FNAF with Silvy

"No, but the one in the hall moves and zooms, the tablet doesn't have control over that, but I do" He explained.

Her eyes widened. "Um... okay..." she said awkwardly, remembering the past shifts where she changed inside of the room.

"And yes, I saw you, but don't worry, I may be the soul of a teen, but I'm still a robot, so I feel nothing when I see human females" He explained.

"Good..." she muttered, spinning around on the chair again.

"Though sometimes I do wish I could feel those emotions again" He muttered, not realizing she could hear him.

She looked up, her heart panging softly for the anamatronic. She felt bad that he couldn't really... well... love anymore.

"Both doors are clear" He muttered and without him knowing, the camera in his room turned on, revealing his tattered animatronic form, the room was trashed, clearly Warren wasn't cared for back in his time.

She nodded and opened the doors. She looked at her camera and saw his room. She didn't say anything, quickly turning it off, but she'd seen enough. "Are you alright?" she asked softly.

"Yes, why wouldn't I be?" He muttered, his torn ears pinned back.

"No reason." she said quietly and quickly, looking back at her tablet which was focused in the room where the other anamatronics were.

"Watch out, Chika is close" He told her.

She nodded. "Which side?" she asked.

"Right side, that's usually where she comes up at" He said.

She nodded, closing the door. "Thanks."

"No problem" He said lightly.

She sighed, then saw that it was 6 AM. "I honestly don't want to leave..." she said quietly.

"Why not? If I could leave I would" He said.

"Home isn't exactly an option..." she said, rubbing her arm softly. She stood behind a table, changing, forgetting about the camera. Her breasts were large, her hips and curves alluring. She finished putting on her clothes, a long shirt with some pants.

"Atleast you can leave this hellhole" He muttered, watching her and feeling a little emotion, but unsure of the feeling.

She sighed. "It's better than where I live." she said, taking her things and leaving.

He watched her go and sighed, wishing he could leave too.

She came back the next day, one of her eyes had a bandage over it. She changed, as usual, and felt more comfortable, so she took longer than usual.

"What happened?" He asked as he saw her.

"Nothing, just uh, ran into something when I was walking back last night." she lied. She changed and then turned away from the camera, taking the bandage off. Her eye was bruised and bloody, and there was a large scratch literally on her eyeball. She replaced the bandage, sighing.

Warren was now standing in the doorway in his human form, "Yeah sure, who hit you" He grunted, his arms over his chest.