move, but couldn't.

"We should contact Jessica," Sean said.

A very obvious "NO!" in the language of Broken Voice Box made you shake your head.

"N-no, wait." You looked back at the android. "What's wrong? What's going on?"

Suddenly, the android's hand came around and slammed into his chest. The shirt he wore was suddenly pushed against as the door to his chest cavity swung open, restrained by the blue fabric. He grimaced and cried out, his voice deep and distorted. You nervously pulled his shirt up, and immediately sparks went flying from inside.

"Ah," Sean said indifferently. "That's where the sparks are."

"What do I do?" you asked frantically, looking to and fro around the interior of his mechanical body. The android was well near crying at this point, clutching the edges of the bench like it was his only chance of survival.

"There seems to be something lodged in his body. Remove it, without damaging the sensitive wiring."

He was right. Through the dense curtains of wires and panels, a torn, sharp piece of metal had been firmly tucked away, cutting the edges of the wiring around it. Without a second thought, you gripped a somewhat flat area and pulled.